Reminder that you don't have to call yourself AMAB or AFAB. You don't have to say "I'm AFAB nonbinary." Saying "I'm nonbinary" is enough. You don't need to identify with what you were assigned as by some doctor however many years ago. Mentioning your ASAB is scarcely relevant to most conversations, even those about medical transitioning.
Nonbinary is enough, you don't have to supplement it with a binary system of any kind. It doesn't matter how many people want to know your "transition direction." It doesn't matter how many people want to know what your genitals are (which wouldn't be alluded to by your assigned sex anyway). It doesn't matter how many people want to binarise you. It doesn't matter how many binary people you confuse. No one needs to binarise you. Nonbinary. Is. Enough.
I’m really tired of people treating intersex people like a mistake, deformed, or mutated version of male and female.
SEX IS NOT BINARY AND NEVER WILL BE!!! ITS A WHITE COLONIAL CONCEPT FORCED ONTO NATIVE POPULATIONS AND PEOPLE STILL PRETEND IT WAS A NATURAL ORDER!!! STOP ERASING INTERSEX PEOPLE!!!
cw: somno, attempted somno, overstim, edging, murderous thoughts, yandere tendencies, thoughts of kidnapping, face fucking, face sitting, y/n has breasts, humiliation, sub!yandere, dom!reader
“. . . He was going to come back—again, and again—as many times as you would let him. And, you would let him, with a price, of course.
After all…
You might as well get something out of it…
He started it . . .”
manga credit : The Love-Interest Prince Completely Change When I Made A Meta Comment About My Reincarnation!
lace divider credit : @uzmacchiato
MDNI divider credit : @anitalerina
wc : 1.8k+
A/N : you stay at an Airbnb for the time being during your gap year to just get some peace and quiet from the city life, ran by a man who seems nice enough . . . surely nothing can go wrong, right? those feelings you feel at night, that sticky wetness you wake up to in the morning, that’s nothing to worry about, right?
bear with me this is the first time in months that i’m writing a dom!reader—apologies if this is shit 😭
“F-Fuck—…” Simon breathed. His hips jerked into the air, stuttering against your hand.
You were supposed to be asleep! This wasn’t supposed to happen—he just wanted to watch you—touch you, even—while you slept! Anything for him not to be able to see your face while he got off on his perverted desires.
You were living in the small cottage—located next to his larger home—it wasn’t deep in the woods, but it was far enough in that it drowned out the noises of people.
The host, Simon, was kind to you—but he was probably like that with all people, right? After all, it was his job to be a good host for his Airbnb to do well.
What he didn’t tell you, though, was the countless times he had lied to you about cameras being in places he swore they weren’t.
“Hmm? A camera? Ah, that’s to make sure nobody tries to break in.”
It was positioned at the front door—not a bother for you, shouldn’t have been a bother for you. But, he didn’t tell you about the cameras he had hidden all around the rooms—in the shower, in your bedroom, anywhere and everywhere—how he would jerk off to them, cumming countless times to your naked body, to your sleeping form, moaning your name.
You were like nothing he experienced before—extroverted, flirty, kind—it made him feel safe, but he knew it was a false sense—you would reject him instantly if you knew of his behaviors… He’d steal your clothes when he got the chance—dirty and unwashed was best—pressing shirts and jeans to his face as he sniffed your essence while stroking himself, licking your panties, oh, you tasted divine.
Fuck, he felt like such a pervert. You were so young and he was nearing his late thirties. But, he couldn’t stop, wouldn’t stop—he had no control when it came to you. He had never felt this about anyone—sure, he used to enjoy people watching, he liked watching people come in and out of his Airbnb—but you were different.
He felt like he could kill just about anyone that tried to replace your stay and he would do anything to get you to stay longer—he’d slash your tires, he’d drug you, he’d tie you up and chain you to the pipes if he had to.
Now, here he was, cock throbbing and dripping in your hand. Fuck, you looked so sexy glaring at him like that. The bed dipped under his weight, his body wracked with trembles. He couldn’t dare to look at you, his eyes shut as his knuckles were white with how hard he was grasping his legs. Drool threatened to run from the corner of his mouth as he whined again.
“Did you really think you would get away with that? You’re stupider than you look,” You scoffed, using your hand to turn his head to look at you. “Look at me when I’m talking to you…”
Simon’s breath hitched, his face ablaze even in the darkness of the room. He looked up at you, eyes large with desire. He was like a puppy, panting at your side.
“N-No—I-I’m stupid, s-so stupid—…” He spluttered out, words heavy and thick with arousal. But, he made no move to stop you, even as you edged him over and over and over again. He didn’t know how many times you had already edged him since he had snuck into your bedroom, it probably wasn’t much. But, from you? Anything was enough to make him sexually frustrated.
“Oh, you’re so wet. Getting off on the idea of touching me while I was asleep?” You continued lightly stroking his cock, the shaft painfully twitching in your hand.
And, yeah, you were angry, but when your eyes landed on his tenting pants, you couldn’t help but narrow your eyes slightly at it. This was good, probably.
Maybe the universe had brought you both together or something—after all, you did have an ex you wanted to get over. Even if he was a pervert, at least he was a hot pervert—especially with the way he cowered away from you when you had surprised him. You might as well get something out of this—he started it.
“N-No, I—“ He spluttered out without thinking before he whimpered loudly when your thumb pressed on his sensitive head. Fuck, he felt like he could cum just from that, but your movements were so light that it was keeping him right on the edge.
“Don’t lie to me,” You scoffed, more precum practically spurting out his cock as you punished him. “I don’t like perverts, and I hate lying perverts even more.”
Simon hiccuped. Tears burned at the corners of his eyes. Was he dreaming? He had to be, but if he was, he never wanted to wake up.
“Y-Yes! I-I was getting off to you sleeping but i-it was only you! I’m sorry—!” He whimpered, teeth gritting. “Please s-stop teasing me—..” He gasped in between moans.
The audacity of this man!
“You have absolutely no room to make demands, mister,” You scoff, rubbing his cock faster—but not fast enough to make him cum—keeping him teetering on the edge. “Perverts don’t get to make demands, do they? That’s what you are, right?”
Simon whined and squirmed, his body trembling. He weakly nodded, agreeing with every word while simultaneously hanging onto each and every one.
“A-Ah—.. I-I am—… I’m s-sorry…” He whimpered, looking over at you with the biggest puppy eyes.
But, you didn’t listen. After all, he brought this onto himself, and he was just taking it. So, you continued.
For so long, you continued. You couldn’t remember how long you had edged him, but it was long enough to coat his entire cock in a film of precum, tears running down his blotchy red face.
“F-Fuhh’k—…” He gasped, whimpering as he gritted his teeth, eyes squeezed shut. How adorable! He was trying so hard not to cum… “P-Please, l-l’me c-cum—…” He panted, drool running down his lower lip.
Oh, he was adorable like this. Crying just because you wouldn’t let him cum—how pathetic!
You, deciding to tease him even further, suddenly took his hand, pressing it to your mound. You watched his eyes practically bugle out his skull as his face turned a tomato red. You could practically feel the heat from it.
“(Y-Y/N)—“ Simon gasped, trembling on the bed as he panted. “I-I c’hh—.. G’na c-c—..” He stammered thickly, teeth gritting. His eyes fluttered, threatening to roll back and he stood no chance.
His cock throbbed as it practically squirted all over your hand, cum spurting out his cock. He trembled and convulsed, moaning loudly, toes curling against the wood floors. He stared down at your hand, moaning louder. He had cum all over it—it was in between your fingers, under your nails, fuck, yes…
He fell back against the bed, groaning as his fingers dug into the covers, still wracked with the shocks of his blinding orgasm.
Encouraged by his groans, you managed to rub out another, then another, then a fourth—it was a wonder how he had so much stamina—and his cock kept begging for more.
Whimpers and whines—his words indescribable—fell from his lips at a frequent. His voice was raw and hoarse from moaning so much, but he didn’t care—couldn’t care. It felt so good, he couldn’t care less if he died of a heart attack right then and there.
Finally, you paused. You thought he’d be done—that he’d be exhausted from getting wrung out so many times, and while his gaze—glazed over—looked just that, his cock was the opposite, still enthusiastically sticking straight into the air as his hips jerked.
Staring down at it, you tapped your chin with your clean hand. No way were you letting a pervert like him cum inside of you—and you couldn’t ever see your mouth being around it, but you were growing bored, and you wanted pleasure.
Then—
An idea.
You glanced at Simon, his arm over his eyes as he panted quietly, moaning your name over and over. Dropping your pajama pants and panties, you soon nudged his arm aside.
He had barely registered anything before you sat on his face, your cunt pressing up to his lips. At first, he jumped, seemingly surprised, before he immediately understood the assignment, his tongue greedily lapping at and swirling around your clit. His lips soon latched onto it, sucking as his needy whimpers and moans were muffled by your ass.
You gasped and moaned, trembling on top of him.
Yuck… he was filthy with it, too—loud slurps and groans barely muted by your skin.
A part of you wondered how long he had been imagining this to get it just perfect. You didn’t hold back, either, beginning to stroke his cock in your hand again.
Seemingly encouraged, he went faster, hands suddenly grabbing and squeezing your soft thighs, digging into the plush skin. They left vivid red, crescent shaped marks as he desperately moaned.
“F’hhmmmhh—..” His voice gave delightful vibrations throughout your cunt, his tongue pushing into your slick entrance. It pumped in and out his stubble tickled your clit, sending even more pleasurable sensations through you.
“Oh, fuck—…” You groaned, rolling your hips on his face. He was going so fast, fuck you were about to cum.
You continued to stroke his cock, your movements faster and more haphazardly, fingers nearly missing the shaft entirely from how fast you were going now. No way were you going to let a pervert make you cum before him.
“S-Simon, I—“ You gasped, tilting your head back as you felt his cock throbbing in your hand.
He was close—but so were you.
Your legs immediately began to tremble shut as your body squirmed lightly, but he held you fast.
His hands squeezed your plush thighs tighter now, skin drowning his whines and whimpers.
“C-C—…” You started, voice tight with arousal as your entrance fluttered with a warning. “G-G’na c’hm—!!” You cried, eyes squeezing shut as you felt the unmistakable warmth of his cum, spurting out and dripping down your hand.
You threw your head back, moaning loudly as you ground against his face, thighs trembling shut as you soaked him. In the back of your mind, you had grown worried that you would accidentally suffocate him, but the amount of groans he let out into you made you think otherwise.
The seconds ticked by as your orgasm subsided into aftershocks, leaving you trembling. But, instead of stopping, Simon simply started back up again—slower now—as he moaned into you. You couldn’t help but scoff.
Pervert…
Even as you scoffed, your fingers happily found his cock again, stroking the shaft again. There was no denying it, now. He was going to come back—again, and again—as many times as you would let him. And, you would let him, with a price, of course.
Hey I have a question, can we get fem drummer x Gerard way nsfw Headcannons? All your fem drummer posts make me so happy as a drummer. Xoxo
-gwpkl
@und3adkilljoy
yes ofc!! this is all from a tour era perspective (you can read it as any tour,, i just chose revenge era cause i like its aesthetic :P) since i feel like reader and gee would be kind of a tour fling (or at least start that way). also im SO glad ive reached drumblr because im a drummer too (so trust, when drums are mentioned i get real accurate about it) and mcr is the PERFECT fandom for drummer x canon inserts!
Drummer!Reader x Gerard Way NSFW Alphabet | ON TOUR (afab anatomy)
A = Aftercare (what he's like after sex)
it's kinda hard to be super sweet during tour, so afterwards he tends to just offer you a drink or a cigarette
he does, however, help you get dressed and fix your hair/makeup, as well as clean up whatever mess he left on you
B = Body part (his favorite body part of his and also his partner’s)
his favorite body part is his hands (i mean yall see how much he uses his hands to talk come on now...), he likes to touch and feel around
he would favor his dick, but sometimes he gets a bit insecure about it, so on the days he is embarrassed, he works with his fingers instead, and it makes him happy to know he can make you cum with just his hands
his favorite body part of yours is your thighs. everyone always asks ass or tits, but he really has a thing for thighs. he knows they're not inherently lewd, but they just do something to him anyway
he loves groping your thighs when you guys make out, and he loves kissing up them and licking the inside of them before eating you out. he also loves that, since they're not specifically a private body part, he gets to see them all the time thanks to your short uniform.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
he doesn't like unprotected sex. he does, but just not on tour; it's too risky for him. he is, however, willing to cum on you. in fact, he loves it.
it turns him on to make you into such a pretty mess. and going back to the thigh thing, he loves fucking your thighs then cumming on them. of course, he always makes sure to clean you up afterwards (whether that be with a paper towel, or his tongue)
he also loves giving you facials. something about the way you open your mouth with your tongue out, so ready for him to release his load into your throat, only for him to paint your face with it.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of his)
his sketchbook. oh god. his sketchbook.
he has so many drawings of you in it. you're like a muse to him. there's normal drawings: some of you, some of your costume (back from when he was still designing it), some of you and your drum set, etc.
but the majority of the drawings are really his fantasies about you. all the ways he would fuck you once the tour's done, all the positions he'd put you in, the expressions he'd get out of you...
E = Experience (how experienced is he? does he know what he's doing?)
hi guys ik i said whatever tour you want but ill get specific with this
bullets: nothing. virgin. absolute submissive bitch, ready to do all your bidding. you had to guide him the first time, but he's a quick learner, and he's gotten quite better now
revenge: at the beginning of the tour, he was pretty average with his experience. he's had a couple of bodies, but he hasn't really experimented yet, mostly just vanilla stuff. he also focused more on his own pleasure. not out of selfishness, just out of the fact that he wasn't totally great at sex. in the middle/the end of the tour, he's way more experienced. this was mcr's blow up era, so of course he couldn't say no to a few groupies when he finally found popularity. he also learned to pay more attention to his partner, and now he aims for mutual pleasure.
tbp: fucking FREAK. i mean come on this was the same era as the VMA awards. a lot of his sex now has gotten more voyeur-istic, whereas before he'd only do it in extremely secluded/private places. he also now focuses on his partner's pleasure, since he gets so much play that's he's not always chasing after his own orgasm anymore.
danger days: he's a bit more tame now than in his earlier days. he also moves at a slower pace, focusing on precision rather than tempo. he fucks deep, letting you feel every inch of him.
not writing lltbp cause i don't feel comfortable yet writing for current era anybody, since i see a lot abt their families and it feels awkward writing smut abt them with that in mind. obv, not judging anyone who does write current eras!! i just personally can't write it :'<
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
side ways. a bit unconventional, but this requires him holding your leg up, and he loves digging his fingers into your thighs. he also likes when you ride him. he loves the way your thighs clamp around his sides as you cum.
he also likes doggystyle, though that'd be a second or third favorite. he likes the way your ass jiggles when he pounds into you, and he likes fisting your hair and pulling your head up. (or vice versa: he likes pushing your face into the sheets below you)
G = Goofy (is he more serious in the moment? is he humorous? etc.)
it always starts with unserious flirting, but once you guys get past second base, he's completely focused on the act.
he doesn't mind jokes, he lets out an amused scoff or a small chuckle if you do make one, but he won't chide back purely because he's so focused on fucking you.
H = Hair (how well groomed is he? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
you're on a tour, so not super neat. he does try to trim, but it can kind of get a bit overgrown during tours. for the most part, it's kept to a minimum, though not completely shaved.
he has occasionally tried to match his color to his hair, though he soon discovered that it wasn't worth bleaching down there... (but he's also pretty stubborn, which means he's repeated his mistakes a few times)
I = Intimacy (how is he during the moment? the romantic aspect)
not super intimate. he sees you more of a sex partner rather than a lover (at least for now), so he's not as loving as he could be. still, he always makes sure you're comfortable during the act.
he loves kissing you when you do it too. he's never kissed you outside of a sexual context, but he gets very passionate when yeh two of your do make out.
he has a habit of whispering sweet nothings in your year. he praises you for how good you feel, how beautiful you look, how perfect you are, etc., but he's never dropped the "love" word
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
if you guys have read my other fics, you kinda alr know...
he loved edging himself, he feels like he needs to earn his orgasm.
on tour though, he prefers to have a partner (such as yourself) for quickies (woah foreshadowing) rather than jerking himself off, he also just doesn't have the time to properly touch himself the way he wants to
K = Kink (one or more of his kinks)
already said this in the last one, but edging. he loves it on himself, but he wouldn't mind doing it on you either.
he also loves teasing. it practically goes hand in hand with edging for him. being horny isn't enough, he needs to be absolutely feral to have the best sexual experience he can
overstimulation is a big one for him as well. he doesn't care who's the one getting overstimulated, he's into it just as much either way
L = Location (favorite places to do it)
locations are quite limited on tour. usually, you guys do it on the tour bus when it's empty, just for the sake of being able to fuck in a bed.
if it's not on the bus, it's in a bathroom or a dark alleyway. unfortunately, this means the two of you will have to be standing. fortunately, this means he can pin you against the wall when he fucks into you.
he also doesn't mind doing it in somewhat public places. if the two of you are at a party, he doesn't give a shit if the music is blaring downstairs and there's people scattered around every hallway. if the two of you are horny, you end up finding an empty room. hopefully your sounds will be drowned out by the chatter outside...
M = Motivation (what turns him on, gets him going)
he's honestly really easy to arouse. it only takes a soft touch or a subtle look to get him turned on
he especially likes when he sees a lot of you. not in the sense that you're showing a lot of skin, but you're always in the back of the band, stuffed behind your drumset. so, seeing your bull body, without a bunch of cymbals or drums obstructing his view, is like a privilege to him.
he also loves when you dance. he's been trying to do more concerts in collaboration with other bands, so you're occasionally kicked off of the drums and forced onto an auxiliary percussion instrument, like a tambourine, or a cowbell. you find it a bit humiliating, but you don't let it stop you from making the most out of this opportunity to maximize your stage presence.
watching you hop around and interact with other members as you twirl around the stage excites gerard. he loves seeing you so animated and lively, as opposed to you being kept seated behind your drums.
N = No (something he wouldn’t do, turn offs)
anything near a stage or near paparazzi. he's absolutely terrified of getting caught by strangers. the last thing he wants is his dick or your tits on the front page of a magazine.
besides that, he's really up to anything, though he'd always let you offer your ideas before he shares his own
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
he likes to give rather than receive. like i said earlier, he occasionally gets insecure about himself, so the thought of you being so close to his dick can be a bit nerve racking at times. when he does receive, he absolutely loves it.
giving: he starts with foreplay, kissing and licking up your thighs first. he likes to leave light hickeys on them, the marks turn him on. when he does get to your cunt, he laps it up. slowly at first, then sloppily. oh this man gets absolutely pussy drunk. he eats it like a dog.
receiving: he unintentionally thrusts into you. he likes to guide your head up and down. instead of cumming in your mouth, he likes to cum on your face. he also loves how you look up at him, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as you try not to gag
P = Pace (is he fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
he's fast whenever you guys are in a semi-public setting, usually cause you guys are both drunk or high (or both) when you're doing it in an area like that. his thrusts are kinda sloppy as well, but he has a nice dick, so it's not like his sloppiness feels bad
when it's just the two of you in the tour bus, he starts out slow. as he gets closer, he fucks deeper and faster. he also tried to keep going even after he cums, weakly thrusting in and out of you as much as he can before his dick softens.
Q = Quickie (his opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
quickies are practically all you can do when on tour. unfortunately, sometimes neither one of you gets to finish in the short timespan, but it was still nice to get a bit of stimulation for a while.
when you're not in the tour bus, gerard relies on his tongue or fingers. it's easier to get you off that way. you do the same; you end up dropping to your knees wherever the two of you are and sucking him off. that, or a handjob
if not head/fingering/handjobs, the two of you have tried dry humping before. it's a bit awkward to get off using only the friction of your clit against your panties, so gerard is typically the one to cum during this. of course, that means soiling whatever he has on.
R = Risk (is he game to experiment? does he take risks? etc.)
i've already touched on this before, but experimentation is huge for him. you find that it keeps things exciting anyway.
the first risk he took was your guys' first time together. you were both drunk, and without thinking, he kissed you. it kind of snowballed from there...
the most risk he'll take on tour is sneaking in a few grabs at your body backstage. he always does it when the rest of the band isn't paying attention, and you have to stifle your reaction, especially when he touches more sensitive spots. you get him back too, obviously.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can he go for? how long does he last?)
you guys haven't had the chance to go for multiple rounds yet, besides a couple occasions.
thanks to all his edging, he lasts pretty long, but once he cums, his stamina is completely spent. after his first orgasm, it's incredibly easy to pull more out of him.
T = Toys (does he own toys? does he use them? on a partner or himself?)
he has a whole collection at home, but he brought the bare necessities on tour (of course, he keeps them hidden from everyone... well, except you)
unsurprisingly, he has a vibrator. you kind of expected a fleshlight though. he probably has one at his house. you wouldn't know how to feel if it brought it onto the bus anyway...
surprisingly, he has a butt plug. after a bit of thinking, you realize it suited him. so maybe it's not that surprising. still, you don't know what you were expecting, but it definitely wasn't that.
since you forgot your own toys, he lets you use his vibrator. he also likes to watch as your masturbate with it, unless he's the one doing it for you.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
when you have time, he edges you to tears. he loves when you beg for a release. every single time, you act as if he won't give it to you, but the reality is, you're completely in control. he'd let you cum whenever you wanted, he just likes to fuck around with you
his stage antics are intentional as well. all the fan service is not just for the fans, but you too. you've noticed that most of his acts have been done at somewhat of a 3/4 angle, and you've realized it's so you could see what he was doing. you appreciated that he thought of your stage placement and let you in on the bit. (that did however make him more visible to the rest of his band mates, poor mikey...)
V = Volume (how loud he is, what sounds he makes, etc.)
he tried to keep his noises to a minimum, since the two of your are never truly alone on tour. but when he's completely sure that there's no one around for the most part, he completely lets go.
he's so whiny. you can tell when he's trying not to act cool, because he attempts to stifle his moans, but they just come out as grunts instead. he pants heavily as well. when he cums, his moans are breathy and drawn out.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon)
PEGGING.
need i say more....
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
5 inches. not too crazy, but not small either. (i'm not getting specific with decimals, use your imagination)
maybe a bit over 6 on a good day.
idk if i was born with i dick i could probably describe this better
Y = Yearning (how high is his sex drive?)
for some reason, he gets way hornier on tours than when he's not on them. maybe it's all the substances and parties, or the constant adrenaline of back-to-back performances, or the ego boost from all the screaming fans... or maybe it's the proximity to you.
Z = Zzz (how quickly does he fall asleep afterwards)
he doesn't. most of your quickies are done between sets. he loads up on caffeine and energy drinks to stay awake for as long as he can. after all, the two of you still have a show later that night.
if it is night when you fuck (or if you're not having a busy day), he falls asleep almost immediately. tours are so exhausting. as glad as he is for the opportunity to have had you, he's craving some rest.
Here a gift from me to you alll....(started rewatching kim possible thought something silly to myself I'll make a fem version with femwb!reader)
A bodyguard? Bruce must be out of his mind thinking you need a bodyguard, of all things. Sure, you’ve been kidnapped a few times stupid, anyway but your brothers came to save you regardless. Plus, they rearranged those idiots’ faces so badly their own mothers wouldn’t recognize them.
You’re pretty sure there have been a couple of assassination attempts against you too, but hey, Tim was there to save you. To this day, he still makes jokes like, “Mr. President, get down!” whenever Damian tries to hit you with a snowball.
But seriously, you don’t need a bodyguard. The boys are enough as it is. Bruce doesn’t care, though you’re his youngest. Even though Damian is canonically the baby, he’s a baby who can stab. You can mostly run (when it’s Umamusume), but come onyou’re not that helpless. You’re not some damsel in distress.
You are a woman. A strong, independent Black woman. You don’t need a man to come and save you.
And there comes Kimball Possible. Tall, muscled, with ginger hair and piercing emerald-green eyes.
You change your mind. You’re a damsel in distress, and you need a man desperately to come and save you.
The first time you saw him was on the steps of Gotham Prep. You’d just gotten out of school with your girls sunglasses on, black motorcycle leather jacket and there he was. He looked like he’d stepped straight out of a ’70s film, one of those bad boys coming to pick up his doll of a girlfriend from school.
All the other girls were shrieking and squealing about him especially your friends. Of course, you were too. But you didn’t know he was your bodyguard just yet. When he waved at you, your heart practically leapt out of your chest.
Now, it’s become routine for him to pick you up after school and drop you off before class. He goes to his own school, where he’s a freaking quarterback. God, how lucky could one girl be?
You heard from Bruce and the others that he’s a black belt in karate and several other martial arts, that he’s really smart, and that he’s not just a bodyguard but a spy. The more you learn, the bigger your crush grows.
You feel almost dizzy when he sits you behind him on his motorcycle, gently clicking your helmet into place. He doesn’t lean away when you wrap your arms around his waist. Your delusion is festering good morning, obsession.
Spending time with him only makes it worse. He’s not mean, not at all like the boys at your school. He’s sweet, kind, and actually cares about your interests. He lets you yap his ear off and just smiles, saying, “Keep going tell me more about this manga.”
You’re foaming at the mouth. He has to be your future husband. Like, now.
And now, your bodyguard hangouts are filled with moments like this.
“Oh my God, Kimball, look! They have Green Lantern merch look, isn’t it the best?”
You hold up an angry little John Stewart plush to his face, practically vibrating with excitement. All he can do is smile, looking down at you, completely enthralled by everything you say.
“He’s like the best Justice League member especially if you watch the cartoons. And in real life!”
You don’t even notice him staring until you realize you’re about to go on a full-blown rant.
“Sorry, you probably don’t care about that stuff,” you chuckle, embarrassed.
“No, keep going. I personally prefer…” He picks up a different Green Lantern a Guy Gardner plush, complete with a sewn-in orange bowl cut and a cocky smile.
“No way him!?” You laugh, confused.
He grins. “Gingers gotta stick together.”
That’s a fun and vivid scene — it reads like a mix of superhero romance and slice-of-life charm. The dynamic between Kim and the reader feels playful and full of tension, with that “slow burn” energy you mentioned. The detail about the Waynes watching with popcorn adds a great comedic touch, grounding the moment in family chaos.
He’s protected you more times than you can count. Ever since Kim showed up, villains have been getting bolder but his smile never fades. He can take down a criminal trying to crash another charity gala, fix his suit and tie, and politely ask you for a dance like nothing happened.
You always say yes, without a care in the world.
He loves showing off for you, flexing just enough to make you blush. It’s embarrassing, but it feels good.
“Woah, Kimmy, you’re like the toughest guy I know!” you giggle, squeezing his bicep.
He’s trying so hard not to crumble into dust right there.
Are you two dating yet? No. This is a slow burn for the ages and every Wayne in the room has popcorn in hand, watching the drama unfold.
