#bluebird x reader

[unbrokenpup]

Payment

Pairing: Harper Row (BlueBird) x Reader

Summary: Life saving is hard work, it's only fair Harper takes whatever payment she sees fit

Tags: Nonconsensual Blowjobs, Trans!Harper Row, GN!Reader, Rough Oral Sex, Face Fucking, Cum Swallowing, Power Imbalance, Tiny bit of violence, Guns and weapons

Word Count: 1755

You had to be the biggest idiot in the world. You were running late for the night shift at the dinner, but only an idiot cuts through a dark alley in Gotham City. That's the only thing you can think of as the mugger shoves a gun in your face. He asked for cash, you think- what an idiot. Who carries cash anymore?

"You stupid or something?" He smacks you with the handle of the gun, and you sag against the nearby dumpster. Your cheek throbs, and you can already feel the bruise forming. You don't have to worry about appearances if he's gonna shoot you.

"Ahem." You both jump at the sound of another voice. It takes a moment to locate the origin in the dim light. The shrouded figure is up on a fire escape opposite the wall you're leaning against.

"You're not Batman." The thug grunts and shifts from pointing the gun at you to pointing it up at the vigilante. When the gun is halfway between your bodies, a bolt of electricity shoots from the shadows and hits the masked man in the chest. He shivers and collapses to the ground.

"Um." You nudge his unconscious body. Vigilante intervention isn't exactly rare in the city, but this is your first experience. You've heard they have a whole disappearing thing, so you figure whoever saved you is already gone. His gun is a couple of inches from his hand. It wouldn't hurt to have some personal protection in the city....

"Uh, no." The figure jumps down from the fire escape and lands beside you. You had moved faster than your thoughts could, grabbing the gun and jumping back as the figure moved towards you. It's a woman, but not Batwoman. Not a Batgirl either, you're pretty sure. Her suit is black with blue designs, notably the blue bat symbol across her chest. Her mask is blue too, a sharp contrast to her purple hair.

"I'll take that." She holds out her gloved hand, expectantly.

"No." You shrink back, flat against the wall. "I need protection."

"Give me the gun." Her shock rifle is strapped over her back, and you briefly wonder if she'll pull it out to threaten you. You only hesitate a moment more before dropping the gun into her outstretched hand. She slides it into a pocket in her jacket and turns towards you. "You know, most people just say thank you."

"I have to go to work." You check your watch. No reason to give a vigilante small talk, maybe if it was Batwoman, you'd indulge her.

"Wow, not even a thank you." She holds her arm out, blocking your path. She braces her other hand on the other side of your head, completely boxing you in. "Pretty rude for someone who just saved your life."

"Thank you." You choke out. Fear courses through you. Somehow, this feels more dangerous than the thug with a gun. Dangerous in a different way. At least you know what the unconscious guy wanted, this woman is mystery and it doesn't seem like a thank you.

"There you go. But I think a cute thing like you can do better." Her eyes roam up and down your body. You're wearing nothing special, just your work slacks and button-up, but she smirks at what she sees anyway.

"Thank you." You repeat, more clearly.

"Nice try, but that's not what I meant. Why don't you, uh," she licks her lips, "give me a proper thank you." You don't move for a moment, but you're starting to understand her innuendos. She must grow impatient with waiting because the next thing she says is, "get down on your knees."

You sink down automatically, landing softly on your knees in front of her. A small part of you hopes the thug will wake up and give you a chance to escape, but he's out cold. You're helpless as she starts fumbling with her belt. She unhooks it and slides her pants down a bit. Fuck. Your mouth runs dry as she pushes her underwear down and pulls a cock free.

"What? Never seen a girl with a dick before?" She snaps down at your shocked expression. "Open." She grabs the base of her half-hard cock and taps the head against your lips. You refuse her order, keeping your mouth firmly sealed shut. "Come on now. I saved your life. Open up."

She rubs her cock all over your face as you refuse her. It grows harder and harder against your cheeks and lips. A small patch of public hair dyed purple lies at the base of her cock. Figures. You squeeze your eyes shut as she drowns you in her crotch. She smells musky, no doubt from whatever vigilantism she's been doing all night, but it's not horrible.

A bit of precum dribbles from her tip, and she smirks as she smears it over your lips like lipstick. Subconsciously, you lick the fluid off your lips, tongue brushing against her cock head. Her salty taste fills your mouth, and you take a shaky breath, your lips part briefly as you exhale, and she takes the opportunity to shove her cock in.

You gag as she thrusts straight to the back of your throat. All you can taste is her precum and sweat, "Don't bite me." She grunts as her balls slap your chin. She didn't attach any threat to the words, but you follow them nevertheless, knowing that if she wanted to hurt you, she could. Your eyelids droop as you become compliant. Your cheeks hollow as you suck softly.

She groans and tangles a gloved hand in her hair. "There you go." She moans and pulls her hips back before thrusting forward again. "Holy fuck." She moans, apparently undeterred by the public nature of your meeting. She doesn't even give you the chance to suck her; she just starts thrusting softly into your mouth.

Her grip in your hair is tight, holding your head steady as she rocks her hips into you. She's not overeager; her thrusts are controlled, steady. When you gag, she pulls back, giving you a chance to breathe. "Alright?" She asks as you wipe drool from your mouth. No. You are very much not alright, but what she wants to know is if you're ready for her cock back in your mouth.

"Can I... suck it?" You stumble over the words, hoping she'll let you set the pace. "You want me to thank you, right? Let me do the work." She licks her lips, staring down at the apprehension on your face.

"All right, but make me cum fast. The little birdie's chirping in my ear about being in one place too long." Her words mean nothing to you, for all you know, this woman could be crazy. Her hair and attire certainly point to it.

Despite questioning her sanity, you do your best to please her. Hesitantly, you grab the base of her shaft. It's warm and pulses in your grasp. You lick your lips before taking the head back in your mouth. You suck, bobbing your head back and forth. You stroke her at the same time, trying to do what you've seen in porn videos.

"Fucking good at this." She moans and rests her hand back on your head. "Deeper." She guides your head forward gently, apparently unable to let you take the lead after all. She jerks her hips forward, burying her cock back in your throat. She slaps your hand away, wanting to be satisfied with your mouth.

Her thrusts get rougher, sloppier the more time passes. She ruts into your mouth feverishly, until she pauses, burying her cock to the back of your throat. "Stick your tongue out." She groans. "Lick my balls with my cock in your throat." You choke, pushing your tongue out like she says.

You sputter but manage, lapping at the seam of her sac as she holds you in place. She moans as your tongue quivers underneath her sensitive nerves. "Fucking hell." Her hips rock slowly into you, rubbing the head of her cock on the walls of her throat. "Gonna make me cum."

Her cock twitches in your mouth. You can feel her balls churn against your chin and tongue. "Gonna swallow for me? Yeah." She doesn't even give you a chance to respond; it's not like you have much of a choice with her making no move to remove you from her cock.

The first spurt of her cum hits the back of your throat, and you gag. Her cock throbs and pulses in your mouth as she cums. Rope after rope of her cum spills into your throat. You have no choice but to swallow it down; it's that or drown. You sputter, some cum spilling out of the corner of your mouth, but you manage to get most of it down.

She humps your face a few more times, spilling a few more drops of her cum on your tongue before withdrawing her wet cock. She quickly tucks herself back into her pants. You watch in a haze till the click of her belt shocks your brain into action.

You wipe your mouth, wiping away a mix of drool and cum from your lips. You smear it on your slacks, hoping it won't stain. You're already thoroughly late for work; the last thing you need is to come dirty, too.

"Here." She outstretches her hand to you, and you take it hesitantly. She pulls you up, steadying you as you waver. You would thank her, but you've already done enough thanking for the day. "And here." She slips a small piece of paper into your pants pocket. "Just in case you ever feel like walking through another dark alley alone."

You don't respond; you have no words for her, but she smiles at you anyway, and her fingers brush your cheek, gently wiping away tears you hadn't even known were there. Then she's gone, disappearing back up the fire escape into the shadows. You watch the darkness for long after she's gone before reaching into your pocket and pulling out the slip of paper.

Scrawled in blue pen is a phone number and below that a signature: 'Bluebird'. Well, at least you have a name. It's not a real name, but it's something. Her audacity astounds you, but you slip the paper back into your pocket anyway and hurry down the alley trying to make it to work.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

could i request a matchup with DC please?

i’m 25 years old and my pronouns are she/they. i’d like a romantic matchup with any sexuality/gender :)

I’m 5’9 (all legs, no torso lol). i’m on the curvier side; i’m very solid. i have red, fire truck colored, shoulder length wavy hair and i have my bridge, septum, and vertical labret pierced.

i love reading, musical theatre, basketball, and chemistry! i’m an august leo. my favorite colors are pink and black. i love horror movies like Us and Jennifer’s Body.

that’s all i can think of, but let me know if you need more! 🖤

Hi!

<333

I am sorry for the wait!

I hope you like your match!

Enjoy!

<333

Romantic Matchup; DC Comics

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Romantic;

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DC;

Harper Row (Bluebird) -

(I really liked the idea of Auli'i Cravalho as Harper)

You met Harper in the dingy, underfunded basement science wing of Gotham University

(Before the place was funded by Bruce Wayne)

You were in the middle of the late-night chemistry lab, leaning against the counter wearing a black, oversized band tee, faded pink cargo pants, leather boots, and safety goggles perched on your head

Harper - a brilliant, self-taught electrical engineering student working as a campus lab tech to pay the bills - walked in carrying a soldering iron and a spool of copper wire

She was rocking her signature spiky electric-blue hair, a distressed leather vest over a white crop-top, ripped jeans, and her own boots

But it were her smirk that really caught your attention

"Hey, red," Harper drawled, leaning against the doorframe, taking in your vivid hair, your piercings, and your tall frame, "You know your beaker's about two seconds away from exploding, right?"

You blinked, looking down at your beaker as it began to bubble

You quickly stabilized it, before looking up at her with a deadpan expression

"I had it under control," You replied, "And the name's not 'Red.'"

"I'm Harper," She said, stepping in, her dark eyes gleaming with genuine curiosity as she looked at your formula notes on the whiteboard, "And for the record? Chemical equations make my brain melt, but whatever you're doing was hot."

That was it

Two alt-fashion STEM nerds in the grimiest city on the East Coast

It was an instant, high-voltage connection

Your friendship was built on an unfiltered, laid-back, flirty vibe

Harper wasn't used to people who could keep up with her sharp tongue and mechanical genius, but your shared love for science gave you an instant intellectual bond

Your nights were spent in Harper's cramped, cluttered apartment

The space smelled of motor oil and takeout

But like, in a good way...

You'd sit cross-legged on her thrifted couch, dressed in your favorite pink-and-black loungewear, while she tinkered with circuit boards on the coffee table

You bonded over the dark, somewhat campy, and psychological horror

You introduced her to "Us" and "Jennifer's Body"

Harp, as you began to call her, would sit with her legs draped over yours, eating popcorn out of a plastic mixing bowl, yelling at the screen

"Oh, come on! Who leaves the crowbar in the basement? That's basic tactical stupidity!"

You're more built body made you a menace on the local Gotham courts

Not legal, no

Harp, being shorter and scrappier, loved watching you play basketball in the local parks that had a decent hoop that still had the net

She'd sit on the bench in her steel-toed boots, cheering for you even when you had no one to play against

She wooped whenever you got the ball in the net

And, yeah, she played against you sometimes, too

Harp pretends to be a hardened, cynical Gotham punk

But you caught her softly humming songs from Sweeney Todd while she was wiring a fuse box

When you called her out on it, her face flushed, but from that day on, you two blasted broadway soundtracks right alongside 90s grunge

As the months passed, the dynamics began to shift

Harp was fiercely protective of her brother, Cullen, and didn't let people into her inner circle easily

But you became her safe harbor to sail to

She loved the way your alt style complemented hers

The contrast of her electric-blue hair against your fire-truck red

Your pink-and-black aesthetic softening her harsh, leather-and-chains exterior

A big pro is that you'd both have a blast shopping in Hot Topic

She'd subtly find excuses to touch you

Fixing the strap of your tank top, tracing the silver of your bridge piercing with her thumb, or resting her head on your shoulder after a long "shift"

(What she claimed was late-night engineering work)

"You've got a killer posture, you know that?" Harper murmured one night, leaning back on the couch beside you while you read a chem paper, "All legs. Makes me feel so short standing next to you. You think you can save some height for the rest of us." She joked lightly, and she knew she meant well

"You're not short, Row," You chuckled, looking down at her through your lashes, "You're just compact. Like a bomb."

Harper looked up at you, her dark eyes locking onto yours, "Yeah... Well... Just don't get too close when I go off."

The lie couldn't last forever

One night, you were waiting at Harper's place for a horror movie marathon

This time you were watching The Craft

When the window slid open, it wasn't Harp in her leather jacket she hardly took off

It was Bluebird, covered in dirt and grime

She froze on the fire escape, she was shocked

even though she was wearing a mask, you knew who it was

You just knew

"Harper?" You breathed, standing up, your heart hammering, "What... What is it? What are you wearing?"

She pulled off the mask completely, her hair messy and her skin sweaty, "Crap. Crap, no, no, no. You weren't supposed to see me like this."

"Are you a superhero?" You exclaimed, rushing over to help her step through the window, noticing the gash on her side, "You're bleeding! Harp, what the hell?"

"I am Bluebird, okay!?" She snapped, wincing as she sat down, her hands shaking as she tried to unbuckle her armor, "I hit the streets! I fight the scum of the Earth! I didn't tell you because... Because people who know who I am get targeted! I was trying to protect you!"

You grabbed her first aid kit from the bathroom, kneeling between her knees

You set to work cleaning the cut, your hands steady despite your anger, surprise, and confusion

"Protect me? By lying to me every single night?"

"Yes!" Harper yelled, her voice cracking as she grabbed your hands, stopping your movements, "Because I can handle getting shot at, okay? I can handle Batman grunting at me, I can handle Punchline and whoever else! But if someone hurt you? If some freak-out mobster used you to get to me? I would burn this whole city to the ground."

The small apartment went completely silent except for the hum of the refrigerator and the rotating fan in the corner

"I-I love you," Harper muttered, her dark eyes shining with unshed tears, her fingers tightening around yours, "I've been in love with you since you excitedly ranted to me about that movie "Sinners." You're smart, you're strong, you look like a goddamn goddess, and you're the only part of my life that isn't broken. I hid this because losing you would literally kill me."

You stared at her before letting out a long, shaky breath, "I wish you told me sooner, but I am glad that we had this conversation."

She stared at you, "That doesn't sound like either friend-zoning or returning my feelings."

"I didn't know how to tell you," You smiled softly, taking her hands into yours, before closing the distance and pressing a kiss to her cheek, "But, I love you, too, Harp. And thank you."

"Thank you? For what?" She asked, cheeks burning, and heart in her chest almost exploding with happiness

"For the compliment. I am a goddamn goddess."

She calls you "Red"

And you call her "Blue," "Row," or "Sparky"

You look iconic together on the street

Her blue hair and dark punk gear alongside your red hair, piercings, and pink/black wardrobe

People clear the sidewalk when you two walk down the block holding hands

You turn heads

Dates often double as tinkering sessions

While she builds tech upgrades for her Bluebird gear, you experiment with chemical compounds

You make her smoke bombs and flash-bangs

Sitting side-by-side at a workbench, passing tools back and forth, is peak romance for the both of you

She'll rent out a secluded indoor go-kart racing

She always wins

You'll teach her how to shoot three-pointers, wrapping your arms around her from behind to guide her form, teasing her when she misses

She loves making you gifts instead of buying you things

She would make you jewelry

Like cool earrings or piercings

You'd get her vintage vinyl records from the 60s and 70s and even a jacket that you got custom-made for her

Domestic life with a vigilante means quiet, tender post-patrol moments

You'll sit on the edge of the bathroom sink while she stands between your legs, letting you stitch up cuts, apply ice packs, or help shave the side of her head

Harper is a notoriously restless sleeper

And a light sleeper

Due to night patrols and nightmares

But when she's with you, she buries her face into your chest, her arms wrapped around you

[su-reader-imagines]

Bluebird X Reader - Minific 1

You remember the party really well. Another Gem had arrived to Earth and everyone wanted to welcome them with open arms. You were a friend of Steven’s at the time so you found yourself at yet another one of his house parties.

[[MORE]]

The Gem in question called herself Bluebird Azurite. Having not met Aquamarine or Eyeball before, nothing seemed suspicious about Bluebird. So you weren’t sure why Steven was so nervous about her.

Your first meeting with her happened while you were sitting on the couch drinking a Loke and eating some chips. She sat down next to you and introduced herself.

“The name’s Bluebird Azurite, luv. What’s yours?”

You told her your name and the conversation evolved, at some point asking about the pranks. She responded by saying it was all just good and playful fun, giving a wink. You talked for a while and got to know each other. Along the way she was starting to grow on you. She seemed really cute and her accent was pleasant to listen to. At one point, she said this to you.

“Why, you’re the nicest looking human I’d ever seen!”

You immediately blushed and thanked her.

Later that day you saw her again, this time at Little Homeschool. You were on your daily afternoon walk when she saw you and flew towards you with some pretty blue flowers in her hand.

“Oh, there you are! I wanted to give you these. Pretty, aren’t they?”

She gave you the flowers and you felt your heart go light. You thanked her once more and she joined you on your walk.

During that time, she told you she was a fusion, which you knew. She was an Aquamarine and a Ruby. You told her that you’d seen Rubies around Beach City before, but never met an Aquamarine.

“I’d bet she’d love to meet ya!”

You smiled and said you’d like to meet her too some time.

The walk continued and occasionally Bluebird would drop a slightly flirty comment. You couldn’t tell if she was being overly friendly or something more. But the answer to that question came when it was time for you to go home.

As she wished you goodbye, she took your hand and kissed it, a cool feeling that sent your mind flying. You blushed like crazy as the two of you said goodbye.

When the night fell and you went to sleep, you dreamed about seeing her again.

—-

Unfortunately that dream was shattered when you talked to Steven the next day.

It was all a lie.

Bluebird wasn’t a friend, she was plotting revenge against Steven, playing nice until she got her chance. As he told you the events of the evening prior, you felt your heart break, struggling to remain calm.

“_, are you alright?” he asked.

You nodded. “Y-yeah.” Looking out into the sunset, you sighed. “I just need some time to think.”

You ran back to your house and cried in your bedroom.

What were you thinking? You didn’t know who to blame for this, Bluebird, or yourself. It was a mixture of both, Bluebird for playing with your feelings like that, or you for trusting her in the first place.

At first you tried to reason with yourself. Maybe she was genuinely being nice to you, maybe she did like you back but still wanted revenge on Steven. But you had no idea what her motives could have been. Why did she go through all the trouble of spending time with you, giving you flowers, and kissing your hand?

There could be all sorts of whys and whats, but eventually you got exhausted on the matter and gave up...

—-

Two weeks later, you were feeling much better. It was around 2 in the morning when you heard a noise coming from your living room. You were so groggy that you didn’t feel like getting up and assumed it was an animal or something until you heard a “woosh” noise coming closer.

You got up and grabbed a bat. Before you left the room, you noticed the flowers Bluebird gave you which you had put in a vase the day she gave them to you.

Somehow, there were now pink flowers alongside the blue ones. You stared at it for a moment until you heard another noise.

You slowly walked down the hall into the living room to find...

Bluebird Azurite sitting on your couch. On the coffee table sat a bunch of snacks you mentioned liking, and a wine class filled with Coke.

You stood there in shock.

“What’s with the face, luv? Don’t tell me you’ve already forgotten about me...”

[ilikeprettygems]

so this might sound a bit strange considering what happened in their debut episode but could you write something for Bluebird with a curious human s/o? i like to think that Bluebird and their s/o like exchanging stories about their lives before they met eachother or something like that

Bluebird with a curious human s/o:

Now, one thing is for certain, there are few gems more curious than Bluebird so she totally gets it.

She will encourage your curiosity.

She understands if your curious about her. She’s a fusion so that already makes her distinct from other gems.

She’d be happy to tell you everything. Literally everything.

You don’t even have to ask that many questions, sometimes it only takes one before she’s off on a tangent.

But don’t worry, once she’s done it’s your turn to be questioned!

No matter what you are talking about, you can guarantee that she will butt in every now and then to ask more questions.

If you tell her about any interesting talents you have not only will she want to know more, she would also like to see what that talent is.

She’d also be happy to reciprocate and show you anything you want to know.

She’s got some cool talents she’d be happy to share with you. Her culinary skills are really taking off these days, she can fly, the list goes on.

You two are a force to be reckoned with around other gems, you two could keep anyone talking for hours.

Truth be told the relationship works very well on both ends.

You get to satisfy your curiosity by learning more about her.

And she gets to satisfy her curiosity by learning more about human culture, but most importantly you!

Also, she probably really likes the attention.

[coffee-randomness]

Safe (Harper Row x Reader)

For anon who wanted a Harper Row x female reader about meeting for the first time.

Warning: Mentions of blood and murder.

Word Count: 271

A/N: I’m sorry.

Broken and gray.

A flash of gunpower iluminates the alley for a couple seconds. The world seems to go slow motion, you can watch as the bullet hits him and the red particles of blood flying in the air as he falls down, his back crashing in the ground. A silent scream leaves your mouth and frigth eats out your reason.

She arrives in time to see you clinging on your now dead boyfriend’s chest, shaking as your hand goes to your face, eyes wide with trauma and unfocused.

Blood leaves red trails of fingers where your hand touches and you jerk back from your own contact in terror.

You push away the desire of running and not even notice the liquid ruining your clothes. Fear is what transforms your expression when you see her and your legs give in. 

She points her gun at the guy with the pistol and he hits the floor with a dry sound. 

You know he’s not dead. 

Fear is what makes your heart race so fast when you look at the domino mask, only to find the ghost of two irises that you refuse to recognize as humans in your delirium.

Blue and beautiful.

Harper frows under her mask, kneeling down in front of you.

Fear is what makes you shiver when you see her holding her hand up to wipe the blood with her thumb, whispering a swear. 

Fear is what helps you barely stand up, and what keeps the pieces of your mind together as she says:

“I’m Bluebird, and now you’re safe”

Fear is, also, what makes you believe in her.

[su-reader-imagines]

A while back I had the idea of Succubus!Aqua and Vampire!Eyeball fusing to make some sort of hybrid Bluebird and I feel like she would be the kind of person to make healthy meals for you every day and you’re under the impression she’s doing it to be nice but in reality she’s doing it to make your blood taste better.

[su-reader-imagines]

Some random domestic Bluebird X Human!Reader headcanons cuz why not

She’s an excellent cook and will gladly make you all sorts of food. Once in a while she’ll bake you a cake or cookies.

She loves how flustered you get when she calls you “luv”

She secretly loves cuddling with you. She’ll fall asleep by your side and it’s so peaceful. Also, she loves to feel you breathe in your sleep because she’s never felt anything like that before.

Oh course, she’s still a troublemaker despite her soft spot for you. Harmless little tricks done out of affection like filling your pillowcase with bags of Chaps or making apple scented fragrance bombs in your room.

Sometimes she’ll sneak lil kisses and fly away... she gets that from Aquamarine.

One time for Halloween she dressed up as a pirate and you couldn’t help but blush like crazy because oh my stars she was so handsome.

Eyeball and Aquamarine do indeed have feelings for you. They don’t unfuse much but when they do they still try to include you in their affections.

[su-reader-imagines]

Imagine being in quarentine with Bluebird and she makes you a bunch of food to try to cheer you up