bruce wayne doesn't know how to be exes. doesn't know how to act like an ex husband, doesn't know how to function without you either. its just been 6 months since your divorce. you both decided it was for the best, something about him focusing on crime rates in gotham rather than focusing on you, his wife.
and no, you didn't just sit back and take the neglect. god, no. you put the divorce papers on his desk, the noise of the folder hitting it echoing as a slap, and? well..he respected your decsion.
but he also missed you, terribly. missed that fire. and so after making up some pathetic excuse of coming over to your apartment to 'drop something you left', he was now on your bed, having you spread out on all fours so prettily, his cock teased your swollen bud from behind, leaving you whining.
bruce speaks first "missed you baby.. missed this pussy." he speaks in that gruff voice of his. the voice you've heard so many times before.
you roll your eyes, the very same fire he fell for in the first place, "prove it then."
and that was it. bruce pushes into your wetness, you groan at the stretch as he bottoms out with a groan. the delicious fullness of it all coaxed a moan out of you as the filthy sound of wet skin slapping echoed throughout the room. his head repeatedly hitting that sweet spot, feeling like ecstasy. you could feel the veins, feel every pulse, feel every little drop of pre cum that dripped from his sensitive tip. his arm comes up, wrapping around your waist as he pounds into you from behind, hands working their way up to your tits. "gonna marry you again" bruce grunts in your ear while fucking you into oblivion.
bruce wayne doesn't know how to be exes. how could he?
lightweight!reader is ready to risk it all for bruce wayne
“C’mere, sweetheart.” Oh, you would come, all right.
I mean, goddamn it, how could a person’s voice be that deep and raspy? A flush was working its way across your cheeks just from hearing those few words already. You were running hot, and your heart was pounding against your ribcage erratically. Fuck, were you really that easy now? An amused, little smirk and a lilt, and you were giddy?
It wasn’t like you to be so easily wooed. Not at all, actually. Perhaps you had an espresso martini too much, or maybe two. Either way, if there was any man in the world that would justify such an unusual lack of restraint, it would have to be Bruce Wayne, Gotham City’s most eligible bachelor. Well, that is until you would dig your claws into him, at least.
You weren’t planning on letting this man go anywhere any time soon. Unless he would go home with you. That, you would be okay with.
Now that you thought of it, what else could Bruce possibly do with that sweet mouth of his? Or his long, thick fingers— “Did you not hear me?”
You snapped out of your increasingly dirty-minded thoughts as Bruce inched closer to you. Had you forgotten to reply? Oh well. “Hm?” A hum was all you could offer as a response. Blown pupils locked onto the man towering over you as you swayed forward, before catching yourself—hands landing on Bruce’s chest. You contemplated giving the rock-solid muscles a squeeze when Bruce took ahold of your chin.
Gently, he raised it and took a good look at you. A dopey smile spread across your face upon receiving his undivided attention now. “How much have you had to drink?” A playful giggle slipped past your lips.
“Why? Y’want to buy me a drink, handsome?” Pretty bold question for someone who was practically slurring every second word leaving her mouth. Cute though, Bruce thought involuntarily. Shaking his head in visible entertainment, he denied your suggestion, “I don’t think you could handle another one.” There was a glint in your eyes when you countered his claim, “I can handle much more than you think.”
Bruce could barely contain his chuckle at your innuendo. “Oh, yeah?” he asked you—his tone almost challenging. Nodding, your face neared his. Bruce could see the way you were looking at him; like he was a prize you weren’t willing to let anyone else stake a claim on. Truthfully, he wasn’t quite sure if he should feel flattered or slightly offended, but luckily for you, he was leaning towards the former.
“Want me to prove it?” Now you were really just asking for it. Calloused fingers left your chin to travel across the burning skin of your cheek, before tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. Bruce cocked his head to the side. The motion was subtle but devastating in its effect on you.
“And how do you plan to do that?” he asked, but in your mind this was more of an invitation than an inquiry—one you were eager to accept.
“Come and find—” You were in the middle of yet another attempt at seducing Bruce into going home with you when suddenly you stopped short, your face scrunching up into a frown. Oh no, were you going to—
Blegh! Okay, so there went Bruce’s new pair of black dress shoes.
Best believe you didn’t drink another espresso martini for two months after this incident. At least Bruce didn’t have it in him not to take you home after seeing the state you were in. Win some, lose some, right?
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— You thought you had Jason's features memorized, until you noticed the soft spots on his cheeks.
!!: fluff. gn!reader, but they're mentioned to use lipgloss. Situationship. Yearning. Drabble, 742 words. Jason has freckles. English isn't my first language.
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Jason’s freckles grew to disappear. Fading into his skin like melted sugar. Almost invisible spots all over his cheeks and nose that even himself forgets he has.
And you never noticed them. Six months into this very weird situationship between you two, and you had never noticed them, not even once.
You both had been to multiple dates, he had stayed at your house overnight, you had been to his house a lot of times now. Since you met Jason he had become one of the people you saw the most daily, and you weren’t even complaining. Because the man was handsome, and strong, and a fucking gentleman, that didn’t align with his appearance at all.
You didn’t dare to say it out loud, you didn’t even dare to accept it, because it would become real once you did, but you loved him. You were deeply and utterly in love with Jason Todd.
And he was too. He was down bad for you.
But none of you would make the first step. Because for Jason this situationship was more than he deserved, and for you, you thought he was way too far out of your league, and some messy kisses every now and then were just fine, they were enough.
But they weren’t, because Jason wanted to call you his, and you wanted to accept and silence that nagging voice in the back of your brain telling you that the man in front of you was the man of your dreams and that you were completely smitten.
But fear of rejection stopped you, and the fear of the possibility of ruining your life by letting you into his life stopped Jason.
So both of you decided to stay silent. Swallowing your feelings and enjoying the little you had, and the little you both thought you deserved, when it could be much more.
You decided to enjoy the dates, the flowers, the kisses, but in silence.
However, you couldn’t avoid your stupid internal voice, or Jason’s presence itself. You couldn’t avoid staring at him and immersing yourself into the features of his face.
His blue eyes, his black hair with the white streak, his red lips, his long and beautiful lashes every woman would envy, the scars…
“You have freckles.” Your voice had come out louder than expected, making Jason’s head turn to his right to look at you.
He had freckles. Six months admiring him, memorizing every single detail on his face and it was now, after all these months with him—in his living room, while watching a sappy rom-com you had chosen just to watch something—that you had noticed the little freckles on his cheeks for the first time.
“What?” He looked at you like you were crazy, like the thing you had just said didn’t make any sense, until he remembered that you were in fact right. “ Oh… Yeah. But they are barely visible.” He shrugged.
You didn’t say anything, just leaned closer and kissed his cheek softly. Then kissed it again, in another spot, in another freckle.
“They are cute.” You said. Your breath against his cheek made him shiver.
“You really can’t tell they’re there.”
You kissed his nose this time.
“Once you notice their presence you do see them.” You claimed.
Your body moved slightly backwards. The three stains of your lip gloss, in his cheek and nose, shining under the light coming from outside—the artificial light of the skyline of Gotham at night.
You were right. Now that you knew the freckles were there you couldn’t stop seeing them, and they made Jason ten times more handsome than he already was.
“Stop looking at me like that.” Jason complained.
He acted like he didn’t like it, like you looking directly at him with your lovesick expression made him uncomfortable, but the small smirk showing on his lips said otherwise.
“Like what?”
“Like you want to kiss every single one of my freckles.”
“Maybe that’s what I want.” You teased.
It took Jason just one movement of his arm to wrap your waist and pull you into him.
“Then I’ll try not to complain that much.” He said, just a few inches away from your lips.
You wrapped your arms around his neck.
“You won’t complain.”
“No promises.”
And then he kissed you. Deep, messy, but with hidden love none of you were ready to let out. But it was there. And that was enough for now.
ི ✉️ ֦ છ 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐑 ˗ˏ 𝓕𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. . . clark kent x 𝒻𝑒𝓂!reader drabble ꒰ mdni `` 18+ content ꒱ ۪ ݁ 724 words.
。 🧷ׄ ⠀ ❛ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧. . . piv. language. barn sex. might slightly suck because i'm super sick.
clark kent bringing you home to kansas spells a recipe for disaster. all he wanted to do was show you the pasture with its adjoining barn, offering you a chance to see the free-range animals. he was even more eager to watch you interact with bessie and mabel, the two jersey cows his parents took in. hell, all the animals took a liking to you. he couldn’t resist that familiar tug of heat swimming in his gut watching you interact with the animals, seeing you take in everything he’s ever loved about his home.
he was trying to behave, refusing to fool around in his old bedroom because of the thin walls. not wanting his parents to overhear you going at it like rabbits, but it was hard. clark felt pent up, and your short summer dress wasn’t helping his case. he swore he could see the outline of your nipples, or the way your panties clung to your folds when you bent over. he was salivating at the mouth watching you move around the farm, the sun beating down on the two of you.
the man of restraint snapped when he followed you up the ladder to the second floor of the barn. it was only supposed to be a barn tour, but you are so goddamn tempting he couldn’t fight it. his cock was threatening to bust the zipper of his jeans, his hands on you before he could even think. both of your knees digging into the dust hay covered floor, clark dragging you back on thick length. your face pressed into the scratchy hay bale under your upper body, fingers clenching into the straw trying to find purchase.
his fingers squeeze into the fat of your hips, his thick length throbbing in your squeezing cunt. clark’s thrust slow down to a teasing grind; a ragged breath sucked in sound out behind you. a whine tumbles from your lips fills the space, your body desperate for release. “show me how bad you wanna cum.”
your hips are pressing back, your soft pants reaching his ears. every drag of his aching cock through your walls send your brain into overdrive. fucking yourself back on him, the only thoughts going through your brain are cumming and clark. your hands braced on top of the hale bale for support, as you press back faster. the bulbous head of his cock kisses your g-spot, allowing him to feel your hips stutter at the new stimulation, a gasp tearing through you.
“keep goin’, you’re doin’ so good, baby,” clark coos at you, his hand dragging up your clothed back. still letting you do all the work, but he bucks up, burying himself deeper. your body shifting in his grasp as you push back rougher, your cunt struggling around him. his body attuned to yours can tell you’re nearing the edge, your whines turning into full-blown out moans. “come on, cum.”
a calloused hand circles around to your front, thumb finding the swollen nub as he rubs tight circles. the thick length of his cock pulses in you, your walls fluttering around him–forcing him closer to his own release. his hand still clutched on your waist squeezes, finally relenting and helping with the rhythm. clark’s pace is punishing as his cock bullies its way deeper. your whines bouncing off the walls of the barn, the sight of your dress wrinkled from being rucked up around your hips enough to send him spiralling.
“clark, ’m close,” you pant out, eyes rolling back as he picks up pace. the expanse of your ass ripples with every brutal thrust, skin against skin followed with his grunts fill your ears. his stomach clenches when one of your trembling hands find leverage on the taut muscle. a filthy groan tumbles past his lips when your walls practically strangle his cock, his head tips forward as sweaty dark locks cling to his forehead. he can’t stop his hips from jerking into you as your cum coats his length, your release triggering his own. thick white ropes of cum stuffing you full, your body twitching from the sporadic shockwaves of release.
clarks hand cups under your jaw, dragging your head back as he presses his lips against yours. the kiss is sloppy, your tongues tangling before he’s pulling away breathlessly. “there’s your barn tour.”
Summary: Oliver overhears you having some “fun” time and decides to join.
Warnings: Smut-ish
Parings: Oliver Queen x Reader
Fandom: DC
Word Count: 695
Square Filled: Free Space
Requested:
@slytherinlyn13 Can you do an Oliver queen smut? Can you also surprise me with what it’s about?
Anon: hi! can you do an oliver queen smut where the reader is shy and likes oliver but never said anything and same goes for oliver. one day he catches the reader touching herself and moaning his name and is completely turned on and asks her what she’s thinking about and he does it to her and at the end they get together? and if you could include her riding his face that be awesome. if you write this thank you!
AN1: Written for my bingo card @anyfandomgoesbingo
AN2: So I decided to combine the two requests above cause I couldn’t really come up with anything for either, hope that’s okay! Also I didn’t really go into the smut like usual
“Oliver?”
Oliver was standing in my doorway, his chest heaving. Slightly gasping, I tightened my grip on the sheet I had pulled over me as I sat up, watching Oliver.
“Oliver?”
Oliver shook his head, stalking towards me. I made a face as he knelt at the foot of the bed, crawling towards me.
“Ollie?”
He stopped above me, his pupils dilated as they flickered across my face. He surged forward, leaning down and pressing his lips to mine, causing me to softly moan as I fell back against my pillow, Oliver following me down. I opened my eyes when he leaned up, my chest heaving as I slightly whimpered.
“Oliver?”
“How long?”
I made a face, tilting my head to the side.
“What?”
He huffed, running his finger along my collar bone, running this thumb along my jaw.
“How long have you thought about me?”
He grabbed the sheet I had a death grip on, pulling it from me and kicking it to the side. I arched up into him as he ran his hand along my side, running along my stomach before he cupped my breast, gently massaging them.
“Of me kissing every inch of your body, pulling those sweet little sounds from your lips, pleasuring you in ways only I can.”
I moaned as he cupped my core, sliding a finger between my lips. He leaned down, pressing kisses down my neck.
“How long?”
“I uh, just-”
He sucked a hickey onto my sweet spot, causing me to moan as he slid a finger into me. He leaned up, hovering over me as he started to move his finger, looking down at me.
“How long?”
I grabbed his wrist, my other hand running up his chest, moaning as he inserted another finger, moving faster.
“How long YN?”
“Oliver please!”
He slightly shook his head, clicking his teeth.
“That’s not what I asked sweetheart.”
“Since we met! God are you happy now?”
Oliver grinned, pulling his fingers from me, placing his hands on my waist, flipping us so I was on top.
“More than.”
He ran his hands along the top of my thighs, causing me to roll my hips.
“You know what’d make me even happier?”
I gasped as he thrust up into me, causing me to stagger.
“What?”
He tightened his grips on my hips, stopping me from moving.
“Ride my face.”
I looked down at him, slightly shaking my head.
“Ollie, I don’t-”
He shook his head, pulling me forward.
“Uh huh. I promise to make it worth your while.”
I huffed, biting my bottom lip, slightly nodding.
“Okay.”
Oliver grinned, helping me so I was hovering over him. I looked down at him, sighing.
“Oliver I’m not-”
My eyes widened, gasping as Oliver pulled me down, pressing a kiss to my clit.
Gasping, I fell onto the bed beside Oliver, looking up when Oliver leaned up, his head on his arm as he looked down at me, grinning.
“How was that? Better than what you imagined?”
I huffed a laugh, nodding.
“I don’t think I can walk.”
He grinned, leaning down and pressing a quick kiss to my lips.
“Good, then I did my job.”
I laughed, shaking my head as I leaned up, throwing my leg over his, rolling us so I was hovering over him, again, running my fingers through his hair as I kissed him, his hands running along the tops of my thighs and sides. I leaned up, grinning down at him.
“Now that, was a kiss.”
He laughed, shaking his head.
“Wanna go again?”
I laughed, slightly shaking my head as I laid down, placing my head on my arm as I looked up at Oliver, drawing mindless patterns on his chest as he ran his hand up and down my back.
“Dude, you wore me out. We’ve got all the time in the world to do this again, and again.”
“Really?”
I nodded, laying my head in the crook of my arm.
“Well, I mean, yeah.”
Oliver smiled, leaning down and pressing a kiss to my temple before he grabbed the covers, pulling them over us.
“Good. Cause I’m never letting you go.”
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You hummed quietly in acknowledgement as you heard Jason’s voice softly over your shoulder. His chin landed on your shoulder from the corner of your eye.
“Babe.”
“Hm?”
“Baaaaaaaaaabe.”
“Yes, my dearest darlingest Jaybird?”
“You know how you’re more lovely and temperate than a summer’s day?”
“Ooh, Shakespeare,” you noted, now paying slightly more attention. “That means you did something you know I won’t like.”
“You wound me, angel.”
“Tell me, how much blood have you gotten on my nice new rug tonight?”
“Well, see, that’s the thing. What if I told you it wasn’t my blood?”
You turned over your other shoulder to see Dick, lounging on your couch and bleeding from the side. He gave you a friendly smile and a wave.
“Hey, Y/N. I like the new bookshelf.”
“JASON PETER TODD, WHY DIDN’T YOU OPEN WITH ‘MY BROTHER IS BLEEDING OUT ON OUR COUCH’?!?”
Could I ask for one with Dick one where the reader can't sleep so keeps sending him weird texts while he's on patrol And he shows up at her window like "GO TO SLEEP!"
A/N: Did I totally get the random thought of an idea for the texts from a post I just saw? Maybe so.
Warnings: Cursing.
Despite trying to sleep earlier tonight in an attempt to fix your sleep schedule, the pull of exhaustion doesn’t come and thoughts continue to trickle throughout your mind. Rolling over, you turn on the lamp before swiping your phone off the nightstand. Playing games for a little while, you figure texting Dick is the next best thing, the games becoming boring after a while. Dick will definitely be up.
Sending your random thoughts to him, you laugh, it’s easy to become delirious when somewhat tired. As the inevitable call of sleep begins to take hold on you, the want to continue your conversation with Dick becomes top priority. Scrolling through your feed on social media, you come across a video of elephants doing tricks that display their intelligence. Jaw dropping at the video, you decide to send it to Dick.
Y/N: Check this out! He drew another elephant and even picked out his own food! Can you believe this? There’s really no other animals like elephants.
Minutes pass and Dick still hasn’t responded, the flow back and forth, coming to a halt. Rolling your eyes toward the ceiling, you quickly send him a message.
Y/N: I see how it is. You think you can make me shut up by not replying. Hmph.
Adding a few snide emojis along with the text, you send it off. Continuing to scroll through your feed, you know that it’s entirely possible Dick wasn’t responding due to patrol, yet the urge to tease him was just too easy! He’d set the whole conversation up for this by constantly trying to get you to go to bed. Doing a few random quizzes online, you relax in the comfort and almost quiet peacefulness of your apartment, the only sound being the fan on low in the corner.
Fwhoop! Dropping your phone at the clattering noise outside your window, a scream emits from your throat before you can stop it. The window slides open and Dick, dressed in his Nightwing uniform, pokes his head in. “GO TO SLEEP! How many times do I have to tell you?” Slipping through the window, he approaches the bed with his arms crossed over his chest and pursed lips.
Hand resting over your heart, you glare at him. “You little devil! What the fuck was that?! You scared the fuck out of me.” Hitting him with the pillow beside you, the previous frown upon your face steadily turns into a smile. You can’t stay mad at Dick; it’s impossible.
“You stubbed your toe, you’re not dying” | Jason Todd x Reader
“Ah, son of a bitch!” You heard the scream from your second story bedroom on the other side of the manor. You ran as soon as you could to find your adoptive brother Jason on the ground groaning and grasping for his ankle.
“What the hell happened?” you panicked, kneeling down to help him.
“I stubbed my toe on the coffee table,” he said through gritted teeth, tears on the brink of falling down his face.
You stopped everything you were doing. Your eyebrow raised with disappointment at the smallest inconvenience your brother caused you. “You can’t be serious?”
“Yes, I’m serious,” Jason spat, “Can you get the first aid kit, please?”
“Jason, you stubbed your toe, you’re not dying,” you rolled your eyes rising from your spot on the floor. “You’ve had gunshot wounds worse than this, now you want to be a baby over a stubbed toe,” you scoffed before returning to your room.
“Y/N! Please, help me!”
“Jason, you’re fine, stop crying,” you shouted before slamming your bedroom door.
