Clark had always been strict with his morals. he knew what was wrong and right and tried very hard not to stray from that path. he wouldn’t even kill a spider in his room, simply letting it out the window and onto a tree. i guess you could say he was a goody two shoes.
He’s been used to girls fawning over him but he never paid much attention. he feared what would happen if someone noticed his inhuman like abilities. or what if he got too excited kissing someone and he accidentally lasered their eyes out?
Clark kept to himself and never tried to date. it was as if he was uninterested in it entirely.
you took this as a challenge though. you met him at the daily planet, around end of March. you were a cute little thing, almost 5’11, his ideal height for a girlfriend. he loved the tall girls as he himself was almost 6’6.
dressed in pink and white skimpy outfits, heels that could break someone’s neck, and a glare comparable to his heat vision. everything about you made him nervous. he couldn’t figure out why you had this effect on him, but he knew he needed to stay away from you. before he broke his own rules.
you always said hai to him and batted your lashes in a way that would make his cheeks flush and his dick twitch is his oh so cute slacks!
he couldn’t seem to get away from the overwhelming smell of your vanilla cupcake perfume and the slight smell of arousal that came from you everytime he was around.
it was like you were his own personal nightmare.
it took around 3 month for him to crack, for him to finally say yes to your dates that always had an innuendo to them. he couldn’t tell though, he thought maybe if he went on a date with you that it would end his torment. but he was so wrong.
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“wait, p-please slow down! fuck-i can’t take it!!“ he moaned out, forehead slick with sweat. you had Clark undressed , with only his tie and white socks on. he looked so cute and innocent like this.
you were riding him, your cunt gripping him like a vice. you could feel his balls hitting your ass as you bounced up and down, the feeling only spurring you on more.
his heels were digging into the mattress of the shitty motel room you dragged him to. with each movement of your hips he seemed to slide down further on the bed, but your feet kept him grounded there, making sure he didn’t fall.
“i can’t, bunny please! f-fuck needyouneedyou” he whimpered out through moans, his hands trying to lift you off of him. you moved your hand to rest on his neck, your perfectly manicured claws forcing him to lay back down. he didn’t notice the strange amount of strength you had, nor the way your eyes flashed white for a second. “stop trying to run from me clarkie! jus-oh god, take it like a good boy. i know you can.”
the smile you gave him seemed almost sinister, as you sped up and kept him down. he cried out, hopelessly trying to pry you off him and keep you close all at the same time. you leaned down and licked the sheen off his chest, taking your time over his pink raw nipples.
his tongue lolled out his mouth, eyes glazing over and body getting increasingly more and more warm. your hand reached down to grip his balls in grip almost painful to him, tugging and massaging as he writhed underneath you. moaning out pleas that fell on deaf ears, he came inside of you, plugging you up nice and full.
he thought you’d finally stop, he’d already came 3 times and he was sure he had nothing left in him, but you leaned down, muffling his moans that slowly turned into wails. “waitwait! i came, mmm pl-please i can’t! it hurts! gimme a break, jus 5 minutes!” the overstimulation had him turning dumb. mind fuzzy in ways that only he knew kryptonite could do. it was almost supernatural.
you pulled him up into a sitting position, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him closer, you kept fucking him deeper and deeper inside of you, chasing your own release. your hands were surely leaving dents in his back with how sharp your nails were.
shaking and spasming, you looked at him with blown pupils and a wicked smile, staring him in the eyes before you bite into his neck as you came all over him.
he was scared, understandably, as no one usually was able to penetrate his skin, but that was taken over by the immense amount of pleasure he felt after the bite. the slight warmth as you let go and kept grinding yourself down on him, overstimulating yourself. he looked down at were you were connected and saw the creamy white ring around his cock, dripping down his balls. he finally came for the last time with a dying out moan as he blacked out.
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when he finally came to, he was back in his apartment, in a nice robe clean and perfectly manicured, as if last night never happened. the only indication that it did? the mark on his neck and the note you left for him.
“i enjoyed last night, ill see you at work superboy! oh, and make sure to cover up that bite, don’t want anyone asking questions do you?”
Let's Marvin Gaye and Get It On - DCEU! Clark Kent x Reader
A/N: sorry this idea got stuck in my head and I had to let it out.
pairing: DCEU! Clark Kent x fem!reader
warnings/content: p in v, creampie, breeding kink if you squint, softdom! clark
word count: 1.4k
You and Clark spent your evening the way you spent most evenings - sitting on the couch together watching television, often you choosing to catch up on Love Island or Below Deck while Clark happily sits with you, watching the baseball game on his phone, scrolling through news stories. It’s quiet and uneventful, but it’s routine, and neither of you seemed to mind usually, but tonight, tonight was different.
Clark had been working late the past few days on a story, writing and revising and editing, piles of discarded paper tossed about the floor of his office at home, his neat, masculine writing scratched out or scribbled over on all of them. He always preferred to handwrite his notes for a story and refer to them again as he typed the final draft - “call me old-fashioned,” he’d always said. He’d been running himself into the ground trying to finish what he was working on, and you could tell the stress was getting to him as he began to withdraw from you. He’d grown quieter, becoming less and less of a conversationalist as the week went on, the normal fiery passion behind his kisses sizzling out to just sweet, soft pecks on the cheek here and there with a hollow, emptiness to them. Not wanting Clark or your relationship to suffer further, you devised a plan.
As your show ended, your lips curled up into a grin, eyes watching Clark’s reaction to his phone to gauge when to put your plan into motion. You could hear a commercial come on during a break in the game, the sounds of a sales pitch for beers blaring through the small speaker built into his phone. Clark huffed a sigh and set the phone down before turning to look at you. He caught a glimpse of the smirk that you were now sporting, and cocked his eyebrow in response.
“You ok, baby? You’re looking at me…differently,” He started.
You slowly straddled Clark’s hips, lowering yourself into his lap as you rested your arms on his shoulders, smiling sweetly at him. The hem of your skirt lifted up as you sat, revealing your lack of undergarments. It always seemed to turn Clark on to see you like this, a tiny skirt with no barrier between his hand and your core. He loved teasing you normally - he liked the reaction he got, watching you squirm and struggle with keeping it to yourself whenever you went out together.
“You seem tense, sweetheart,” you purred, nodding your head as your finger traced his jawline slowly.
You watched as Clark swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he gulped. His icy blue eyes never left you as you settled yourself onto his thighs, your hands dragging their way lazily down his torso, the flannel material of his button up shirt grazing against the pads of your fingers. He stared at you with newfound intensity, watching as your hands slipped the buttons of his shirt open one at time with ease. You began slliding the material back off his shoulders slightly, just enough to expose his skin, the dark curls of hair on his chest now very clearly visible, tapering off before trailing down his stomach to the waistline of his jeans.You drifted your touch down to his belt, undoing the metal buckle slowly, dragging your actions out to see how far you could push Clark.
“Honey, you’re driving me crazy right now, you know that?”
His voice was soft and sweet, yet a hint of dominance lingered as he spoke, his lips just barely away from your ear, his warm breath against your earlobe was enough to set your skin alight with passion, a tingling sensation overcoming you from head to toe as you tugged on his belt, freeing it from his jeans before letting the buckle clatter to the floor. You hummed as you undid his jeans, smirking at him innocently as your eyes met his. His normally cheerfully bright blue eyes had darkened, now full of lust and wanting as he watched your every move.
You got up from his lap just enough to tug his bottoms down, letting them pool around his ankles. Your eyes drifted to the sight of his cock. No matter how many times you’d seen it over the course of your relationship, you couldn’t help but be taken slightly aback by its sheer size - thicker and longer than you’d expected the first time you’d slept with him, but even now at the thousandth time seeing it, you found yourself wearing the same proud yet intimidated smirk as you took in the sight of it. You licked your lips before taking your spot back on his lap. This time however, you sat back slightly, resting your body onto his thighs to tease him.
Clark tutted before grabbing you by the hips and swiftly pulling you on top of his lap, thrusting his hardened cock into you. His hand gripped your hair, giving it a gentle tug to bring your gaze on to him. You let out a soft gasp, caught off guard by Clark’s sudden dominance. You loved when he took charge, but it happened so infrequently that when it did occur, you were always surprised. Clark was typically, very much an equality champion when it came to sex - you both had the same level of control and say in everything, which you did appreciate, most of the time. He smirked at the sound of your gasp, leaning in to whisper into your ear, his cock remaining inside you, though his hips refusing to move an inch for you.
“You wanted to keep my cock warm for me? That’s sweet of you, honey,” He teased, his voice rasping at you as he spoke.
“Clark, baby,” you whined, grinding your hips into his as you tried to urge him to thrust again, “Need you.”
“Need me to do what, sweetheart?” He grunted, trying to resist the urge to thrust into you, wanting to tease you a little longer.
“Need you to fuck me, please?” You begged, nodding your head.
Clark gave you a devilish smile as he began bucking his hips upwards into your core, his hands holding you in place by your hips as he fucked into you. You began melting into his touch, your thighs quivering as you felt him thrusting into you harder and faster with each movement. Your hands found their way onto his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as you steadied yourself. You felt Clark growl your name into your ear before taking your earlobe between his teeth and giving it a gentle tug.
“You like feeling me fill you up, don’t you baby?”
A loud whine escaped your lips as you bounced up and down on Clark’s cock, feeling your muscles tense up and tighten around him. Clark let out a strangled moan, saying your name as if it was a spoken prayer, worshipping your every feature, every movement as you brought him closer and closer to the edge.
“Taking me so well, honey, being such a good girl, taking all of me.”
You threw your head back as you felt him thrust harder into your spot, making you see stars with every move he made, his movements becoming less calculated, less reformed, his hips stuttering as he hit his orgasm. Your muscles gripped his cock tightly, clenching onto him as he filled you, your own orgasm following suit. As you rode it out, you felt Clark give a few slow thrusts of his hips forwards. You stood up on trembling legs, feeling everything Clark had just given you drip down your leg. He smirked up at you from his seat on the couch, dragging his finger through it before shoving two thick fingers back inside of your throbbing pussy. You let out a loud, almost pornographic sounding moan as he fucked his fingers into you.
“You like that, honey? Like when I push it back into that sweet pussy of yours?” He teased before pulling his hand away.
A trembling, quivering mess, you took your seat beside Clark back, sitting down on the couch. Clark gave you a lopsided smile as he turned to face you, nodding his head.
“I’m less stressed out now, if that was your whole plan,” he said matter-of-factly.
“How did you know?”
“Baby, did you forget I’m a journalist? I have sources,” he grinned, leaning in to kiss her on the cheek.
(Bruce Wayne x Reader, Batmom!Reader x Dick Grayson)
*EDITED*
Word count: 3,322
Synopsis: Dick Grayson loves it here at the manor. His new mom and dad always make him happy and his new mom always gives him snuggles, but what happens when he lets the words and opinions of others jeopardize his happiness.
Warnings: Angst, Lots of angst, self-doubt, self insecurities, fake friendships, MAJOR bruce and Dick fluff to make up for the angst lol
(*A/N: Sorry for the late update its been sooooooo long, This story took me forever to complete because while I was first writing it i was in love with the plot and I had so many ideas but halfway through I was so discouraged in my writing and gave up. I came back to the story tweaking it and while editing it I came up with more ideas and knew even if I didn't like how I wrote the story I wanted to post more Batmom!reader again. So bare with me with the shitty writing lol I hope you guys like it <3 but I want to write more of Al Ghul!reader one-shots so leave ideas in the asks please :)))) btw more stuff will be added in the master lists!! Coming soon ya’ll promise <3) if some don’t know this story is inspired by a piece of fan art i posted! Unfortunately i dont know the artist but please, please, please if any of you do please msg me and let me know so i could leave credits ;))
Dick Grayson was the happiest boy alive. He thinks it’s because of all the cookies he gets from Alfred.....Oh! Oh! AND AND all the snuggles he gets from his new mom and dad.
His new Mom and Dad. It was hard for him to call you and Bruce that but, you both made him feel better with your words and love you showed to him. He remembers when he called you mom for the first time, he remembers the look on your face and the bad feeling in his tummy when he felt happy about giving you that title.
But he also remembers running away and hiding from you. Becoming so consumed of guilt and crying for hours in his room. You ran after him after a while and told him all the things that made him feel better.
“Calling me your mom dickie does not mean you're forgetting your mother. I know I didn’t personally know Mary honey, but I know that she was an extraordinary woman.”
“You want to know why?”
“why?” he remembers asking with pouting lips and teary eyes. “because she raised the most brave, smart, and most kindest boy I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. You don't understand how happy I am that you would ever call me mom, but I want you to know that there is nothing to feel guilty about or sad about, I know your mother would be happy that you’ve found people who care and love you as much as your father and she did. I love you baby.”
He remembered feeling like a weight being lifted off his shoulders after your guy’s talk.
He didn't feel guilt consume his tummy when he called you mom anymore and that made him feel a lot better. He also remembers the first time he called Bruce dad, he never seen the man smile harder in his life! It was so COOL! Bruce even took him out for ice cream TWICE that week! You weren’t too happy about that though...... But disregarding that! Dick Grayson was a very very happy boy and it would take a lot to bring down his mood.
If only he knew what would happen when he went to school tomorrow.
Dick was having such a good dream. Alfred was feeding him all his favorite foods and deserts and his Mom was telling him nothing! It was heaven. Just as he was about to eat into another chocolate cake he feels his body being stirred awake, and just like that, his own paradise was gone and he opened his eyes to see you.
“Honey it’s time to wake up.” he heard you say. He groaned and turned over on his stomach hoping that if he ignores you you’ll let him stay home.
Just as he was gonna throw his cover over his eyes he hears you yell “Oh no you don’t mister!” and tortures him with tickles.
“No! ah ha No!” *giggle*
“MOM!! St-” *giggle*
“OKAY OKAY!” you stop your onslaught attack on him and instead choose to sit on the ground by his bed and laugh at him watching him catch his breath. He lets out a deep sigh and turns on his side to see you looking at him with those eyes. He immediately wants to go back to sleep. “Time to get ready honey. School time!”
“UGHHH I don't want toooo!” he looks up at you with a pouty lip and faking his obviously phony tears “Can I please stay home mommy?” You let out a sigh and crouch down by his bed. Oh YEAH! It worked.
He definitely didn’t think it would.
“No.” he doesn't even have the chance to let out a gasp before his cover is being thrown off and he's in your arms in the air. He screaming and laughing, mostly complaining all the way down the stairs to kitchen where Alfred and Bruce are eating breakfast watching in amusement at his torture.
You sit him down on the chair and kiss his cheek, even though he tries to dodge it and ruffle his hair. He watches you walk over to Dad and kiss his cheek and sit down digging into your breakfast.
Looking back in forth between the two of you and his dad he knew he couldn't let the topic of him staying home today go. He has to try ask Dad. He slowly gets off his chair and walks over to his chair. He notices his your eyes following him as he goes. “Dad” he looks at Bruce with that adorable face that he knows he has. You told him so.
Bruce peers down at him over the newspaper “What’s up chum?” he puts down his newspaper and Dick knows he’s got him. “I want to stay home today.”
“Oh yeah? Why's that?”
“Well... If I stay home today then Alfred won’t have to pick me up from school, Instead Al could finally watch all his soaps on time!”
“Master Dick!” ignoring Alfred’s embarrassed outburst “And I can keep mom company here so she isn't all alone while you got to work at WE” Dick knows his reasons are 110% reasonable, he knows his dad will say yes. The smug expression is clear on his face and it almost hurts Bruce to watch it fall almost.
“No.”
Dick swears he can hear an explosion going off five miles from here because WHAT!
The shock is clear on his face because he hears his mom giggling. He whips his head towards you and gapes “MOM! stop laughing!” he can see your body shaking with laughter as you try to hide it.
His attention is taken off of you when Bruce smooths his hair down and tilts his head towards him. “You can’t stay home bud.”
The world just ended he swears by it.
“But why though?” he knows he’s being whiny but come on!
Bruce laughs at his obvious whiny tone and looks at you with a smile before turning back to face him. With a sympathetic look on his face he bends down to whisper something to Dick like he’s telling him a secret.
“You know I would let you stay home if it wasn't for your mother” a cough interrupts their conversation and they both turn to see you glaring at Bruce with a blank expression on your face.
Ahhh dad’s in trouble. Dad clears his throat and tries to smile at you and you just rolls your eyes and look at him. “And anyway hun I’m not going to be staying home today.”
“Well, where are you going?” He asks confused, his mom almost never busy to hang out with him for entire day unless.......Oh. Oh, no, no, no!
“I’m going to work honey.”
Dick knows the sadness on his face is evident because Bruce lays his hand on his back softly. “Yeah I'm having a meeting with the owners of the Gotham Theatre! They want me to help draw up some plans for a complete renovation. Doesn’t that sound exciting?”
You get really excited when you get these architect jobs (took me a while to learn how to say that word)
You spend weeks drawing plans on that cool blue paper and creating sick model buildings on the computer in your study. Though he thinks it’s cool Dick doesn't really like when you get jobs because your always to busy to hangout with him, and between Dad going out all night for hours doing vigilante work (that he still won’t let me go out with him even though I know I'm ready!)
When you have a job you’re focused on Dick knows he won't see you for hours that day.
“Sweetheart” You said sympathetically. You definitely noticed his face. You set your fork down on your plate and reached for his arms pulling him to your chest.
“I know when I get jobs I get distracted with my work and trying to make it perfect but I promise you I'll manage my time better, okay?” Dick smiled at you because he knows that you’ll go through with it. “And all of us are going to a Gala this evening so I'll pick you up from school. Okay?” Dick could feel Dad’s eye roll from here. He hates those things, Dick particularly doesn't mind them! Especially because you like to brag about him and cmon, who doesn't love that!
“Now that's over, I think someone needs to brush their teeth” you with a smile.
You’re right Dick thinks.
“Yeah Dad I wasn’t going to say anything but...” The loud giggles you two shared at Bruce’s annoyed face had Dick smiling the whole breakfast.
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Driving to school with Alfred is always one of the best parts of Dick’s morning. He has this thing where he knows once he starts talking he can't really stop and he loves when Alfred gives him those small but big worded answers in his British accent.
It really just eggs him on.
“I mean I definitely don’t mind being Sasha’s friend and everything, but one of my bestest friends; Micheal doesn't like Sasha and I don't want him to be mad when he sees me hanging out with her at lunch.” he explains to Alfred.
“Sounds like you have yourself stuck in a difficult position Master Dick”
“I know, it’s so exhausting” It really is.
“Oh yes, very strenuous work you endure.”
“Totally Al.” Dick definitely doesn't know what strenuous means, he’ll ask you about it later.
Pulling up to school Dick sees his friends Micheal and Sean waiting for him by the entrance. “Goodbye Master Dick I wish you a good day.” Running out of the car and runing to his friends. Dick stops and quickly runs back to the car and peaks his head back in, “Bye Al! have a good day!” and closes it.
Running up to his friends he can't help but notice them whispering to themselves while laughing. Though once Dick comes into view, they hurriedly stop whispering into each others ears. That uncomfortable feeling in his stomach starts brewing. “Hey! Guys what’s up?” he asks smiling.
“Hey, Dick we were just talking about the Gala.... our parents have us going to tonight” his friend Sean says.
“Oh yeah, my mom was talking to me about it today.”
“Oh your mom huh?” snickers broke out between the two of them.
Whats so funny?
“yeah my mom.” he says while staring Micheal. It seems like their staring contest with each other had gone on too long because Sean mentions class starting soon.
Walking into school with his friends was definitely awkward. They finally made it to Mrs. Ortiz’s classroom and sit down in their seats. Dick has never been more grateful for assigned seating more than today, he definitely didn't want to be by either of them at that moment.
Mrs. Ortiz’s insistent need to call role everyday is annoying but whatever, it’s her class. “Shayla Valdez?”
“Here!”
“Richard John Wayne?”
“Here!”
Once Dick brings down his hand he hear puffs of laughter and snickers breaking out behind him. Swiveling his head around to see Micheal and Sean whispering with another group of boys while looking at him.
Dick feels his jaw clench and his skin grow hot. Turning his head back to the front he tries to get through the class while fuming in his seat. He definitely should of stayed home.
While walking down the hall to his next period Dick overhears Michael and Sean talking behind the corner with some other kid from his class. Slowing down his speed Dick hides behind the corner and decides to listen to their conversation
“He should feel grateful!” He hears Michael speak with a nasty tone.
“What do you mean grateful Mike?” A voice he recognizes as Bryan speaks
“Living with Bruce and Y/N Wayne! You idiots, gods I feel bad for them. Taking in that charity case.”
Charity case? Dick felt his stomach drop.
No, no, no, you and Bruce didn’t adopt him because they felt bad. They didn't adopt him out of pity. Right?
Dick didn’t have much time to think about it before his friends started speaking again. “My mom was telling me that the only reason they adopted Dick was for the publicity. Oh woah me! My parents died, I need a new home! Please take care of me! The press eats it up and obviously Mr and Mrs. Wayne just use him because-” Dick didn't stick around for the rest. Feeling a stinging in his eyes.
Stop crying!
Stop being a baby!
He kept telling himself. Trying to swallow the lump that had formed in his throat. Dick could hear their laughs echoing of the hallways as he made his way quickly into his next class the long way, anything to avoid passing by them.
He just wanted go home.
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Once school ended Dick was sitting down on the bench waiting for you and he can't help but let the words of his friends consume his mind while waiting for you to show up.
Am I a charity case? A publicity stunt? I mean it would make sense. A rich couple taking in a sad little orphan. Probably got them a lot of praise from the public. No, no, Dick, Y/N and Bruce are your Mom and Dad.
They love you and they don't feel that way.
They don't.
Unfortunately the feeling in his stomach didn't go away. The hurtful words from his friends earlier definitely affected his mood. So much so that when he saw your car come to view he couldn't help but feel sad all over again. It can't be all fake. Can it?
Getting into the car you definitely noticed something was wrong. “Hi baby! How was school?” you happily asked, turning your body around to see him.
Dick tried to smile he really did. “It was good mom”
He saw the concern in your eyes start to build quickly at his unusual answer. The question you always asked when you pick him up always sent Dick into a long rant about everything he did at school, all the things he learned, and who he talked too. Yeah, Dick didn't know how he was going to get away with this.
It was your favorite part of your day-listening to him talk about his. Then later at dinner when Dick told Bruce all about his day. So when he didn't go on his normal but adorable recount of his day, you could say you were instantly worried.
“You alright honey?” you ask hoping for a truthful answer this time.
“Im fine..Y/N” You know the shock was clear on your face and instant glaze clouding your eyes was obvious. Taking in a deep breath you silently nodded and drove the both of you home.
Dick knew he messed up when he called you Y/N instead of mom, its just if it was all fake you obviously wouldn't mind. He kept telling himself but a small part of him in that moment wanted to hurt you.
But the look on your face when he called you Y/N instead of mom would be something that would stay with him forever.
The way your face completely turned expressionless and you just nodded at him. Not yelled, or cried. You just nodded. Like it hurt too much to say anything. Dick just sat silently the entire ride home, fighting back tears and feeling the guilt almost swallow him whole.
Once you stopped the car and he saw you let out a sigh. And look up at him in your rearview, he bolted. Running out the car and towards the manor he headed straight to his room, ignoring your calls for him to come back.
He ran past Bruce, barley hearing him ask what was wrong.
Running up the stairs and slamming the door Dick flopped on his bed and cried. Cried because he was hurting and crying because he knew he hurt his mom.
Dick doesn't know how long he was crying for, hours? or merely minutes. But it felt like he was there in his room sobbing for a long time.
A knock at his door stops the thoughts running wild and knew for a fact it wasn’t you. That thought alone hurt him.
You always knock twice and then Dick always answers. No, it wasn't you behind that door. Further proving he hurt your feelings so bad that you didn't even want to see him.
He’s the worst kid ever.
“Dick? Can I come in?”
Bruce?
Oh no, Bruce was probably angry at him. Bruce is always angry at anybody who upsets you, he's seen it with crazy reporters to mean rich women at galas. The way he uses his batman stance and scary stare, Dick doesn't want him look at him like that. he doesn't think he can handle it. But he cant just leave him outside his door. He doesn't want another one of his parents to be sad because of him.
“Yeah...you could come in” he says in a small voice.
The door opens and he sees Bruce’s head pop in catching his eyes. Dick feels like his heart is going to beat out of his chest because of how nervous he is.
Approaching his bed Dick could see Bruce is nervous. Not as nervous as him but nervous.
It seems like Bruce could sense his unease because he gives Dick a gentle smile and and brings him into a hug.
Dick could feel the tension leave his shoulders and the nerves leave his body as he slumps into Bruce’s arms. He feels an instant set of tears building up and lets them trail silently down his cheeks.
It’s like Bruce already knew what crisis was going through his mind moments before “The reason your mom isn’t in here isn't because she's mad, okay? We want you to know that.”
Dick just nods into Bruces arms, hoping that's enough of an answer for him.
“We just want to know whats wrong? Can you tell me?” Bruce asks concerned.
Dick feels like those are such loaded questions. Can you tell me? Whats wrong? What does Dick even say? He’s sad because he heard his friends talk about how you and Bruce just use him as a publicity stunt and you don't really love him and he can't help but believe it? Yeah, that makes total sense. Bruce would probably just think he’s a crybaby. Or even worse, it be true and he can’t even give Dick any reassurance.
Yeah, so much worse.
His silence to Bruces question must have gone on too long because he feels himself being taken out of the embrace and sees Bruce kneeling on the ground in-front of him. Looking up at him with no more nervousness as before but a determined a gentle face. A face that Dick knows means Bruce is going to stay here until Dick tells him whats wrong. “Whats wrong Dick? I know your mother is usually the one that consoles but if anything, you could always talk to me.”
Maybe it’s the fact that Dick has stopped his crying, but he decides to tell Bruce what happened.
Clearing his throat trying to speak without the obvious sadness peeking through,”Today at school I heard some of my......friends talking” he says peering up at Bruce’s face.
He nods at Dick asking him to continue.”They.....they were saying that the reason you and Y/N adopted me was because—”
“because what chum?”
“because of publicity.”
They could hear a pin drop because of the sudden silence that spread between them. Bruce look like a fish out of water, opening and closing his mouth trying to think of something to say. It made Dick nervous because what if it was actually true and Dick caught him in the act?
No, he couldn't handle that being the truth. He needs Bruce to tell him that's not it.
Bruce has finally regained his ability to speak back because he softly but firmly grabs Dick’s face in his hands and looks him in the eye.
“I have never. Ever had the intention of adopting you because of the good publicity it may have received Dick. Your mother and I never adopted you or chose to take you in out of pity, good publicity, or charity. We adopted you because I knew what it was like.”
Dick is crying now and can feel them trailing down his cheeks. The relief he feels is all consuming. He almost hits himself out of anger for even thinking it was true. Thinking that you and Bruce could EVER do that to him or be that kind of people.
“You knew what is was like?”
Bruce smiles at him wiping the tears of his face, “The pain of loosing your parents is something we have in common kid. I adopted you because I knew what you needed. I knew the path you would have taken if Y/N or me weren't there. You would’ve ended up like me. I need you to understand that it wasn't out of pity or charity. Y/N and I love you. We love you so much. Your mother will tell you the same thing when you tell her what’s wrong. Okay?”
Dicks almost inconsolable at this point nods his head and smiles, before he feels guilt. Guilt for assuming and possibly insulting Bruce and you. And before he can even open his mouth to give an apology, Bruce just shakes his head and whispers it’s all right. Rubbing his back he whispers you have nothing to apologize for to me. Okay?
They spend the rest of the afternoon there, just sitting in each others presence. All the talking and explanations have been done and finished with and now they were just sitting together feeling each others comfort.
Dick knows he’ll have to speak to you soon and apologize for running out the car leaving you sad. But for right now he feels content with Bruce’s words and knows that he has nothing to be scared of. Because you and Bruce are his Mom and Dad.
Nothing will ever change that. Especially not some immature, jealous, fake friendly rich boys. Dick really needs to find some new friends once he gets back to school.
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Hopefully Sasha!?
AHHHHHHH I hope you all enjoyed!!! i’m so glad i finally got this story out, it feels like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders <3 love you all lots!!
Feedback is appreciated!
Notes: My goal is to make the reader character (who will be called Lone Wolf instead of y/n) as neutral and ambiguous as possible. If I mess up and use any descriptors etc please let me know so I can fix it.
Pairing(s): Clark Kent/Superman (Cavill) x gn!werewolf!reader, mentions of Clark x Lois
Warning(s): Werewolves (not compliant to werewolves in DC canon and based on my own version of werewolves), kind of long
Superman was a few miles outside of Metropolis, returning from chasing down some bank robbers and handing them over to the police. He made sure to check below him occasionally while he flew towards the city.
He was eager to go see Lois, maybe he could make it up to her for being late for dinner. He knew she was getting frustrated that all of their dates were either getting canceled or cut short but she was trying to be understanding that he had obligations as Superman.
Suddenly he noticed a flash of white moving impossibly fast towards the city. Deciding to investigate, Clark landed in a patch of trees, hoping the delay wouldn't take too long. But those hopes were forgotten as he realized what exactly he was looking at.
A wolf. A very big wolf. It was just standing there now, staring at him with wide eyes. Ears and tail held high and straight and even the wolf's legs were rigid. But it wasn't the defensive stance or even the size of the wolf that caught Clark's attention. This wolf looked like none he'd ever seen.
On top of being at least 3' tall, the wolf was almost entirely white with the exception of its ears which were a silver shade. And its eyes, eyes that Clark could hardly look away from, were red. Whether they were actually glowing or just appeared that way in the moonlight he wasn't sure.
Clark snapped out of his daze and took a deliberate step towards the wolf. This movement was met with a low, warning growl.
"Easy now. I trust you don't mean any trouble to the city or the people who live there. As long as that is the case, you've nothing to worry about from me." He said, one hand held out to show he was no threat to the wolf so long as they did not attack.
The way the wolf shook its head to indicate it had no intention of hurting anyone, let Clark know that there was, in fact, a person behind those startling red eyes. The wolf cautiously stepped forward and sniffed Clark's hand, bumping it once with its head before turning and fleeing. Again it moved at a speed that he knew was impossible for a regular wolf.
Clark decided to give them a moment so they could shift back to their human form without running the risk of him seeing. He would respect their right to their secret identity, as he protects his own so fiercely.
'Well at least I'll have an interesting story to tell Lois.' Clark thought to himself, taking back to the air after a few minutes.
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1 month later
"I still can't believe you sniffed Superman's hand!" Fiona, Lone Wolf's best friend, giggled while they busily prepared their catering office for the interview they had later.
"It's been a month, Fi! You've been saying that every day since." Lone Wolf responded in mock exasperation.
A month. They had been in Metropolis for over six months but their catering business has only been open for four weeks exactly. They were also a food reviewer, which they had been doing for years now. But their dream had always been catering so when they went into the business with their best friend they merely laughed and rolled their eyes at all the Phoebe and Monica jokes Fiona made.
"Well, yeah! You sniffed Superman!" Fiona retorted. "I mean he literally just saved the world from an invasion of his own people almost 2 months ago!"
"Can we please focus on making sure everything is perfect before the reporter from the Daily Planet gets here?" Lone Wolf huffed, fighting back a grin at Fiona's excitement. "And after they leave we still have to send a menu for approval to the Edmonstone wedding, a follow-up with the Chrichtons and I need to edit and post my review of that bakery in Gotham. Not to mention stocking up for the full moon in a couple of days."
"Who do you think they're going to send for the interview anyway?" Fiona asked, waving away the list of tasks. "I hope it's Lois Lane! She's absolutely gorgeous...I'd probably pass out. Or ask her to marry me as soon as I see her, like a psycho."
"You are psycho, Fi." Lone Wolf teased, rolling their eyes when Fiona stuck her tongue out at them. "Besides, I doubt the Daily Planet would send someone like Lois Lane to interview a new catering business."
"Oh, please! We've been open for a month and business has been booming! We already have a waiting list for crying out loud. People love your food, plus your review blog has made you kind of famous."
"Business is doing so well because your godfather, the mayor, hired us and has been referring us to everyone. And it's February." Lone Wolf countered. Before Fiona could argue, they heard the chime from the entrance, letting them know someone had come in.
"Hi, I'm from the Daily Planet. I'm here for an interview. My name is Clark Kent." Lone Wolf set the sample plate down on the table and turned to face the voice. As they did a familiar smell struck them.
Lone Wolf fought to maintain composure as they went to shake hands with the reporter. Discreetly taking in his scent again, confirmed to Lone Wolf what most of the world did not know.
WARNINGS: BE ADVISED, DEFINITE SPOILERS FOR THE BLACK ADAM MOVIE.
A/N: Reader's gender is assumed neutral :> (credit for the SFW prompt goes to Jschqtt right here on Tumblr!)
Teth-Adam:
A: Affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show they care?)
Teth-Adam is very reserved and as a result he chooses to show his affection in more subtle ways towards his partner. For one he'll try to do anything you ask of him, keyword try. He'll give you anything you could want around the world even if it causes him the slightest altercation. Because in his head, anything you want you will have.
He's definitely someone you have to pay attention to if you want to see his affectionate side.
B: Beauty (what do they admire about their s/o? what do they think is beautiful about them?)
If you're in a relationship with Teth-Adam then you have to be one patient bastard, and for that it would mean more to him than you could ever know. He admires the more shy, quiet people, but ones who aren't afraid to be themselves and speak their mind.
Also if you're unafraid to step up to him despite his immense power, then.. you definitely have his attention.
C: Cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)
Teth-Adam is unfamiliar with the terminology, he simply just chooses to call it love and leave it at that. He adores it though, something about cuddling makes him feel at peace in a world he's still getting used to. It makes him feel like he belongs.
He's a light cuddler though, simply pressed to your body with a strong hand pressed against your stomach, cuddling with Teth-Adam feels like protection, it feels like peace.
D: Domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they with cooking and cleaning?)
Uh.
Teth-Adam has immense knowledge perhaps but no practical application to back it up. He cannot cook to save himself but I do believe he could learn if his partner wanted him to.
And with cleaning... Uh.
Like Cyclone, he tries to... Contain his messes. For you. You just have to uhh... Help him a little.
E: Ending (if they had to break up with their s/o, how would they do it?)
A part of Teth-Adam feels as though he doesn't deserve the relationship he has with you, so if he does break up with you it'd be along with that reasoning.
He tries to let you down gently and to his credit he is nothing if not considerate with how he gives you this news, he's honest and truthful the entire way.
F: Fiancé (how do they feel about commitment? how fast do they want to get married?)
He is definitely not in any rush to marry because he just has so much to get used to culturally, and just... In general. If you bring up the question he'll decline but it's not because he doesn't want to take that step, he just thinks he has many more to take before that one.
He definitely still thinks about his son and his wife back then and how they were killed. And he doesn't want you to befall the same fate as them.
G: Gentle (how gentle are they? physically and emotionally)
No matter who you are or how strong you are Teth-Adam will always feel the need to treat you like glass, he has power that rivals gods, he HAS to be gentle.
Emotionally speaking he is pretty bad at it at first, he's blunt and to the point and it can hurt. He's a bit rough around the edges.
H: Hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it, and what are they like?)
Although his hugs are seldom, whenever Teth-Adam hugs you it makes him seem so... Peaceful. As if his hands were made to hold you, and nothing else. As if that's all his body needs to do,
entwine with yours.
I: I love you (how fast would they say ‘i love you’?)
I can imagine it'd take him a rather long time to say the three words, and that's not because he doesn't want to, it's simply that his words are generally very affectionate and meaningful already that he kind of just forgot he could say the three words?
He knows he can say he loves you, but he'd rather be a bit poetic with his words, "I love you" isn't enough for him.
J: Jealousy (how jealous do they get? how do they act when they’re jealous?)
If you're in a relationship with him then that means he already trusts you an immense amount and so he rarely has a jealous streak. In the case that he does and he sees someone flirting with you or making advances, he isn't afraid to throw them to Antarctica if he has to.
He'd stare daggers into someone if he was jealous, but because of you he wouldn't take aggressive action unless absolutely necessary.
K: Kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they kiss their s/o, and where do they like to be kissed?)
Your neck and your shoulders, he's obsessed, there isn't a day where he doesn't want to just cancel everything and kiss down your neck and end at your shoulders. His kisses catch you by surprise but they're very pleasant.
For him, he just absolutely adores his cheek being kissed or his lips.
L: Little ones (how are they around kids? do they want kids?)
He's... Not the worst with kids but definitely far from the best. After the death of his son and making it to the modern world he's been rather guarded by kids. But without thinking he's absolutely prepared to protect them.
I don't imagine he wants kids.
M: Mornings (how are mornings spent with them?)
Mornings are spent with his heavy body seeking your warmth in the much too soft bedding the two of you usually wake up on.
Mornings are spent lazily eating in silence. Mornings are spent with Teth-Adam floating with you across dandelions and cityscapes.
Mornings with Teth-Adam are ones for the books.
N: Nights (how are nights spent with them?)
Stargazing and deep conversations, him carrying you no matter what and flying you over the city lights. Nights with him are ones that follow you to your dreams.
O: Open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
If you're in a relationship with him already that means he trusts you above anyone else alive. So he'd actually be quite open with you about himself, but it'd be a gradual vulnerability.
P: Patience (how easily do they get angry?)
I'd say he gets annoyed more than he actually gets angry. If it's you he can calm himself down rather quickly but for others it's a whole 'nother story.
Q: Quizzes (how much do they remember about their s/o? do they remember every detail, or do they forget everything?)
He remembers everything. The way you shift in your sleep against him, the way your eyes open and pupils dilate at the sight of him. He remembers everything about you and commits you to his memory.
R: Romantic (how romantic are they? do they go all out for dates, or do they prefer staying home?)
He doesn't mind staying home or going out, as long as it's with you he's content. Just from how he treats you is rather romantic, but a little awkward. Dates are rather simple with him, but they're so meaningful in their own way.
S: Security (how protective are they? how would they protect their s/o?)
Oh gosh. Do I even need to say? You're everything, if he has to protect you from buildings, bullets, missiles or planetary devastation he is going to do so without a second thought.
T: Try (how much effort would they put in? like dates and gifts?)
He'll get you whatever you want however he can, what you want will be yours and he doesn't care if he has to fight an army to get it for you.
U: Ugly (what are some bad habits of theirs?)
He tends to get stuck in his own head and prefers to do things alone, as a result communication is very hard for him as he does it very little sometimes.
And his sheer power and immediately aggressive inclination is definitely a hurdle.
V: Vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)
He does NOT care.
W: Whole (would they feel incomplete without their s/o?)
He feels so deeply that I think without you he would be lost, aimless. Resorting to his dreams in hopes of seeing you there.
X: Xtra (what’s a random hc for them?)
He REALLY loves dogs.
Y: Yuck (what are some things they wouldn’t like, in general?)
Bugs. Hates them.
Z: Zzz (do they snore? sleep talk? sleep walk?)
He's so quiet you'd honestly be a bit worried, unsure if he's even breathing. He does jitter a bit in his sleep though.
A/N: Yeah. Enjoy lmao. God damn I need to bite that vein -
Summary: title pretty much sums it up, y’know? You fucked up. Again. Colonel Flag has had enough.
Pairing: Rick Flag x f!reader
Word count: 3.7k
Warnings: swearing, SMUT 18+ ONLY - there’s no daddy here, only Colonel Flag. Use of Colonel/sir and soldier, authority kink, slight degradation, dom!Rick, rough unprotected p in v sex, masturbation (m receiving), oral sex (m receiving), attempted boot grinding, orgasm denial, cum shot on the ass, a couple of spanks. If I’ve forgotten anything, please let me know and I’ll add it!
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You never fucking listen. Why do you never fucking listen? You’re a pain in his fucking ass. Anything could have happened. You could’ve been injured, killed. And then what? He would have to haul your body home, if Waller even allowed it, and then what? He goes about his usual day pretending like he never felt this? Like the last few months weren’t real? Fuck you and your fucking attitude—
“A word.” He grits. “Now.”
Harley winces beside you, face creasing into a scrunch as her lips stop at your ear. “He’s mad-mad.”
You ignore her, eyes glued to Rick’s broad back as he turns and starts to march away. You knew he would be when you made that split second decision to dive for a group of enemies, Rick’s panicked voice all but screaming in your ear to hold position, to just fucking listen.
He’d been quiet with you ever since. He didn’t sit beside you on the jet, didn’t commend your work along with the others, didn’t even look at you.
“Shit.”
You have to jog to catch up to him, his long legs already carrying him down and around the winding corridors of Belle Reeve. He barely spares a glance over his shoulder when he hears your booted feet stumble behind him, and then he stops, all but ripping open his office door and gesturing for you to enter.
You eye the Colonel Flag stamped across the glass in neat gold lettering before stopping in the middle of the space, curiosity overriding your system. You’d never seen his office. You didn’t even know that he had one, but now that you think of it, of course he would. It’s neat, naturally. A place for everything, everything in its place.
Filing cabinets with contents you were sure were labelled and organised to absolute perfection, neatly stacked files on his desk - there’s not a lot of decoration besides a potted plant and a frame. It’s on his desk, facing his empty chair, and it piques your interest immediately, though you dare not move to touch it.
“Sit.”
The bite of a retort sits on your tongue. You’re not a fucking dog—but then his eyes are on you, swirling and burning with pure rage, practically daring you to open your mouth, and wisely, you decide to bite your tongue.
Slipping silently into the chair facing his desk, your hands fold in your lap, and you wet your lips to coat the sweet apology building in your mouth, “Rick—”
“Colonel Flag.”
Oh. Okay. Fuck.
“Colonel,” you correct instantly, swallowing around the sudden nervous lump in your throat.
Did you go too far? Was this something you couldn’t sweet talk your way out of? Did he feel you took advantage of his little soft spot for you? It wasn’t like that. You hoped he didn’t see it like that. Shit. You really fucking liked this guy, and here you were, pulling your classic bullshit moves and breaking something potentially special before it even had a chance to grow into anything.
“I don’t—”
He holds a hand up, palm facing you in a sickening demand for immediate silence and you shrink a little under the heavy waves of authority flowing from him, mouth snapping shut with the click of your teeth.
“I should kick your ass off the team and ship you back to Central City.”
Your face twists immediately, nose curling in disgust at the mention of your home city. He wouldn’t, would he? You’d told him how much you hated it there, once admitted in the careful cover of night that you felt truly, utterly alone there. That stupid red suited Road Runner kept the illegal fun to a minimum, you had no friends, no family. The stupid X-Y-Z-what-the-fuck-ever Task Force was all you had, and though your sentence had been up a few months ago, Waller was more than happy to keep your ass around to use as she pleased.
He watches the way your eyes dull and fall to his desk, a slight twinge of guilt tugging at his chest. Rolling his own eyes, he rubs the bridge of his nose with a heavy sigh.
“I won’t,” he mutters, “but I should.”
“I am sorry, Rick. I can make it up to you?” You coo suggestively with a flutter of your lashes, lips twitching into a devious little smirk when his eyes flash to you. You deflate instantly at his snort of harsh amusement.
“Is that how you think this is going to go? You open those legs and I’m meant to forget all the fucking bullshit you put me through?” His eyes narrow and you suddenly feel fucking ridiculous, shoulders curling in as his glare deepens.
Fucking shit. You’d pushed him too far. You should’ve known—even the most tolerant of men had their limits and you had cracked the ever patient Rick Flag. Slight panic flares in your chest, your fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs as you shift under his heavy scrutiny.
“Not much of a punishment for you, is it?”
A frown twitches between your brows and you glance up at him in question, the blunt edge of your nails catching over the rough fabric of your tac pants as you scratch the anxiety from your system.
“Is it?” He presses, voice curling into a low growl.
It’s immediate, automatic. “No, sir.”
“So what do I do?”
You adjust yourself on the soft padded cushion of the chair, nerves spiking your heart into an unsteady beat. It’s a clear question, but it’s a question that is clearly rhetorical and one that he does not want to be answered.
“You never fucking listen.” He continues, his own seat squeaking quietly as he reclines back into it. He dwarfs it, frame so broad and large in the pathetic excuse for a cheap office desk chair it’s almost laughable. You would laugh, if it wasn’t for the way his eyes narrow in on you with such a heavy air of authority it leaves you startlingly intimidated.
Of course he was intimidating. He was a leader. You’d seen him in action, seen the way he could snap the prison guards to attention and back off from dealing their shitty little remarks to the various members of the squad. You’d seen him interrogate someone in the field, hand curling into the fabric of their shirt and pushing them up against the wall with a ripple of trained muscle.
All you’ve known, though, all you’ve ever received, was Rick and his soft, openly warm gaze, his understanding, and his ever polite requests and instructions, despite you and the squad constantly pushing and pushing his buttons… but you’ve never been on the receiving end of Colonel Flag—
“Even now, you’re not fuckin’ listenin’.”
Your blink snaps your attention back instantly, a wave of shame rolling over your face. He’s definitely pissed. The twang of his accent comes through more when he’s angry. Shit. The apology is almost out, tongue rolling around the words, but once again, a palm raises in your direction and you find them dying out in your mouth.
Get your fucking head together—
“I hate what it fucking does to me.”
Well fuck. If your attention had been wandering before, it was going absolutely nowhere now. Tunnel vision, and he was at the end of it, in all of his broad, angry glory. It was automatic, both your mind and body curling around his suggestive words with a flare of heated interest.
You give it a moment, letting his words settle in the quiet room before blinking softly up at him from beneath your lashes. Your tone was complete innocence, naïve and soft. “What does it do?”
Of course he knows better; sees right through your sweet little act with sharp eagle eyes. You were many things but innocent was nowhere to be found on that extensive list and he absolutely knew it. He knew it better than anyone.
His eyes narrow, jaw tightening under the strain of his irritation as a sarcastic scoff sounds from his mouth. “As if you don’t know.”
You keep his gaze, heart thundering in your chest and beating against your rib cage as the tension in the room reaches a new high, the skin along your shoulders prickling from the authoritative energy rolling from him. You should fuck up more—
He moves. You don’t want to look away from the challenge swirling in his eyes, but your peripheral can’t help but notice when, and to where, his hands falls, strong gun roughened fingers plucking his zipped jacket up and out of the way, baring a delicious little slither of stomach before falling to the button holding his pants together.
Is this another challenge? A test? Where are you meant to look? Where does he want you to look? You swallow, teeth mashing in your determination to keep your gaze steady with his. His fingers are moving, your brain screaming at you to just look, only for a second, just to peak at what he’s doing—
The slow drag of a zipper in the quiet room rips a sharp exhale from your lungs, and you can’t help it, the temptation too fucking strong. Your eyes fall, mesmerised by the way his fingers move and dive beneath the rough material.
You’re not even sure what fucking sound you make when his hand finally frees his cock from the confines of his tac pants. You go to stand, hands landing on the arms of the chair to push your body from the seat, eager to get around the stupid fucking desk and straight into his lap—
“No. Stay there.”
The chair squeaks quietly under your weight when you let yourself fall back into it, a pathetic little whimper of disappointment falling from your throat as a frown works its way between your brows.
“But I—”
“No. You can sit there, shut up and watch.”
Jesus fucking Christ.
His brow arches, jaw tight.
“Yes, sir.” You breathe, sighing softly in relief when he nods once in silent approval.
His hand wraps around his stiff cock, and you can almost feel it along your own palm, velvety skin yielding and sliding over the solid flesh. So fucking thick. A bead of precum oozes from him as he squeezes himself once, and it’s automatic for your tongue to slide along your lips in a daze, eyes flittering over the way his thumb rubs and smears it over the angry red tip, the glisten of it under the bland ceiling light screaming for you to just ignore his previous order and have a little taste. Surely he wouldn’t be that angry with your tongue smoothing over his skin...
You whine quietly as his brows furrow, his thick lashes fluttering along his cheekbones as his hips twitch under his ministrations. He must feel so fucking good right now. You catch the way his fingers tighten, grip twisting as he starts to jerk his cock slowly—just like you know he likes.
It’s too fucking hot in this room.
Thighs pressing tightly together, you shift on the chair, desperate to get some friction going to tame the ache flaring from your clit as you watch him. You make a shallow noise, your own hand twitching to dive into your pants and match the rhythm he was teasing himself with.
“C-can I—”
“No.”
Frustration leaks into your groan of disappointment.
“Problem, soldier?”
“No, sir.”
“Didn’t think so.”
And so the torture, your punishment, really begins.
You just fucking sit there, palms sweaty, skin prickling with the need to just get the fuck up and dive for him. The only time your eyes leave his hand working his cock is when he makes those breathless exhales, the ones that melt so fucking nicely into your ears when he’s moving on top of you, a stutter of a groan caught in his throat. You admire the way his eyes close, cheeks flushing with a sweep of lost in pleasure pink, before they’re back to the main show, his grip tightening and pace picking up the longer you watch him jerk off.
Fire makes a home in your core, pussy slick and throbbing to the lewd slap of his hand and shifting only makes the need for friction worse, the pressure of your thigh rubbing tightly against the other doing nothing to tame the need for fingers, for him, for fucking anything.
“You need to start listening to orders.”
You swallow, mouth dry and eyes wide as they fly up to meet his. Your chest heaves, fingers digging into the arms of the chair as you nod quickly. “I-I know, Colonel.”
His next drawl has you arching. “You gonna start bein’ good for me?”
“Yes, sir. I swear—”
“Come and get it.”
Your legs threaten to give out with how quickly you throw yourself out of the chair. You’re in front of him before you can even inhale, knees clashing against the clean polished floor. You practically dive for him, hands already moving for their target and tongue running across your lips in preparation—
“Wait.”
It’s instant. You freeze, eyes leaving his weeping cock and flicking up to meet his in silent question.
“No hands.”
You lock your fingers together behind your back and wait for another nod of approval before dropping your gaze back to his cock, watching the way his own hand wraps around the base and holds it out for you. Needing no other invitation, you dive forward and take him into your mouth, going straight for the kill and forcing your throat to relax to take him as deep as you could as soon as the salty flesh meets your tongue.
His hips jolt in surprise, flying up and forcing his cock just that little bit further and you moan from the fullness, the discomfort of it, toes curling in your boots when a hand lands on the back of your neck and squeezes in quiet warning.
“Fuck. Easy, soldier.”
You pull back and inhale a lungful of air, muttering a soft ‘Sorry, sir’ before moving back, your tongue winding and smoothing over the head of his cock with a hum of satisfaction. You start to bob your head, the slick feel of him moving against your lips shooting straight down to your core, your pussy clenching as he groans quietly above you, the hand at your neck softening to a gentle rub as you work him over.
You’d stay on your knees for days, weeks, for this man.
You shift on your knees, hips lifting enough for you to discreetly move and press the heel of your boot softly into your covered pussy, stomach twisting in relief when you finally get a little bit of friction against your clit. You keep your pace, bobbing your head and taking him a little deeper each time while your hips start a small movement of their own, the fire moving and curling along the bottom of your spine.
It only lasts a fucking second.
Colonel Flag doesn’t miss a goddamn thing.
His hand shoves your face away, his cock slipping from your mouth as a string of saliva clings desperately to the end of him and you whine softly, eyes soft and lips already forming their apology as he glares down at you.
“Just when I thought you were doing so fuckin’ well. On your feet. Now.”
“I’m sor—”
“Now, soldier.”
You stumble to your feet after he stands, disappointment and shame flooding you as he towers over you. You swear he’s not normally this tall. Or maybe it was because of the way you purposely made yourself that bit smaller under his authoritative energy, shoulders curling in and head hanging in respect.
A hand curls around your shoulder, and then you’re being shoved face first over the desk, your hands flying to rest on the cool surface as his hands tear and pull at your pants. While he rips at the button holding your pants together, your eyes fall to the frame, a twinge of curiosity returning and poking through the anticipation throbbing through you.
It’s Rick, dressed casually and bathed in thick afternoon sunlight, with his thick arm wrapped around a woman, soft face wrinkled with age and body fucking tiny compared to the monstrous tower of him beside her. It’s a brief respite from the soul consuming fire Rick was downright slaughtering you with; but a softer, gentler warmth flares in your chest and you can’t help the twitch of a smile, eyes flicking over the pair of them embraced for the photo. Your fingers are gentle as you flip the frame picture-down—you had your suspicions about the mystery woman, small traits and similarities shared by the pair, and you highly doubt you’d be able to enjoy the ferocity of Colonel Flag with his mother watching.
You hear a soft huff of a chuckle and then the burn of fabric as your pants are ripped down past your ass and left to hang around your knees.
Fingers dive between your thighs and he hisses sharply as your arousal easily soaks his digits. “Fuck—”
A boot kicks your ankles and you quickly part your legs as best you could before you feel the press of his cock at your pussy, sliding back and forth through your slick folds and pausing teasingly at your entrance with each slow withdrawal.
“What do you say, soldier?”
“Please, Colonel—”
Your bite into the skin of your hand when he fills you with a single, solid thrust, your front slamming into the desk with the intensity of it. His hands fly to your hips, fingers digging painfully into your heated flesh before he pulls back, cock almost sliding all the way out before he slams forward again, and your cry of pleasure is muffled by your sleeve.
He starts a brutal pace, uncaring as your hands fumble for purchase. You’re babbling a string of nothings, your pleas incoherent and mind hazily cock dumb as his hips slam against your ass again and again, the solid thickness of him sliding and filling you perfectly on every single fucking thrust.
You burn at the feel of him, your back arching as you push back into his brutal aggression and welcoming the ache he quickly starts to cause in your core. Your pussy flutters around him each time he bottoms out within you, your hot walls flexing and tensing so fucking nicely around him and coaxing him further to the edge. His teeth mash under the strain to keep up the furious pace, sweat beading along his forehead as the feral slap of his skin meeting yours echoes around the room.
So good. He’s so fucking good—
You try to tell him, try to gather words to create a single fucking sentence but ultimately give up when he continues to rip the air from your lungs.
Close. It’s all too much and not enough and so fucking perfect at the same time. So fucking close—
He can feel it in the way you tense beneath him, body curling in on itself and muscles winding in anticipation under his hands. He almost wants to give it to you, a soft part of him desperate to give you everything you deserve before he meets his own end. Almost.
Lips hover at your ear, “Don’t you fuckin’ dare.”
The whine that leaves your throat is distraught, eyes crushing shut to fend off the searing heat building in your core.
He snarls and presses heavily into your back, keeping you tight and pressed harshly against the desk. “Do you think you deserve it?”
You make a low noise, head falling against your forearm and a slap rings around the room, your mind taking a quick second to catch up. Your ass cheek burns from his quick assault and you whine lowly, needily, pushing desperately back against the forceful press of his hips as he continues to rut deeply into you.
“N-no—”
“Speak up.”
“No, sir!”
“No. You don’t.”
And then he’s ripping completely away, leaving you to cry out in anguish as your pussy throbs hungrily around nothing. You’re lost in a cloud of pleasure, denial, fury - you don’t even know. You stay there, panting against the desk and wondering what the fuck he’s even doing, but then you hear the slap of his hand and moan when you realise he’s jerking his cock again. You want to see, want to watch, but a hand lands on the back of your head and keeps you exactly where you are.
You hear a quiet groan, your toes curling at the filthy sound of it, and then the hot spurts of cum hitting your skin, exactly where it throbs from his slap like the final seal of his punishment.
It takes a moment for you to feel your legs. It takes a moment for you to feel fucking anything other than the devastatingly empty ache of your pussy, and the sadly ignored throb of your swollen clit. You knew Rick, though. He wouldn’t leave you wanting for long.
“‘Soldier’?” You mumble in question against the desk, a tired grin stretching your lips.
He chuckles quietly behind you, the feel of cheap tissues rough against your skin as he cleans you as well as he was able before the rustle of the trash alerts you that he was finished, and you stand to fix your pants.
“I wasn’t going to call you ‘inmate’. You’re not a prisoner anymore.”
You grin at him from over your shoulder. “You think I’d make a good soldier, Ricky?”
“Not with your attitude.” He snorts, palm now much softer as it playfully swats your ass.
Turning to face him, your hands slide along his shoulders and hook around his neck, his hands landing comfortably on your hips and massaging the lingering ache from your flesh as he smiles tenderly down at you.
“Mm, I don’t know about that… after that little display, I think you’d whip me into shape quicksmart, Colonel.”
He rolls his eyes, smile widening into a shy, boyish grin before he presses a tender kiss to your lips before resting his forehead softly against yours.
“I know you’re more than capable of handling yourself out there, but I just… please be careful.” His words end in a pleading whisper and you sigh softly, nodding as well as you could against the press of his head.
“Yes, sir.”
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yandere wonder woman hcs ? also can i be 🌙 anon? :DD
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shes lowkey bad doe
gn reader cuz im a libra
warnings: yandere themes, diana being the best, possessiveness, obsessiveness, suggestive themes, implied stockholm syndrome
Diana had misunderstood the concept of what even love was when Steve was gone. She was so afraid of love and just stuck with herself and her honor. Humans are such a fragile but disgusting species and she was too different.
Truthfully, deep down: she was just afraid of losing the ones she cared so much for, the small thought scares her and she refuses to make her enemies, her lovers enemies.
She is so used to everything being taken away from her, she doesn't have values or morals. That is...when she met you. Lost, lonely, (name) who was only existing.
She believed that love from first sight was a thing and she chose to believe that concept when she ran into you, well practically speaking: you ran into her. You were running from a dog that happened to be chasing you and you ran right into her.
She helped you and then that's how how her obsession starts.
Using Bruce's technology, she accessed your file with ease: learning about you, studying you, your education, friends, family, even where you grew up. She studied your background and literally encrypted it to her mind.
There was this coil in her stomach that was unsatisfied with the information about you, and it made her crave more.
Her fellow members catch on in an instant. "Looks like Artemis shot an arrow!" Barry joked while Victor shook his head as he let out a small chuckle as Arthur was looking over at Barry with an annoyed expression. "Get it? Cause Diana has blood from the gods and Artemis is a god and shoots-nevermind." The youngster stated while slumping shoulders from rejection of the lack of laughter.
Diana didn't mind their childness, she didn't care cause they wouldn't understand.
As a yandere: she doesn't really change her personality much, she is still the same mature artist that her human characteristics take, yet at the same time she is a bit possessive over you.
You don't mind it as much, it was nice to be cared for but there was a peak when she said you couldn't necessarily match with your friends when going out. "Take it off or don't go at all." She commands while giving a displeasing look as her arms are folded across her chest in a stiff position.
You were well aware that Diana was a bit over-protective but when the unhealthiness came into the relationship, you were a bit cautious about what you say or do around her.
Is the very definition of a helicopter parent. She doesn't even attempt to hide it, She is shameless about tendencies and command but you were no child.
You ask if she could start considering your feelings, maybe even consider letting you go out once but she doesn't budge: claims that the outside world is far too dangerous and that your better off safe with her, but you excuse it by saying that you wanted to go out once in a life time but she refuses.
No matter how good the argument, it's for your safety.
Diana is afraid of losing another loved one. Which is why her yandere tendencies are even there in the first place. She has a grief for Steve but at the same time: you're her comfort, hugging you at random times, reminding you that she is doing it all for you when she puts a parent lock on your phone. (with the help of bruce cause she doesnt know how to use a phone)
She loves you, and you love her, well you're going to, considering you won't be leaving her side for a long, long, long, long, very, long, time.
Give her your love, your mind, your body, your soul.
