i'm loving your Jack angst fics like obsessed! could you maybe do smth with an established relationship and age gap, like early 30s-late 20s ish. reader's always wanted children but assumes because of his age and maybe comments he's made to robby that jack doesn't want any children. so reader tries to ignore their feelings, be happy with just jack, but it leads them to withdrawing and no longer being all sunshine yk, so there's an angsty confrontation? perhaps reader assumes jack will break up with them because of it? idk, you have free reign, love your works!!
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“Sweetheart?”
Your finger was tucked into baby Jane Doe’s grip, soft tears welling in your eyes as she cooed up at you.
Jack had spent too much time pretending not to notice.
You had withdrawn, so much. You were usually a bright light in the ED, known to be able to get just about anyone to smile or open up, even after losing a patient or a rough reprimand from Dr Robby. But lately, it’s like someone snubbed out the wick in your candle. You basically haunted the halls of the Pitt like a ghost, only picking up triage or helping whoever was behind on triage, seeming dull and depleted. You assured Jack, multiple times, that you were fine. Just tired, on your period, a little under the weather, but it’s gotten to be so long, Jack wasn’t buying the excuses any longer.
The usual solace, had turned into someone everyone tried to avoid.
Truth was, you were aching. Your heart was cracking bit by bit in your chest, shards of glass embedded so deeply into your flesh it was hard to breathe. You loved Jack, more than life, you loved him. But there was something, deep in your heart that longed for more. That longed for a family and a house full of children, and you were waiting for a good time to bring it up, ask Jack how he felt about that, when you overheard him in a conversation with Dr Robby about baby Jane Doe.
“You ever want one of those?”
“God, Robby. I’d be geriatric by the time the kid graduated high school.”
Your heart sank when you heard it, and you should’ve known. Jack was getting older, and wanted to get to the part of his life where he could relax. A baby would ruin all of it. You told yourself you were being ungrateful, that you should be happy with just Jack, life with him was more than enough. But the desperation chipped away at your heart until it was raw and vulnerable and now you just felt dull.
Numb.
“Make it quick.” You sighed, not looking up from the little baby in front of you.
“What?”
Jack walked further into the room, clad in camo pants and heavy boots, and a fitted tee shirt that would drive you crazy literally any other day but today.
“If you’re gonna leave me. Please, just make it quick.” Your voice was hardly above a whisper, not trusting it to not betray you.
Jack just stood, hands in his pockets as he watched you with the baby, eyes full of fondness and heartbreak, and suddenly everything started to fall into place.
“Honey, that’s not what’s happening here.”
“I’ve been irritable, withdrawn, I wouldn’t blame you.”
Jack sighed and hung his head, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck.
“Baby-“
“Please, don’t.”
“You think I would just leave you while you’re in pain?”
“Everyone else does!”
Your voice raised as you pulled your hand away from the baby, secretly thankful she didn’t start to cry at your outburst.
“Maybe we should talk somewhere else-“
“I don’t want to leave her!”
“Honey…”
“Everyone’s treating me like a basket case! Avoiding me like the plague! After everything I do for everyone, what did I do to deserve that?!”
You were facing the wall now, fingers tangled into your hair as you struggled with breath.
“Oh…” Jack was quick to cross the room to you, spinning you around to face him, his hands framing the sides of your face.
“Come here.”
He pulled you into him and you didn’t have enough fight left in you to struggle, falling into him and nearly crying from relief of the feeling of being in his hold.
“I want a baby, Jack.” The metaphorical dam holding back your tears broke, and Jack’s shirt immediately dampened right where your eyes rested against the material.
He was about to say something, but you continued.
“And I know you don’t want one and I know I’ve been a bitch so you can leave me-“
Jack gripped you tighter, “You gotta stop with all this ‘leavin me’ talk, breakin’ my heart. And don’t call my girl names like that.” He kissed the top of your head.
“And who said I don’t want a baby with you, hm?”
You sniffled, “I heard you talking to Robby…”
Jack could recall the exact conversation. He peeled your body off of his and you shuddered at the loss of contact, his eyes bore into yours.
“Did you hear what I said after?”
You shook your head.
Jack smiled.
“It would all be worth it if I got to have a baby with her eyes.”
idk if reqs are open or not but ummm if they are can I req a lil somewhat nsfw scene where reader walks in on (hmm third years?) having some... fun time 😈 (aka gooning LOL!)
feel free to ignore this ✌️✌️HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT AND REMEMBER TO TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF !
hehe thank you, i try my best!!
Third Years x gn!reader
18+ content!!!! yall been warned
Trey Clover
you were in the science club with trey, and were currently in the Heartslabyul lounge, discussing some future ideas for the club
trey wasn’t really listening to what you were saying. he was too focused on the way your clothing hugged each curve and dip of your body
he was imagining how your skin would feel under his hands, how sweet you’d taste..
he felt his pants getting tight on his crotch, and panicked. he stood up quickly, “sorry, i forgot i needed to do something in the kitchen.” he said, and hurried off to the dorm kitchen
once inside, and positive he was alone, he eased his hard, leaking cock from his pants, wrapping a hand around the base and groaning at the sensation
he slowly started to stroke in a rhythmic pattern, small groans and moans escaping his lips
you were getting impatient—what could be taking so long!? you got up and went to the kitchen, slowly opening the door
you’re quiet as you hear the slick sounds from his hand and the moans from his mouth, which were growing in volume
trey is imagining your hand around his cock. “fuck, just like that—oh fuck—y/n!” he cums all over his hand, his spend dripping onto the floor
your face is bright red, and you can feel liquid heat pooling in your lower tummy. but you ignore it and hurry back to the lounge, pretending you didn’t see anything
when trey returns, you don’t mention his voice being a bit hoarse and his face being flushed
Cater Diamond
cater was oh so infatuated with you, especially your voice. he was ashamed to admit how hard he’d get when you spoke to him in your sleepy voice specifically
it was late at night, and cater was rock hard. he couldn’t get himself to cum, no matter how hard he tried
so, without really thinking, he called you. he kinda hoped you wouldn’t pick up, because you had no clue of the depraved action he was going to take
when you did answer, asking what was up in that tired, slightly raspy yet soft tone, his dick twitched violently. he grabbed the base and began stroking himself
“o-oh, nothing much… tell me about your day!” he said in the most stable voice he could muster
you didn’t think much of it, and began talking about how your day went. as you spoke, caters hand sped up on his cock, breathless moans leaving his lips
“cater..? is everything okay?” you ask, hearing his breathy moans and the sound of something slick in the background
“i’m—fuck—okay, just keep talking.” he mustered out. but you caught on to what was going on
“you’re jerking off to my voice, aren’t you?” you ask, and grin at his surprise. “well, don’t stop. maybe turn on your camera.”
he does. and shows you exactly what he’s doing. you tell him to slow down? he does. speed up? done!
he ends up cumming harder than he ever has, all thanks to your instruction
Leona Kingscholar
leona’s daily schedule looks like this: sleep, sleep, sleep, eat, be a hater, sleep, sleep
with all that sleep, definitely comes interesting dreams
you’ve been tasked with getting leona from his room. he’s been in there all day, and ruggie didn’t feel like getting him up
so you go to leona’s room. he’s still sleeping, but you notice something strange
he’s humping his mattress, groaning softly in his sleep. turns out he was having a really nice wet dream
ashamed yet intrigued, you watch as the beastman rolls his hips against his bed, his face scrunching in pleasure
in leona’s dream, he wasn’t rolling his clothed cock into his bed. instead, he was rolling his bare cock into your tight heat, while you take him so so well
you’re standing there, utterly entranced, but you’re snapped out of it when he says something—“hah… y/n..fuck, just like that.”
oh shit. did he know you were there!? no, if he did he’d have told you to leave so fast… that leaves only one other explanation. you were in his dream, whatever it was
leona suddenly rolls over onto his back, still unconscious as he pulls out his cock from his pajama pants, his hand slowly stroking from base to tip
he then speeds up his pace, moaning louder while still chanting your name
when he cums, his entire back arched off the bed, and you can see his spend shoot onto his stomach
he slowly starts to wake, wondering what the hell just happened. when you notice he was returning to consciousness, you immediately leave
a few minutes later, you knock on the door, shouting that you were coming in
when you entered, leona’s was standing shirtless, a towel in his hands and his pants hung low on his hips
“what d’ya want?” he asked in that lazy drawl of his
“ruggie sent me. time to get up.” you said, the left the room, trying desperately to pretend that you didn’t just witness the physical side of leona’s wet dream
Vil Schoenheit
vil would never admit he indulges in pleasuring himself. he knows it’s normal, but he has far more important things to tend to
he especially knows it’s best for stress relief, which he thinks about indulging in quite often
especially when it comes to you. sevens, you piss him off so bad without even trying
and tonight’s incident sends him over the edge. pomefiore was having some event, and vil was in the middle of all of it, looking ethereal as ever
then there’s you, doing shit to piss him off. he asked you multiple times to reel in your behavior, as it’s not very beautiful. but you didn’t care, so you continued annoying him
after you almost spilt your drink on him, he stormed off to a separate back room in the dorm
meanwhile, rook advises you go talk to vil, to try and ease the situation. so you follow after the agitated blond
when you approach the grand door to the room he’s in, you hear breathy moans and something that sounds wet
you creak the door open, and see vil sitting in a large plush chair, his hand strangling his cock
he’s vigorously stroking himself, moaning each time the palm of his hand twists over the sensitive tip
his other hand is tweaking his nipples, adding to the stimulation that goes directly to his cock. his shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his toned abdomen
as he nears his peak, his moans grow louder, his hands moving quicker and with more purpose than before
he finally reached his peak, cum shooting up and splattering all over his chest. he’s breathing heavily, coming down from his high when you creep into the room and lock the door
“need some help? i do have to repay you, after all.” you say, walking towards him. once you reach him, you sit down between his legs, grabbing his half hard cock
safe to say, he got his payment in full
Rook Hunt
rook had no issue with creeping around your whereabouts. he had to make sure his favorite prey was safe, right?
his worst habit was peering inside the ramshackle windows at you. whether you were sleeping, cooking, or just sitting around, rook was watching
he also had a habit of taking photos of you without your knowledge
but he got his greatest photo one night, when you had gotten some gunk spilled all over you. you showered, and after stepping out of the shower, you wrapped yourself in a towel
what you didn’t know was that rook had not only seen your nude form in all its glory, but that he photographed it too
it was his best photo yet. you were in the middle of wrapping yourself towel around your body, all your front bits visible in the photo
rook felt his pants instantly become tight. he hurried back to pomefiore, where he hung up the photo of you on his wall
the next day, you were attending to some business in pomefiore, but couldn’t find rook—vil had tasked you with fetching his vice
so you go to rooks dorm, and open the door after knocking lightly. what you’re met with is a sight you never would’ve expected
rook is fully nude, kneeling on his bed, one hand gripped around his cock while the other is holding some sort of photograph. his eyes are shut tightly, lewd moans coming from his mouth. what you don’t know is he’s holding last nights photo
he doesn’t realize someone is standing there as he speaks, “ahh, mon cherie, how beautiful you’d look with my cock in you…. y/n..!”
he was imagining his hand was you. that he was relentlessly fucking himself into you
there’s no way he hadn’t sensed your presence yet—he’s a hunter for fucks sake! but to be safe, you slowly creep out of the room, acting as if nothing had happened
when the doors closed, rook grins. “aw, gone so soon.. truly ephemeral.”
Idia Shroud
to me, idia is a closeted pervert. he’ll secretly spy on you, create characters in his games that look like you, etc etc. but if anyone found out, he’d be mortified for life
one day, you notice that some of the appliances in ramshackle aren’t working the way they should be. so, you go to the best tech guy you know
when you enter ignihyde, you ask ortho where his brother is. ortho says that idia is in his room like always—so, you go to idias room
you lightly knock on the door before entering, and you’re met with idia in his gaming chair. on his computer screen is footage of two characters in some niche game having sex
you take a better look, and see that the characters look identical to you and idia
meanwhile, idia has his pants pooled around his thighs, his hoodie pushed up up his chest a bit, and his slender fingers working his cock
his eyes are tightly shut, and he’s panting like a dog in heat. the sight is lewd—he looks pathetic like this, yet it turns you on beyond belief
“idia..?” you call out, stepping closer until you’re standing between him and his desk. his eyes shoot open, and he turns completely red as he starts to cover himself
“w-what the hell are you doing in here? did you knock? did ortho send you? what do you need?” he rambled, clearly embarrassed about the situation
you cut him off by pressing your lips to his, one of your hands ghosting over his flushed cock
you pull away slightly, “need some tech help in ramshackle. help me, and maybe i’ll reward you.”
you then walk out, leaving him utterly entranced. he’s never been more eager to leave his room
Malleus Draconia
malleus was no stranger to his desires. however, he wasn’t sure how to handle them
his fae instincts tell him to claim by means of sex, but he knew that wasn’t possible
but this poor boy was so pent up, he didn’t know what to do :( it only got worse when you were around, and he could feel every cell in his body screaming to claim you as his own
he hadn’t been expecting anyone to come by his dorm room. he was nude, humping a pillow that normally sat unused in his closet
it felt so good, yet it wasn’t nearly enough to ease his urges
so imagine his surprise when you enter his dorm room, holding a notebook he had forgotten
“malleus..? oh my goodness, i’m so sorry, ill leave—“ you scramble to set down the notebook and leave, but he feels a surge of confidence
“no. stay. please..” he says, and when you look at his face, he has a desperate expression
so you stay. you close and lock the door, and then step forward, coming to his bed. “having trouble getting yourself off?”
he nods vigorously. “it would seem so. i’m not used to doing this.” he groans, sitting back on his bed, his lengthy and girthy cock standing proud
you gently wrap your hand around his length, earning a broken moan from the fae
“is this okay?” you ask as you begin slowly stroking him, sitting down next to him. he buries his face in your side, his hands clutching you tightly
“don’t stop.. it feels too good.” he whimpers
within minutes, he’s bucking desperately into your hand, then reaches his peak with a drawn out string of moans
his cum splatters onto your hand and his stomach, and he’s breathing heavily as he holds onto you for dear life
“you did so good for me.” you say tenderly, holding him close to you
he was your loyal gooner goner, and he wanted it to stay that way for a very long time
Lilia Vanrouge
lilia’s ancient—he knows how to control his urges that come with being a fae
he won’t sit and say that he doesn’t get those urges, he just knows how to keep them under control
but sometimes he feels like he can’t keep them under control whenever he’s around you
one day, after a bit too much joking around that could easily be mistaken for flirting, lilia has to escape to the empty music room before he embarrasses himself
he slowly takes out his cock, and carefully strokes himself
but within minutes, the slow and careful pace turns into something more desperate. his hand moves furiously as he bucks into his own grip
you had no clue where lilia ran off to, so you decided to play roulette and see where he ended up
your first choice was the music room—little did you know, he was right behind the door, creating a different kind of melody
you push open the door, taking your chances
what you’re met with is lilia coming down from his high, cum covering his hand
“lilia! uhm, you okay?” you ask tentatively, and he flashes you his brightest smile
“oh, just fine. releasing some steam.” he beams, his hand covered in his release, his softened cock still out of his pants
your face is bright red, realizing he doesn’t care the state you’re seeing him in
“oh, uh, okay. i’ll be going, so.. take care of business in here.” you say, then rush out
he sighs, finding a nearby roll of paper towels to clean himself off. “if only you had been here sooner. could’ve helped me out.” he mumbles to himself
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note from madz~ malleus 🤤 idia 🤤 i get carried away, what can i say
i’m getting reqs done as soon as i can! sorry it takes me a few days between each post, im kinda behind right now but im working hard for you guys 🥹 thank you for the continued support! madz kisses you all
a/n: hi hi !! i hope u guys like this little one shot , kinda nervous to post this one :P please lmk what u guys think !! also new format what do we think ? too busy ?? idk we shall see okay byebye
tags/warnings: alcohol consumption/being drunk (reader), mentions of a man trying to take reader home while drunk (nothing happens!) (please always travel in groups when drunk), peter beats the shit out of a man, smallest bnd spoilers ever (hormone mentions), handful of mentions of throwing up
you knew you fucked up somewhere between the vodka cranberry you’d bought and the shot some guy bought you and your friends. the club was spinning as you pushed through the crowd, fishing for your phone in your bag.
the bright screen made you wince as you opened the doors and let the warm night air hit you, willing every higher being you didn’t start puking on the spot.
with one eye closed and all the focus you could muster, you dialed your emergency contact, smiling when he answers on the first ring.
“peteeerrrrrr,” you slur, your head in your hand as the other holds your phone to your ear, “drank toooooo much,” you slur.
peter is immediately landing on the nearest building, his phone pressed to his mask. the hairs on his neck stand as his senses hone in on you.
“sweetheart are you okay? where are you?” he tries to keep his voice calm, putting you on speaker and viewing your shared location.
“dunnooo,” you groan, “gonna sit.” you force your eyes open, stumbling as you find the curb of the sidewalk and sit, groaning when your mouth waters. “think ‘m gonna throw up,” you whimper, eyes tearing up as you swallow harshly. the feeling subsides as you stay as still as humanly possible.
“I’m on my way, just stay on the phone with me okay? will you do that for me?” peter is swinging at record speeds, making sharp turns and glancing at his phone to make sure you were still on the line.
you simply hum, slowly opening your eyes and staring blankly at the pair of scuffed shoes that had appeared in front of you.
“you’re not m’boyfriend,” you say simply, looking up at the man towering over you, he gives you a sly smile.
peter furrow his brows, about to speak when he hears a lower voice through the speaker.
“that’s alright pretty thing, he doesn’t need to know does he?” the voice makes you feel sicker than the alcohol in your system.
“sweets what’s going on? who is that?” Peter’s frantic voice cuts through your phone. you simply put your head back in your hand.
“i think this guys tryin’ t’ hit on me,” you mumble, hearing the man above you chuckle.
“cmon babe, I’ll take real good care of you,” he leans down, easily taking your phone from you drunken grasp and hanging up.
“sweetheart? hello?” peters heart rate spikes as the dial tone comes from his phone, anger flooding him as finally lands in the alley by where your phone was pinging.
“don’ touch me,” you mumble, a frown on your face despite trying to seem tough. you stand no chance against a man of his stature. “he’s gonna kill you!” you struggle out, vision still spinning before you hunch over and spill the contents of your stomach on his shoes.
“fucking bitch!” he yells, his grip on you turns bruising as he drags you.
“that’s no way to talk to a lady, is it?” the familiar voice has you perking up immediately, struggling a little more and trying to get to your lovers side instead.
“holy shit,” the man gasps, pushing you away immediately. your stumble, tripping over your own feet and cursing your dulled senses as you begin to fall onto the pavement.
peter is quick to stop your fall, shooting a web to your waist and pulling you into his arms, holding you tightly and giving you a once over.
“Spiderman,” you mumble, a sluggish smile on your lips as you stare up at him. peter feels his chest tighten at the sight of your glazed over eyes, even in this state you protect his identity.
“hey baby, gimme a second okay?” he whispers, brushing your hair gently. as he turns his back he hears the man trying to leave, he doesn’t need to look over his shoulder as he shoots a web and tethers the man to a tree. Peter’s focus stays on you as he leans you against a wall.
peter turns around with balled fists, and an anger coursing through his veins he doesn’t think he’d ever felt before. he sees red as he approaches the man.
“arachnid hormones rising,” E.V. announces, peter disregards it, his gloved fist already connected with the man’s jaw.
“who the fuck do you think you are?” he growls as he grabs him with one hand by the collar, lifting him easily off the ground. he doesn’t giving him a chance to respond as he lands another punch.
“I’m sorry!” he cries out, coughing up blood. there’s already a bruise forming where Peter struck him.
“which hand did you touch her with?” he asks, leaning closer and grabbing the hand that wasn’t webbed to the tree. “this one?” his tone is venomous as the eyes on his mask narrow.
peter takes the man’s hand in his own, applying pressure slowly until he’s crying for mercy, one crack, then another.
“cutie bug,” you call from behind him, your voice snaps him back to reality.
“hormones back to baseline,” E.V. rings in his ears. his once black eyes are normal again, vision clear and chest heaving as he takes in the sight of the beaten man before him.
he cant find it in him to feel guilty.
“the police are on their way,” he says simply, taking a step back and staring at him for a second before fully turning his body.
you’re quick to walk into his arms, a smile on your face as your boyfriend hugs you.
“you came for me!” you grin, fingers coming up to caress the mask staring down at you.
“you know I always will,” he replies, “let’s go home.”
the moment you enter the apartment, you’re throwing up. groaning and swearing off alcohol as your boyfriend holds your hair and rubs your back.
“feeling better?” his voice is the soft, it makes your stomach flip.
you simply nod in response, gratefully accepting his aid as he helps you out of your clothes.
“arms up,” he whispers, you oblige immediately, stumbling slightly. peter holds you steady.
“open up for me,” he instructs, holding your toothbrush in his hand as you open your mouth, humming mindlessly as he brushes your teeth. “rinse,” he says, you do so happily. “good girl,” he smiles, picking you up and heading to bed.
“love you s’much spidey,” you mumble, your fingers digging into the suits material. he hadn’t bothered to change, too preoccupied with helping you instead.
“it’s just us two sweetheart,” peter grins, your eyes go wide.
“my peter,” you giggle, his face flushes at your words.
“yes, your peter,” he repeats, kissing your forehead before standing at the foot of the bed. you whine as he lets go go you. “I’m just gonna take the suit off okay?” your watery eyes make his heart ache, “I’m not goin’ anywhere.”
“promise?” you frown, a stay tear slipping from your eye. peter quickly slips out of his suit, body littered in bruises that you know will be gone come morning.
peter crawls under the sheets with you, his thumb wipes away your tears. the action feel more intimate now, with the way his forehead touches your and his nose nuzzles against yours.
Summary: You text the Batfam to rage bait every one of them, and you are successful.
TW: Jason's death, you're kind of an ass, mentions of murder, batfam slander, you're about to get your ass handed back to you
A/n: Pls don't kill me. this is pure angst. You're being an ass because you simply can. free speech and all that. even if you likely won't have your tongue by tomorrow. They're a little OOC, because don't we all act out of character when we're pissed?
Bruce Wayne
Reader: hey bruce. random thought, but i was looking at old news archives. Harvey Dent actually made some really solid points about Gotham's infrastructure before the whole acid thing. Honestly? If he ran for mayor again today, he’d have my vote.
Bruce: Harvey is a deeply disturbed man who currently resides in Arkham Asylum. His political platforms from a decade ago are irrelevant to his current criminal actions.
Reader: idk, at least his policies were transparent. it's better than funding a vigilante who gives local orphans concussions and calls it "rehabilitation." Like, what has Batman actually solved? The crime rate is exactly the same, he just gets off on the theatricality. He's basically a theatrical symptom of the city's wealth gap.
Bruce: Batman operates outside the law to address systemic corruption that the GCPD cannot touch. He does not "get off" on violence. It is a burden.
Reader: total cope. if i had that much money, i’d just buy Arkham and turn it into a luxury resort. lock up the rogues in the basement, put a swim-up bar on the roof. local economy boosted, problem solved. but i guess punching mentally ill people in clown makeup is a more fulfilling hobby.
Bruce: You lack a fundamental understanding of criminal psychology, economics, and the logistics of asylum management. Do not text this number again.
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Dick Grayson
Reader: hey dick, i was talking to babs earlier. we both agreed that out of everyone who's worn the cape, you were definitely the most… disposable robin? like you were basically just the prototype before bruce figured out what he actually wanted.
Dick: I'm sorry, what? Babs said that?
Reader: i mean, think about it. you got fired, you moved to a whole different city just to get out of his shadow, and now you wear blue instead of red. you're like the generic brand version of a sidekick. tim is the brains, jason is the muscle, damian is the bloodline. you're just… the one who does flips.
Dick: I am the first. I built the foundation of what it means to be Robin. I lead the Titans. Bruce didn't fire me, we had a mutual disagreement on methods. And "generic"? I literally train the others.
Reader: yeah but if you disappeared tomorrow, the dynamic doesn't really change. bruce would just adopt another gymnast. it's kind of sad how hard you try to be the "big brother" when they all clearly just tolerate you for the free couch in Blüdhaven.
Dick: Wow. Okay. First of all, Jason literally came to me for advice yesterday. Second of all, I am the glue of this family. I am calling Barbara right now because there is no way she agreed with this absolute garbage take.
Jason Todd
Reader: jase, be honest with me. do you think the crowbar jokes are funny? because i saw a meme today and it lowkey hit.
Jason: You think you're real brave typing that from wherever you are, huh? I’ve killed men for less than that.
Reader: woah, edge lord, calm down. i’m just saying, the whole "revenge-driven vigilante" bit is getting a little tired. you came back to life, tried to kill your dad, failed, and now you just hang around the manor eating alfred's cookies like nothing happened.
Jason: I don't "hang around." I operate in the red zones Bruce is too soft to touch. I control the criminal underworld by putting fear into the people who actually deserve it.
Reader: right, by wearing a bright red target on your face and using rubber bullets because daddy said no more killing. you traded your entire moral code for a room in the east wing and a pass on the batcomputer. you're compliant now. you're just Bruce’s angriest pet.
Jason: I am going to break your jaw. I am not kidding. Tell me where you are. Right now. I will show you exactly how compliant I am.
Tim Drake
Reader: tim, i’m looking at your old teen titans files. did you actually think the feathers on the cape were doing something for your silhouette?
Tim: It was a aerodynamically functional design for mid-air stabilization. I don't care about the "silhouette." I care about utility.
Reader: right, utility. is that why you spent three years hyper-fixating on proof that bruce was alive instead of doing literally anything else? like, everyone else moved on. you looked like a conspiracy theorist stringing yarn across a corkboard. it was lwk giving major middle-child syndrome.
Tim: Because I was right. Everyone else gave up on him, and I found him. It was a logical deduction based on temporal anomalies that nobody else was smart enough to track.
Reader: yeah but you only did it because you were terrified of losing the one guy who validated your existence. without bruce's approval, you're just a rich kid with a laptop. even now, you're just the placeholder robin. damian is the actual heir. you're just the guy who does the paperwork while he's at school.
Tim: I chose to be Robin. I earned it. Damian was handed a title because of his DNA. I don't need Bruce's validation, I run half of Wayne Enterprises' tech infrastructure.
Tim: You know what? I'm locking your bank account. Let's see how much you value "validation" when your debit card gets declined at Star Labs.
Damian Wayne
Reader: hey kid, quick question. why do you speak like a dictionary? it doesn't make you sound intimidating, it lwk just makes you sound like you were raised by a cult. oh wait.
Damian: You dare insult the League of Assassins? I was trained by the greatest warriors on Earth! My vocabulary reflects my superior intellect and breeding. You, conversely, speak like a degenerate.
Reader: yeah well, the "greatest warriors on earth" lost to a guy in a bat costume who doesn't even kill people. and honestly, you're not even the best fighter in the house. cassandra could literally fold you like a lawn chair and you know it.
Damian: Cassandra is a formidable combatant, but she lacks my tactical genius. I am the blood of Al Ghul. I am the only true heir to the cowl.
Reader: you're a ten-year-old who gets grounded by a butler. if you were really that dangerous, bruce wouldn't make you do your long division before you're allowed to go on patrol. you're not a lethal weapon, damian. you're a kid.
Damian: I am thirteen! And I do not get "grounded," I respect Pennyworth's authority out of courtesy!
Damian: I have already bypassed your window locks. I am on your roof. You have thirty seconds to retract your statement regarding Cassandra before I test my new smoke pellets on your carpet.
pairing: college au, post season 5. nancy wheeler x fem!reader
summary: nancy discovered some new things about herself during her time at emerson. like… how she really likes a pretty girl between her legs.
cw: EXPLICIT CONTENT. sexual content. oral! nancy receiving. does this count as public sex? idk.
wc: 1.6k
the landline in nancy’s dorm is so ugly.
beige. heavy. bolted to the wall like it has a personal vendetta against fun. nancy’s noticed it since move-in day, but it’s never bothered her like this, never felt like a threat.
your mouth is on hers, warm and insistent, fingers hooked into the belt loops of her jeans like you’re scared she’ll disappear if you let go.
nancy’s back hits the edge of her desk, papers crinkling under her hands, some half-finished journalism assignment getting absolutely wrecked because she can’t focus on anything except the way you kiss her.
she makes this quiet, breathless sound into your mouth before you even realize it soft, a little wrecked. you smile against her lips. “been waiting for this all day.”
her hand slides up your skirt, grabbing your thigh before tugging and snapping the waistband of your panties. you gasp against her mouth, gripping her hips.
then the phone rings.
sharp. loud. violent.
nancy freezes.
“oh shit,” she blurts, pulling back so fast you almost laugh. her cheeks are already pink, hair a mess, lips swollen in a way that feels very incriminating. “my… my mom. she’s supposed to call tonight.”
you blink at her, then immediately lift your hands in surrender, backing up with exaggerated innocence.
“say less,” you whisper, trying to ignore the pulse between your thighs. “i’m a ghost.”
she shoots you a look that’s half panic, half oh my god why are you like this, then snatches the receiver off the hook before it rings again.
“hi, mom!” nancy says, way too bright, like she’s pitching a morning radio show.
you flop onto her bed silently, burying your face in a pillow to keep from laughing.
“yes, i’m fine. no, classes are great, actually. emerson’s… yeah, it’s really challenging. in a good way.” she nods while she listens, pacing a little. “i’m just studying. late. you know me.”
you raise your eyebrows at her from across the room. “mmhmm. no, i’m alone,” she lies, voice steady in a way that honestly impresses you. “just… going over notes.”
she turns her back to you, lowering her voice. “no, nothing weird is happening.”
you mouth wow at her.
minutes pass by, and the call is still not ending.
nancy’s been pacing the narrow strip of carpet between her desk and the window for what feels like an entire semester, phone tucked between her shoulder and ear, nodding like her mom can see her.
“yeah. i’m eating enough,” she says, rolling her eyes a little. “the dining hall’s actually not terrible.”
you’re sprawled across her bed, staring at the ceiling, counting the tiny cracks in the paint. at first, you were respectful, quiet, and patient. then you got bored.
nancy glances over at you briefly and gives you a don’t even think about it look.
you smile sweetly and slide off the bed silently.
the carpet is thin. you move carefully, exaggeratedly slow, like it’s a game. you drop to your knees across the room, hands braced on the floor, looking up at her with open mischief.
nancy senses it before she sees it. she turns and freezes.
her eyes widen just a fraction. “mom, hold on one second,” she says automatically, then immediately corrects herself. “…i mean, sorry. go ahead.”
she lowers her voice, hissing, “what are you doing?”
you don’t answer, you just start crawling.
her grip tightens on the phone. “i’m still here,” she says quickly, cheeks warming. “yeah. uh-huh. i’m listening.”
you move inch by inch, unbothered, unhurried. when you reach her, you rest your hands lightly on her knee, looking up at her like she’s the only thing in the room.
nancy exhales through her nose.
she tries to sound normal. “mom, i swear, everything is fine.”
her free hand comes down immediately, fingers curling into your hair. not rough, not gentle either. controlled. grounding. a warning.
you don’t listen whatsoever. you unzip her fly and your hands hook up into the loops of her belt again. this time, you tug down her jeans to her ankles.
she looks down at you, eyes sharp now.
nancy presses her lips together, jaw flexing. “yeah,” she says into the phone, nodding again. “i’ve been… meeting people. new friends.”
you lean forward, resting your chin against her thigh and tilt your head to place a kiss against her skin.
she almost loses it.
nancy's breath hitches as your lips brush against her thigh, her grip on your hair tightening slightly. she clears her throat, trying to keep her voice steady as she responds to her mom.
"no, no, mom, it's nothing like that..." she says, her words coming out a bit more breathless than intended.
under normal circumstances, nancy would never let anyone make her fold like this, but your touch and the soft kisses trailing up her inner thigh were making it increasingly difficult to maintain her composure.
when you reached the hem of her panties, nancy let out a sharp breath before she could stop herself.
you could feel the heat radiating from nancy’s cunt as you pressed your mouth against the damp fabric. the scent of her arousal filled your nostrils, making your head swim slightly.
"...the, um, the people here are just so nice," she forced out, her voice cracking on the last word. she shifted her hips subtly, unconsciously seeking more of your touch even as her hand pressed down on your head, keeping you in place.
on the other end of the line, karen seemed oblivious to her daughter's distraction. she continued to chatter on about alumni events and scholarship funds.
your hands slid around to grip her ass, kneading it as you worked your mouth against her clothed slit.
"...it's just, um, it's getting a bit... a bit..." nancy stuttered out, her breath coming fast and short now. you could hear the strain in her voice, sense the effort it was taking her not to moan aloud. and you hadn’t even started.
lost in the haze of lust, you decided it was time to remove the flimsy barrier between your mouth and her bare skin. you hooked your fingers into the elastic of her panties, gazing up at her with a wicked glint in your eye as you slowly began to peel them down.
nancy’s breath hitched, a quiet whimper escaping her lips. her grip on your hair turned almost painful as she stared down at you, a conflicting mix of panic and desperation in her eyes.
"jesus..." she gasped out, before quickly clearing her throat. "...i mean, yeah, it's been... interesting... meeting all sorts of... people..."
the panties slid down to her knees and you whined as her soaked cunt came into view.
you lowered your head to press your mouth directly against her glistening folds, your tongue delving between them to lap at her.
nancy let out a strangled gasp, her hips jerking forward involuntarily as your tongue made contact with her cunt.
"yeah, i met, um, a study group actually," nancy managed to squeak out, her voice cracking badly. in the background, you could hear her mom still chatting away obliviously.
you stroked your tongue along her slit, collecting the sweet arousal before delving in deeper to mouth at her entrance. your hands gripped her ass firmer, fingers sinking into the skin hard enough to leave indents.
nancy shuddered, a tremor running through her body as she tried to hold herself back from crying out. her thighs clenched and unclenched, fighting the urge to grind herself against your face.
"...s’just, mmm... getting to know the material..." she breathed out, before biting her lip hard as you circled her clit with the tip of your tongue.
you could feel her pulse fluttering wildly against your lips. the game of trying not to let her mom hear her what was really going on on the other side of the phone line was only adding to her desperation.
"mmnh.. yes, i'll let you know..." nancy gasped out before falling silent, barely able to maintain a coherent conversation as you continued your assault against her cunt.
nancy glared down at you, her eyes blazing with a mix of lust, embarrassment, and frustration as she watched your face disappear between her thighs.
it was rare for her not to be in control and it made her feel weird.
the sight of you… your eyes half-lidded and glassy with desire, your cheeks flushed, your lips and chin glistening with her arousal, only amplified her conflicted emotions.
nancy could see how much you were enjoying devouring her cunt. it made her feel some sick satisfaction to watch you like this. pussy-drunk, so consumed by the desire to pleasure her between her legs.
but it also terrified her. nancy was not used to letting someone else have this much power over her, this much influence on her body. she was normally so put together, so in command of any situation.
nancy was ashamed at how little restraint she was showing. she could barely think of anything but you.
"...mom, ah! i've got to...unhh...go," nancy panted out between clenched teeth, rocking her hips against your face.
"...okay, love you, bye," nancy muttered, not waiting for a response before she abruptly hung up the phone with a trembling hand.
the moment the receiver hit the hook, she let out a sharp cry of pleasure. "...fuck, i can't... i can’t fucking stand this..."
she yanked your hair harshly, pulling your face harder against her soaked sex as she chased her rapidly approaching climax. "you fucking...make me feel so...oh god...so fucking crazy..."
your eyes rolled back as her thighs squeezed your head, your head trapped. you moaned against her as you felt her tug your hair again, her body tensing up.
"m’ gonna cum- fuck!" nancy’s words morphed into a scream of ecstasy as she finally let go, her juices flowing into your mouth and dribbling down your chin.
as she came down from her high, she slowly unclenched her thighs around your head. “i fucking hate you.”
so I learned my lesson in the last rec with letting my list build up sjdhgsjkgf. I'd also like to quickly shoutout blanklier for the ELITE fic recommendations, several of those are scattered throughout this list too. x
I don't have a key for this one because there's not a lot of common denominators, but there's only ~15 or so recs in this list and I'm genuinely so fucking excited about all of them. give them a shot if you get a chance!!!
↓ recs below ↓
(these are in no particular order, and feature a range of topics, ratings, lengths, and possible warnings. as with any rec, please be sure to also double check for any triggers yourself before reading. however, I will not rec MCD and very rarely unhappy endings.
if you read one and enjoy it, please be sure to leave a comment or support! if you don't, just move on. be kind!)
🪶 FLUORESCENCE by umbradel (delsicle)
⤷ rating + length: E, 19k
⤷ summary:
The bright lights in Shane's office are ruining his life.
The CEO's assistant has unconventional suggestions for how to make him feel better.
⤷ notes + warnings:
I was genuinely so giddy reading this. we are severely lacking in au's and this one captured their personalities SO effortlessly while also having so much fun in a different setting. a great feel-good getting-together (eventually) fic with scalding smut as an amazing bonus. also there's just something about a fic taking place in an office that makes me so nostalgic and happy idk. SO GOOD!
🪶 HEAT OF THE MOMENT by anonymous
⤷ rating + length: M, 3k
⤷ summary:
They’re in bed, spooning in the afterglow but still connected. Ilya’s face is red, his eyes half-lidded. He looks almost drunk, feral and raw. Shane feels like he’s melted into the bed and never wants to leave it. Like he could lie here, claimed and had, for the rest of his life.
And then there’s a knock at the door. He recognizes the pattern, which is a blessing and a curse both. Tap–ta-tap. The way his father always does.
Or: David drops by a few hours earlier.
⤷ notes + warnings:
it doesn't seem like a small shift like this would change much, but I really enjoyed the subtle, sweet way that the timing not only gave david a chance to respond a little better, but also put the choice back in ilya/shane's hands as to when and how to come out. this whole fic just felt like a warm hug.
🪶 HALT AND CATCH FIRE by mashawisotsky
⤷ rating + length: NR, 61k, ongoing
⤷ summary:
In March 2019, gambling syndicates dump data from 7,500 hacked athletes online - the biggest breach in sports history. Shane and Ilya's years of private texts are buried somewhere in three million leaked files. A story about privacy, professional hockey, and what happens when the internet finds what you thought was hidden.
⤷ notes + warnings:
anybody who knows me knows I'm a sucker for an epistolary fic, and I ate this UP!!!! the care and attention to detail in this is insane, it's formatted beautifully, and it does epistolary, imo, perfectly - while there are parts of it written as a traditional fic, the added details not only elevate the storyline but also make it real in a way that tugs at the heartstrings. this explanation of it doesn't even do it justice.
🪶 TEN YEARS AND COUNTING by radialarch
⤷ rating + length: E, 5k
⤷ summary:
“Shane,” Ilya said. He sounded incredulous. “You think it's hard for me, having a beautiful man suck my cock?” His hand was on Shane’s face now, thumb pressing into the tender place behind Shane’s jaw, tilting his head up to meet Ilya’s gaze. “You think because I don’t get hard that, what, I do not want you?”
“No, of course not,” Shane said. It was just a change. Ilya’s body, familiar, reliable, the thing he could read best on the ice and off. “I mean, I know it doesn't mean anything, it's just the side-effects. It's not your fault.”
⤷ notes + warnings:
ilya tries out a new medication and experiences erectile dysfunction as a side effect. things I loved about this fic, in no particular order: 1. how desperate shane is for ilya's cock regardless of if it works or not, 2. glorious use of sex toys / shane's infamous 'thing', 3. anti depressant side effect rep, 4. the palpable atmosphere of the setting and the relationship between shane and ilya - the trust, love, and overwhelming yet understated tangibility of understanding. these are a lot of big words to use to review smut I'm aware but. hot damn. I'm OBSESSED.
🪶 CLOUDS IN MY COFFEE by walkingthroughwindows
⤷ rating + length: T+, 7k, locked
⤷ summary:
“You are in trouble?”
Yes, Rose thinks. Yes, and no. Not the kind of trouble she half-thinks Ilya means. Nothing that cannot be fixed, nothing that won’t fade, eventually. There’ll be a few more people on the internet calling her a slut, a bitch, a talentless whore who ruined the movies and was never hot enough to be cast in the first place. OK. Next week someone does coke off their mother-in-law’s breasts or someone drives their car into a pool and the cycle resets. The studio will be pissed. They won’t want them working together again. Maybe Rose loses an endorsement, maybe she loses some money. That’s all it is, it’s just money, just other people’s fucking money.
But it doesn’t feel like that.
[A scandal breaks. Rose drives to Ottawa, to be not-alone.]
⤷ notes + warnings:
this prose reached off the page grabbed me by the throat and wrangled me in until the last word. it was like a sleeper hit I wasn't expecting it but rose landry I love you it was a pleasure being inside of your head. (also always love an outsider pov of hollanov as an added bonus)
🪶 COACH, I'M THREADING NEEDLES by anonymous
⤷ rating + length: E, 6k
⤷ summary:
Ilya fucks a girl in a Hollander jersey. Word gets back to Shane.
⤷ notes + warnings:
the summary says it all but also it doesn't because it doesn't include my incomprehensible screeching. the characterization was spot on and shane specifically was so much fun to follow the ride of his emotions here. combined with the timeline and the angst/yearning/jealous but not allowed to be of it it's just. UGH. it's so good.
🪶 SMOKE GETS IN YOUR EYES by residentrookie
⤷ rating + length: M, 9k
⤷ summary:
Shane Hollander has a strange affliction: cigarette smoke gives him nosebleeds. Needless to say, this makes interacting with Ilya Rozanov more difficult than he'd previously imagined.
⤷ notes + warnings:
this bad boy was on my tbr since the moment it was posted and I finally got around to reading it just a few days ago. I literally cannot yap about it enough. one of the most simple yet interesting premises of a hollanov fic and the plot was a perfect canon divergent vehicle to explore some of the parts of their characters that weren't as fleshed out in canon - and all wrapped up in ~10k of shane risking his pride for that DI—, ilya being unbearably fond and hopelessly confused, and unfortunately timed nose bleeds haunting the narrative. I have cuteness aggression about this fic @residentrookie SENDING YOU ALL THE FLOWERS!!!!!!!!!
🪶 JUST TAKE IT by jams_jams
⤷ rating + length: E, 2k
⤷ summary:
Shane gasped as his hands exploded, flapping back and forth. His back arched, and as he let the most beautiful whine escape his lips. He could be good for Ilya. He could be so, so good.
“Oh, fuck, Shane,” Ilya bit his lip. “Look at how beautiful."
or: Shane stims during sex.
⤷ notes + warnings:
I knew when I saw the premise it was going to be great and it WAS. I've seen a lot of autistic shane fics but not as many about stimming specifically, and I didn't know I needed it so badly until this. the only thing that can elevate it further is ilya being wholeheartedly invested and supportive of shane expressing himself <333 loved the added touch of his pov for this!
🪶 AND I SPIT OUT THE SEEDS by linearity
⤷ rating + length: E, 24k
⤷ summary:
A video of Shane sucking Ilya’s dick is leaked. Over the next twenty-four hours, Ilya goes on an odyssey.
⤷ notes + warnings:
I've seen this one floating around rec lists for a while and just got around to it and I ADORED IT !!!!!!!!!! I love a protective ilya fic that involves him publicly defending shane, but there was something so achingly sweet about him being protective in the quiet - but arguably more meaningful, in this context - ways. it was such a treat to get to see him interacting with hayden and shane's parents, and then even more of one when he finally got to shane. their dynamic and care for each other literally shines off the page (and the glimpses of smut that we get to see????? holy shit. so good.)
🪶 DAY 90 by kuragin
⤷ rating + length: M, 6k
⤷ summary:
For the first few days, Shane ignored it. He thought he was going crazy, or stuck in some coma dream, or that he was being punished by God for—well, you know. Either way, he thought: head up. Be good. Even if you never make it out of here, you’ll know you tried your best to do it right.
[Shane gets stuck. Ilya helps.]
⤷ notes + warnings:
TIME LOOP BABY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! if you've read my grief train fic - or if you're just a fan of magical realism/timeline fuckery/fix-it's & non-linearity - this one is for you. I don't even want to say too much about it because it works better if you just jump in, but I WILL say that it's fucking great and I LOVED it. this type of narrative takes so much careful planning and a very specific execution in order to work, and this one WORKS.
🪶 маскировка by ghosttotheparty
⤷ rating + length: NR, 12k
⤷ summary:
He’s already in the room, shutting the door behind himself as quietly as he can before he realises that not only is there someone other than Shane in the room, but there are three someones other than Shane.
And, as if he hasn’t already fucked up spectacularly, the someones happen to be the Hollanders and Hayden fucking Pike.
or; Ilya visits Shane in the hospital and meets his parents. He's traumatized and grieving, everything hurts, and Shane takes after his mother.
⤷ notes + warnings:
I will read quite literally a thousand iterations of this plot and it will never get old. this one was awesome as always from this author and great divergence from canon. like I was saying earlier I love love love when we get multiple povs and each of these were well thought out and really added a lot to the story!
🪶 NO ONE NOTICED by residentrookie
⤷ rating + length: NR, 4k
⤷ summary:
It's the night of the Boston vs Montreal game, and Shane Hollander isn't letting whatever illness he's contracted stop him from getting out on the ice, no matter how sick he actually is. Ilya Rozanov, it seems, is the only person who notices.
Whatever that means.
⤷ notes + warnings:
found this gem on a pipeline after 'smoke gets in your eyes' and was NOT disappointed. I'm such a sucker for the trope of character b noticing things about character a that even a's close friends or family don't seem to pick up on, and this one does it beautifully!!!! also I do wholeheartedly agree that canonically shane would be the one to try to push through an illness while ilya would bully shane into letting him take care of him. (and, once again, we will not be discussing why forced/reluctant caretaking and hurt/comfort is one of my favorite tropes thanks x)
🪶 THE WINE-DARK SEA by ShoutIntoTheVoid
⤷ rating + length: NR, 32k, ongoing
⤷ summary:
Angry tears spring to his eyes and his head spins. His breath picks up.
Something bad is happening, he thinks.
[or: Shane is finally settled into married life with Ilya when ghosts from his past unearth troubling secrets he didn't even know were buried. He's forced to go on an odyssey in search for the answer to one question: what really happened to him all those years ago?]
⤷ notes + warnings:
** PLEASE CHECK ALL TAGS AND WARNINGS PRIOR TO READING. THIS FIC DEALS HEAVILY WITH CSA. take care of yourselves! ** whoooooo boy this fic is very heavy, but I have thoroughly enjoyed reading it so far. a brief summarization for those who would like one prior to clicking: post TLG, shane starts experiencing c-ptsd symptoms that become unignorable when a legal case opens up investigating a team physician from his childhood hockey team. the c-ptsd aspect really resonated for me personally, and I think the fic does a really great job of telling a story about a heavy subject without exploiting it in any way. I liked shane's mental health and seeing his journey in therapy, and I also loved the way the relationships were navigated in light of the events of the fic. I can't wait to see how it wraps up!
🪶 DRINK ME UP, SWALLOW ME WHOLE by anonymous
⤷ rating + length: E, 6k
⤷ summary:
Just beneath the collar of Shane’s shirt, Ilya tucks his fingers in. Lightly brushing skin. It’s almost a reflex, the way his other hand presses in, the heel of his palm working at the mound of Shane’s chest. Shane’s moan rings in Ilya’s ears.
And something warm hits his palm.
No, not just warm-
Wet.
⤷ notes + warnings:
apparently this is going to be a theme now with my hollanov recs there's going to be at least one lactation kink thrown in as a treat for both of us I don't make the rules actually
and a few of my published fics since the last rec:
🪶 ROMAN HOLIDAY
⤷ rating + length: M, 6k
⤷ summary:
A little rattled by Rozanov's sudden coldness after the olympics, Shane decides to follow a gut feeling that something might be wrong, even if it's not really any of his business. Even if they don't do that. Don't care.
He does find Ilya, eventually. But Sasha gets to him first.
🪶 SAFEGUARD
⤷ rating + length: T+, 6k, part ii of this collection
⤷ summary:
Hayden only recognizes the signs because he’s seen them in Ilya.
🪶 TAKE ANOTHER HIT FOR YOU
⤷ rating + length: E, 8k, part ii of this collection
⤷ summary:
The cup, Ilya thinks, is fucking nothing compared to this.
🪶 GOING METHOD
⤷ rating + length: E, 6k, svetlana/rose
⤷ summary:
Rose swallows, shifting underneath her. “Well, I mean, it—this doesn’t really count, right?”
Svetlana’s eyes narrow. “How do you figure?”
“We—we’re drunk, and, like. It’s just—girls being girls, you know?”
Panic flickers in her chest, sours the mood a little. She’s not lying, really, or she doesn’t think she is. But there’s also something not quite right about it when it sits there in the space between them, a feeling in the pit of Rose’s stomach that jeers liar! anyway.
Actress, maybe. It’s hard to tell the difference sometimes.
