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Two Can Play at This Game

Originally posted by infiniitywars

Requested: By me, because I saw Suicide Squad today and that cameo gave me life

Pairings: Barry Allen x Reader

Warnings: Some fluff, a nervous/stressed out reader

Word Count: 958

A/N: I am so pumped to see the new Justice League movie, even though it isn’t coming out for such a long time… anyways, a lot of this is just speculations, since we only have trailers and a few cameos to go off of, but I hope that you enjoy it anyways!! Barry is my favorite DC character, and even though I love everyone on the TV show, I am so excited to see where the new Justice League movie is going. Please send me some requests for the DCEU!

You liked to try and pretend that everything was okay. Barry came to you to gush, and you would sit and smile and reassure him that everything would be okay. Compared to him fighting meta-humans every other day and still holding down his job at the precinct, your problems seemed so small. But not today.

You didn’t think that it was statistically possible for so many things to go wrong in one day. It all started when you had slept through your alarm. Even though you weren’t a morning person, you hated having to rush in the morning. After such a great start, you were sure that your day was going to turn around.

But, after missing your train, getting a less than pleasing grade on a term paper you had poured your soul into, and a phone call from your mother asking why you hadn’t been on a date in so long, you couldn’t take it anymore.

Without really thinking about it, your feet carried you in the direction of Barry’s apartment. You spent most of the walk trying to rationalize that everything was fine, and the other half apologizing to strangers that you kept bumping into because of your distracted state.

You only had to knock once before Barry’s door swung open, revealing your best friend’s beaming face. “Listen Barry, I am really sorry to do this, but I have to tell someone,” you said, pushing past him and tossing your bag down onto his bed.

Barry chose not to say anything, which was probably the best choice he could have made. He simply sat down on his bed and motioned for you to proceed. With that, you ranted and raved about what felt like the worst day that you had ever had.

You yelled about your overbearing mother, insisted that the world was against you when your alarm clock failed through the night, and decided that your professor had a personal vendetta against you, using your grade as your only piece of evidence. Somewhere in between the spilled coffee incident and missing the train, you had started to pace a bit, and after you explained the cat call you had received on your walk to class, you were going to wear a hole in the carpet.

Barry was freaking out. He wasn’t used to you coming undone like this. Frankly, it was a bit scary. You were the dependable friend that had everything figured out. He came to you with his problems, and frankly, was unaware that you ever had any. He guessed that you had problems all this time, but had never stopped to think if you were okay while he was dumping all of his meta-human crises on you.

He was getting anxious, and he knew that if he didn’t distract you from what had happened that you would either implode or he would have to go out and buy a new rug. So, he did the only thing that he could think of- he kissed you.

It wasn’t how he had thought your first kiss would go. He was so nervous that his powers had kicked in and he had accidentally given you a super speedy kiss. As he sat back on the bed after, he decided that maybe you hadn’t noticed. That theory might have been true if you hadn’t stopped mid-sentence, frozen in place.

“Did you just-” you asked slowly. You were almost positive that something had brushed across your lips. In fact, if you hadn’t known about Barry’s powers, you would have dismissed it entirely. But the way that he was fidgeting with his hands told you a different story.

“Yeah,” he responded shortly, not meeting your eyes.

“On the lips?”

“Yeah” he said, drawing out the word.

“Oh,” you said, still attempting to process the entire situation. “On purpose?” you asked, biting your lip while cocking your head to the side.


“It’s just that you seemed so nervous and you are never nervous. You’re confident and so sure of yourself and I just wanted you to stop so I didn’t really know what to do so I just-” Barry rambled. You took a deep breath and admitted to yourself what you had been secretly hoping for was finally happening. For the last ten years, you had had a small crush on your best friend, that slowly grew into something you were almost embarrassed to call love. But know… it seems that the notion of ‘love’ might not be so ridiculous after all.

You glanced back over to your best friend, still talking a mile a minute, nervously trying to explain away what had just happened. His foot was bouncing so fast that it was practically just a blur at this point, and he looked like he was expecting an apocalypse at any minute. You smirked to yourself, before making a bit of a snap decision.

You cautiously moved to the bed, before bending down to meet Barry’s eyes with your own, slipping a hand to the back of his neck, and pulling him in for a kiss.

You had expected it to be more of a peck, something similar, albeit a bit slower than his own. But as you were about to pull away, you felt Barry’s hand wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You somehow managed to trip over a discarded shoe, throwing you off balance.

Luckily, Barry caught you, pulling you into his lap. “Two can play at this game,” you say softly, before wrapping your arms around Barry’s neck and pulling him back to you. You sighed contentedly against his lips, tangling your fingers into the curls at the nape of his neck. Maybe today wasn’t so bad after all.

Your Voice [Jason Todd x Reader]

A/N: Alright, this ain’t getting a second part.

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings: uhh…… it’ll spoil you soooo…. but read with caution?

Word Count: 1010



The peaceful silence of your apartment was broken by the sharp ringing of your phone. Sighing in exasperation, you marked the page you were so immersed in just a moment ago and reached out for the device. However, your annoyance melted when you saw the caller ID.

Smiling, you clicked answer. “Hello?”

“[F/N],” your lover sighed from the other end, “hey baby. I didn’t think you’d pick up.”

Your heart swelled upon hearing his voice. “Of course I’d pick up Jason,” you scoffed, “I haven’t talked to you in ages.” You heard him laugh, a slightly weak and airy noise that was different from the warm sounds you were used to. “Jay, are you okay? You sound strange.”

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine,” he reassured quickly, “I’m just—it’s pretty cold here. I didn’t pack the right clothes, that’s all.”

“Where are you?” you asked, concern washing over your features. Your mind began to play all the worse-case scenarios. Jason wasn’t easily fazed after all.

Jason took a while to answer, “somewhere in the Himalayas, something about… a temple being used as a base for a gang… or something.” He was breathless now, his voice wavering slightly, but perhaps that was your paranoia. If he was in the Himalayas, the signal he received must be horrible.

“Oh… well that makes more sense,” you muttered, dismissing your worries, “but why are you calling me?”

Jason hummed, as if thinking of his response. It took another moment, but he finally replied, “I don’t know… guess… guess I just missed your voice.”

You rolled your eyes at his cheesy answer. “Only my voice?” you teased, curling your hair around your index finger.

Your playfulness made him chuckle, a sound that only widened your growing smile. “Of course I miss you too baby,” he added softly.

“Good,” you huffed, “because I was starting to feel like you didn’t care, considering you hadn’t called in two weeks.” Though you were playing around, there was some truth to that statement. You missed your Jason dearly and having him call so rarely when he was on long missions made you more upset than you should be.

“Really?” He sounded alarmed. “[F/N]—I-I’m sorry, I didn’t know you felt that wa—“

“No, no Jason,” you cut him off before he could continue, “it was a joke.” You suddenly felt guilty. “I understand it’s hard to communicate sometimes when you’re out on the field, trust me I do. Don’t worry, and definitely don’t apologize. There’s nothing to apologize for.” You tried your best to reassure him because he was already stressed and you didn’t want to add to his problems.

“A-Are you sure?” he stammered. That was weird—Jason rarely ever stumbled over his words. But then again, it must be the bad signal.

“Positive,” you said with confidence.

“I’m glad…” he murmured, sounding strangely distant, “it must be late for you baby… you should sleep.”

You bit your lip to stop the scoff from escaping. Typical Jason—still worried about you even when he was an ocean away.

“I’m fine,” you claimed, despite it being incredibly late on your end. You didn’t want to say goodbye.

“You have work tomorrow,” Jason pointed out, “and I know—“ he cut himself off, instantly causing your back to straighten and your grip on the phone to tighten, “I know you hate mornings.” Hearing his voice again, you relaxed slightly.

“But you…”

“It’s okay,” he whispered, “we’ll… we’ll see each other soon, yeah?”

You sighed, knowing he was correct. It was a horrible idea staying up so late, knowing that you would most likely be late for work the following morning. “Fine… you win… this time.”

“Yeah… this time,” he repeated your words. “Hey [F/N]… I love you, you know that… right?”

“Yeah, I do,” you smiled, “I love you too Jason, more than you know.”

With those words, you hung up, a smile still plastered on your face.

I love you too Jason, more than you know,” you said before finally hanging up, leaving Jason with a deafening silence.

The vigilante let his phone drop from his hand and laid there, staring at the night sky. He could see the Milky Way creating a majestic streak across the sky. You would’ve loved the view.

A wince left his mouth as he tried to shift. The hand pressed against his abdomen instinctively applied more pressure. He could feel warm liquid slowly oozing out of the wound, covering his hand. Not like it fazed him; his shirt was already soaked in his own blood.

His breathing was rapid, shallow. It was hard to even focus on anything other than the damn pain. His enemies got him good, but in the end, he won, he always did. It was just that this time they took him down with them.

Jason knew. He knew he had as much chance of surviving as Batman finally killing someone, but he accepted his fate. He already died once, he knew what it was like, he knew the feeling. He wasn’t afraid.

But he was afraid for you.

You wouldn’t handle his death very well. You didn’t the first time, this time would be no different. But that was okay, because just like last time you would make it through. You were so strong, that was a quality he admired greatly about you. You’ll definitely get through it. You always did, and he got to hear your voice one last time. For him, that was more than enough already.

As his vision began to fail him, Jason smiled. He didn’t live a long life but you gave him a lifetime’s worth of love. That was more than he ever deserved and much more than he could ever ask for. He was grateful for that. He was grateful for you.

And even though he never got to truly say goodbye, he got to say he loved you one more time.

As Death finally came for him, he greeted it like an old friend, a smile still plastered on his face.

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Payback’s a Bitch (Superbat)

Bruce Wayne x Clark Kent

Based off this post

Word Count: 4249

Bruce’s lips were soft against Clark’s, a stark contrast to the hardness of the protective armour of the batsuit. Clark wrapped his arms gently around Bruce’s waist as he pulled him closer to him, oblivious to the silent click of a reporters camera in the distance.

The next day, Clark went to work under the impression that he would have a normal (mostly) uneventful day at work at the Daily Planet. The first sign that something was wrong was when people he passed on the street started to stop and stare as he walked by. The second was when a young girl stopped him just outside the Planet building. 

“Are you Clark Kent?” She asked, staring up at him through her fringe.

“Uh…Yes?” Clark replied, perplexed as to why she asked.

“Awesome! Can you introduce me to him?”

Clark looked down at her, furrowing his brow in confusion. “What? Who? I’m so sorry but I’m already late and if I’m any later my boss is going to kill me” He turned around as he walked away to shout back another “Sorry!” before taking the elevator up to his floor.

The elevator pinged as it reached it’s destination and Clark stepped out, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose with his forefinger. As soon as Lois noticed him step out of the elevator she rushed towards him.

“Morning Lo-” He never finished his greeting as she cut him off almost immediately.

“Clark Joseph Kent! How could you not tell me?” Lois all but yelled, punctuating each word by hitting him on the bicep with the rolled up newspaper clutched in her left hand.

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You take the file Natasha’s holding out to you and flip it open to see a familiar setting. “Why are we going to Star City?”

“There’s a growing crime ring there that could turn into a terrorist threat,” Steve explains.

“Who’s Damien Dark?” Sam asks, flipping through his own file. You, Sam, Steve, Natasha, and Wanda are the only ones going on this mission. At least for now.

“We suspect he’s the crime ring’s leader.” Natasha pulls up a picture of him on the projection monitor. “For the past couple of weeks, he’s either been unable to track down, or at social gatherings.” She looks over at you. “He’s been at every single one of your boyfriend’s campaign events.”

You swallow nervously. Oliver still doesn’t know you’re an Avenger. He’s already been through enough, he doesn’t need a possible evil overlord after him and a superhero girlfriend. “Okay, so what’s the game plan?” you ask.

“We,” Steve starts, “will be undercover in Star City until we can’t be anymore. We’ll be supporting Mr. Queen’s campaign. Wanda will go through Damien’s mind at each event so we know if he’s guilty, and, possibly, what he’s up to.” He locks eyes with Wanda, who stands next to you with her arms crossed. “Is that alright?”

She nods. “I can do it.”

The corner of Steve’s mouth twitches up in a smile at her words. “All right, we’ll head out in fifteen minutes so we can make Queen’s next event. ”

“Steve,” Sam says, “what about the Green Arrow?”

Natasha and Steve exchange a look that makes you frown.

“We tried to contact the vigilante so we could work with him, but got no response,” Natasha says. “We’re on our own for now.”

“Hey.” You smile, walking up to where Thea stands in the front row of Oliver’s supporters. The younger girl smiles brightly and hugs you.

“Hey!” She squeals, pulling away from the hug, but keeping her hands on your shoulders. “Where have you been? It’s been months!”

You sigh. “My job’s kept me tied up in a bad way.” Your eyes flicker over to where Steve stands at the edge of the crowd, the World War II veteran hat Natasha got him perched on his head. His undercover get up sucks, as usual. “In fact, I’m here on business.”

Thea frowns slightly. “What kind of–”

She’s cut off as Oliver takes the stage in the new music hall, smiling and waving as the crowd cheers and cameras flash. “I’ll tell you later!” You yell to Thea over the commotion. She nods.

“Good evening, everyone,” Oliver greets, smiling at the crowd. His eyes flit over you once before resting on you, making his smile brighten. “It’s great to see you all here.” You can’t help the smile that comes over your face at the way he’s looking at you.

“As you probably know, I am here to support the opening of this beautiful new Star City Music Hall here in the Glades. Earlier this year, it was–”

You feel a tug on your right sleeve and turn your head to see Wanda with wide eyes flashing quickly from scarlet to brown. “Wanda, what’s wrong?” You whisper, taking hold of her elbow in case she gets weak. “Wanda?”

Thea comes at your side. “Hey, is she okay?”

“She’s fine.” You wince at how quickly you responded. “This is my colleague. She doesn’t do well in crowds, I’ll be right back.”

Thea nods with worried eyes and you wrap your arm around Wanda’s waist, half-carrying her over to the entrance of a hallway. “What’s wrong, Wanda? What is it?”

Sam walks up to you, sporting a red hat and a casual jacket and jeans. “Damien is here, but something … Something is wrong with it. It’s twisted and dark, (y/n). It’s making me dizzy.”

“Do you see anything about him? Anything important?” Sam asks.

Wanda shakes her head. “Nothing. Except …” Her eyes suddenly widen, her irises all scarlet as she sits there, quietly shaking.

You shake her shoulder, getting increasingly more worried. “Wanda? Wanda are you okay?”

She continues to shake uncontrollably, and you and Sam share a worried look. “What do we do?” he asks.

Suddenly, the floor shakes with the force of an explosion, and the sound of gunshots comes from the hall. You gently lower Wanda to the floor as Sam runs to look at what’s going on. You follow, looking around the corner to see complete chaos.

People are fleeing in all directions, and masked men with guns are firing into the crowd. Oliver is nowhere to be seen, which terrifies you. You glance behind you to see Wanda in the same state, before seeing Felicity running towards you.

“Felicity!” You yell. Running forward, you take her arm and pull her behind cover. Sam pulls out his gun and guards the entrance as you pull the surprisingly calm blonde towards Wanda. “Please watch her, something’s wrong and I have to go.”

Felicity nods before glancing at Wanda and doing a double take. “Is that … ?” Then she looks at Sam’s crappy undercover outfit and back at you, putting two and two together. “Oh my god.”

You smile nervously. “I’ll be back.”

Then you run into the fray after Sam, pulling on your wrist braces as you do.

Sam grins, walking towards where Diggle stands on the other side of the lair. “Looks like neither of us really got out of the good fight.”

“Can’t escape.” Dig laughs, shaking his old army buddy’s hand. He sees Steve standing beside Sam and shakes the captain’s hand. “Even after a lifetime.”

Steve laughs dryly, and the three veterans look around the room. Felicity, Thea, Wanda, and Natasha are all talking around the computers as Felicity tries to track the terrorists. Wanda has a blanket around her shoulders, and is still shaking slightly. She doesn’t know what happened to her at the music hall, only that Damien caused it somehow. According to her, he must have known that she was in his mind somehow.

All of the information she gathered from him was erased.

While the two teams have gotten along well so far, the couple at the other end of the room has been in a quiet argument for two hours. They were silent on the ride to the lair, silent for the first half hour, and finally, they went and talked and haven’t stopped. The others are doing their best to ignore it.

“So, what’re they usually like when they’re together?” Sam asks, looking away from you and Oliver and back at Diggle. “(y/n) talks about Oliver all the time, but …”

Dig smiles a bit. “They’re great. Whenever (Y/n)’s in town, Oliver’s the happiest. I just wish he would’ve told her about his nightly activities. And that she told him.”

Steve nods. “(Y/n)’s so strict about keeping her identity secret. She’s never told me why.” The three are silent as they look at the other end of the room. Steve clears his throat. “Well, since they’re a bit caught up at the moment, we should probably discuss some sort of plan.” The other two men agree, and they begin discussing battle strategies.

On the other side of the large room, (y/n) steps away from Oliver, arms crossing over her chest. “I just don’t understand why you didn’t tell me.”

He holds up a finger, eyes narrowing at her. “You have no right to say that to me. You did the same thing.”

“I was going to tell you today. After your conference. But then some psychos decided to shoot up the place, so I didn’t really get the chance.”

Oliver’s angry gaze doesn’t falter from you and you sigh, stepping forward and interlacing both of your hands with his. “Look, I love you, Oliver, and I really don’t want this to come between us. We both kept secrets, and we both know everything now, so can we please just promise each other that we won’t lie anymore and move on?”

You pause, looking down at your hands. “I already hardly see you, I don’t want to lose you forever.”

He untangles his right hand’s fingers from your left’s and gently cups your chin, making you look up at him. “No more secrets?”

You shake your head.

“And you’ll keep me updated?”

You nod. “And you’ll keep me updated?”

He nods. You smile a little bit.


Oliver smiles softly. “So we’re good?”

You laugh. “Yes, Ollie, we’re good.”

Still smiling, he leans down and kisses you softly. You tangle your fingers in his hair and kiss him back for a few seconds before pulling away. The two of you just sway back and forth for a couple of seconds, foreheads touching.

“I love you.” He smiles.

“I love you too.”

Jerome Valeska x Reader: Daddy’s Little Doctor

Originally posted by evaalterrr

omg i got so excited at it i can’t even….. ugh. not only because i got an another request but also because this is an amazing idea and i’m in love with this, i think i need to change some things that were a little unclear to me but i hope you will like it anyway

sorry if it’s too short to your liking, & please let me know what you think


[Y/N] was a pretty 15 year old girl, who liked spending her free time in her dad’s work. Jim Gordon’s work. She’d go there everyday after school.

She wanted to work at the GCPD in the future, not as a cop, but as a doctor, just like Doctor Leslie Thompkins. [Y/N] was a very smart girl, so everybody believed she would accomplish her goal.

[Y/N] enjoyed being with Doctor Lee, and as you may wonder, Doctor Lee enjoyed being with [Y/N]. She reminded her of herself when she was younger, so she was happy to answer any questions this sweet girl had.

“Harvey! Do you know where Doctor Thompkins is?" 

[Y/N]’s been looking for her, she wanted to watch her work, as always. At first she wasn’t sure if that’s okay with her but she said she enjoys her company, much to [Y/N]’s joy.

"I don’t know, kiddo, check the morgue.” Answered busy Harvey Dent petting her on the head and walking away.

[Y/N] was walking to the morgue as she heard two cops talking about Jerome Valeska. They didn’t have a chance to meet but she saw him, that day when they found his dead mother. Dead because of him.  

His cult was trying to bring him back from the dead…

“Can you believe he’s lying in the morgue right now with no face on?!”

“Shut up, this is disgusting.”

[Y/N] could agree on that. It seriously gave her chills.

But still, it didn’t change the fact she wanted to see how he looked now. She would never admit it to anyone, but she thought he was kinda cute. When he had a face and was still breathing, though.

[Y/N] entered the room humming a song she always does.  

“Doctor Le–” she stopped dead in her tracks.

Before her, Lee Thompkins sitting on a table, tied up, looking over her should to see who just came in, worry filled her eyes as she noticed it’s [Y/N]. And there it was Jerome Valeska, standing across from Doctor Lee, his face all bloody and bandaged smiling widely at [Y/N]. He was wearing something very skin-tight…

“Hi there. Care to join us, Sweetheart?” Jerome walked towards her.

Now as he took a better look at her, he noticed she looked younger than him.

“Don’t cha a little too young to work here?”

[Y/N] only shrugged and gulped as he started to tie her up and told her to sit beside Lee.

They looked at each other, Lee’s gaze looked like it was asking her “Why did you have to come here exactly right now?!”

Jerome not interested in Lee anymore, moved to kneel before the pretty girl and looked into her eyes.

“Do you know where is my face, Precious?”

She stared at him. “Yeah… I heard Dwight took it and that he wears it like a mask..” She made a disgusted face.

Jerome exhaled deeply. “At least he’s a handsome fella now.”

[Y/N] cracked a small smile trying not to giggle. She didn’t want Doctor Lee to think she’s stupid.

Jerome glanced back at Lee and then back to [Y/N] and cupped her cheek. 

“Now tell me, what exactly are you doing here?  You can’t possibly be working here, you look young. How old are you anyway, Sweet Cheeks?”

“Umm..” She was unsure if she should tell him but he had something in his eyes that screamed “tell me all about you!”

“I don’t work here, I’m 15 years old. My dad is working here.”

“Don’t tell him that [Y/N]!”

“[Y/N]? Pretty name for a pretty girl.” He smirked and reached for something to gag Doctor Lee. “Who’s your dad? I’m dying to know.”

“James Gordon.”

He started laughing like crazy. “James Gordon! I can’t believe it! And Doctor here is still talking to you after what your father has done to her poor husband?” He burst in another laugh.

[Y/N] wanted to defend her dad but she knew there was no point.

“Ohhh you’re coming with me, Gorgeous! You’re too fun to be left here!” He started to untie her.

And she left with him. Just like that.

Doctor Lee waited for someone to rescue her, they needed to find [Y/N]. They needed to find Jerome.

But she could’t stop thinking about that one thing  that was still disturbing her.

The adoration in young girl’s eyes when she looked at the Ginger.

person : what are you always reading on your phone?

me: *blushes* nothing…

person: come on … I can see you always reading something

me: *blushing intensifies* it’s just …stuff

person: no , seriously what is it?


Don't be so stupid

Could you do a rough kinky Jerome smut?


I straighten the covers and place the money in my safe box under the bed. Another night of work. I laugh at my own statement. Ha! Work! All you do is take rejected men’s money for a wild time.

I haven’t been doing this long. Only a couple months, but I’ve made more money than you can believe!

I know how people look at me. I see the stares of shame. How some women cross the street trying to get as far away from me as possible like they might catch something.

They wouldn’t. I don’t let any man go there. Only one man has ever taken me there. Only one man I will ever let go beyond the methods I use on other men. No one has touched me since the day he was murdered.

As I scrub the filth away from my body I think back to how Jerome took me. He had different ways of making me feel head over heels. Some nights he would take me hard and rough where the bed would get close to breaking, than other nights when he was feeling love sick he would worship me. He would thrust passionately kissing my body and telling me how beautiful I am.

I step out of the shower leaving the painful memories behind. I wrap a towel around my body and go down to the kitchen to make a drink. I get out the ingredients for a rock hard drink but then a knock on the door interrupts me.

I sigh and open it to see a man with cash in hand. He raises his brow and pushes past me. Is this really my life? He throws the money at me and sits on the sofa.

I walk over to him and set the cash on the hood in his trousers. “It’s late.” I say and make my way to the door to open it for him. He laughs and throws the cash at me with force. “Suck it whore.” This man was clearly drunk and out of his mind to think he can talk to me like that.

Though financial worries enter my brain. I need the money. I need it to get away from here. I sigh and rest on my knees giving the man what he paid for.

Once done I stand up quickly and feel like I should rinse my mouth out with bleach. Just then another knock rings out. A loud one. One of demand.

I move to open the door. “I can see why you’re so popular dollface.” I grasp the handle hard and turn to him with a displeased expression. “Don’t-” “CALL HER THAT!” A screaming voice beats me to it. I know that voice.

I open the door thinking I’m crazy. I’m hearing voices again. I swing open the door to see him. “J-Jer-” he places his finger against my lips and strides into the room seeing the man. He turns to me with fire in his eyes. “Did he touch you?” I shake my head gripping my towel closer to my body scared.

Jerome comes closer and I take in his appearance. Staples? I have to say it’s not his worst look.

The man on the couch scoffs. “No. She never lets anyone get in there. To stubborn. I’ve got to say she makes up for it man. Come here and sit. She does magic.” Jerome laughs. “Oh I know. She’ll ride me like a good girl any day.” The man once again scoffs. “Ha sure! She’s not gonna let some random person in there!” The man laughs.

Jerome turns to him with a smirk. “Oh I’m not a stranger. I was her first isn’t that right darling?” He asks lifting my chin up. “Well go on baby girl. Tell him how I’m the only one who’s ever touched your pussy.” Jerome moves me in front of the man and grips my hips. “He’s the only man to ever touch my pussy.” I say feeling Jerome move his hand beyond the towel and run his fingers over the skin of my hip. I shiver under his touch missing him exceedingly.

The man on the couch slaps his knee with a jealous expression. “Oh man! Lucky you! You’re okay with her doing this though? That’s what I call a working relationship!” Jerome’s hand goes further and slips between my wet folds. He circles my clit with pressure making my body lean into his. Jerome laughs and removes his hand. Instead he lifts up the back of the towel and grips my ass. “Actually no. You see I’ve been gone for a while. This is news to me. I find this…humiliating, and revolting.” Jerome then fiddled with his own trousers and releases himself. I feel him from behind as he starts to rub his head across my wet folds. The man on the couch just stares as if he’s in heaven.

Jerome laughs. “My my my doll. You really haven’t let anyone touch you. So tight I can even thrust into you, but as for you…enjoying the snow?” Jerome thrusts hard entering me. Filling me up like he use to. I arch back into him wanting more. Needing more. The man on the couch looks at me and nods his head.

Jerome laughs and pulls out a gun. He places the barrel to my head as he continues to thrust into me pulling my hair back. “Should I shoot you? Hm? Do you deserve to live knowing the things you’ve done? You dirty whore. Who do you belong to?” “You. You Jerome!” I moan out enjoying the blissful pleasure he’s bestowing upon me. “That’s right doll! I want you to do so for me okay?” Jerome whispers in my ear. “Shoot him.” Jerome says placing the gun in my hand.

I aim the barrel at him and pull the trigger with a rush enveloping me. The mans blood splatters on the wall and he falls completely limp. Jerome growls and rips the towel away turning me around. “You’re in so much trouble.” He says and pushes me against the wall hiking me up and thrusting into me hard and fast. I place my arms around him moaning his name over and over again. “Say it again doll. Scream it.” He says and moves his hand to rub my clit. I toss my head back against the wall in pure pleasure. “Jerome!” I moan out.

He moves to sit on the couch next to the dead man still spilling blood. “What do you say princess? You wanna ride me?” I nod eagerly and place myself above him cock and sliding down on him. Jerome grips my hips as I bouch on his cock making us both feel pleasures we haven’t had for a year.

Jerome rubs his fingers against the blood on the man’s wound and covers his hand in the thick red liquid. He proceeds to trail his hand down my body making a line from my breast, to my stomach, and right above my crotch. “Ah you’re such a good girl. You’re going to cum aren’t you? Go on doll. Cum for me.” I do as he says and release on him and seconds he fills me up with his own cum.

Jerome moves my hair out of the way and kisses me. “You’re mine. Don’t be so stupid to think otherwise. No other man looks at you. Ever! Understood?” He caresses my cheek with a smile. “Yes J.” He laughs and picks me up. “Then why don’t we make up for lost time? Sound good?” I smile and kiss his nose. “Sounds perfect.”

Originally posted by bonelotus

some superhero aus

- okay i know i just saved you from a burning building and you look beat but are you wearing crocs


- okay i know you just saved me from a burning building and you look beat but are you wearing crocs

- you come into the starbucks i work at in full costume and everyone is freaking out and yeah you might have just fought God himself but there’s still no way in hell i’m giving you your Venti Iced Skinny Hazelnut Macchiato, Sugar-Free Syrup, Extra Shot, Light Ice, No Whip™ for free forget about it

- i turned up to comic con in my superhero costume and people don’t think it’s me and keep saying my costume isn’t very accurate???? do you want me to accidentally break your arm

- no i’m not a superhero that’s my twin the only superpower i have is the ability to attract all this unwanted attention

- i’m just a superhero what i do is save the city i never wanted to be invited to walk the red carpet!!!! designer dresses are hella expensive!! i keep this city safe i don’t deserve this

BONUS: no NO i am not sitting next to chris evans at the oscars he’s captain america!!!!!! yes i know he’s acting but he does the superhero thing better than i do!!!!

- hey buddy everyone in the business meeting is staring at you because you left your mask on maybe you should like,,, take it off

- haha yeah right you’re a superhero bro h - diD YOU JUST SHOOT A LASER BEAM AT MY COLLECTOR’S EDITION LIFE-SIZE SCOOBY DOO

- i came in to get cough syrup not take a photo with you for your shop wall please have mercy i’m ill

You Are My World Pt. 2 [Dick Grayson x Reader]

A/N: You did it folks. You made me write Part 2. Sadly I wasn’t able to include the Batfam’s reaction to it, but I still hope you enjoy this part as much as the first part!

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1377



Part 1 | Part 2

You should’ve known.

Really, you should’ve. After all, you had noticed all the little details. You knew he was falling out of love with you, you knew he was growing distant, you knew, you knew, you fucking knew.

Yet your stupid self chose not to believe it. You shouldn’t even be surprised, but you were. The words made you still as if the blood pumping in your veins had frozen. You felt nauseous all of the sudden, and the world spun slightly behind those tears that blurred your vision.

Swallowing your nausea away, you decided to quietly slip away before Dick could even notice you. For a vigilante and cop, he was surprisingly unaware of his surroundings. Was that what she did to him, whoever your replacement was? Was he so immersed in her that he made himself vulnerable?

Pathetic, you thought bitterly, absolutely pathetic.

Exiting the apartment with nothing more than your handbag, you drove to the nearby shopping center and bought all your necessities along with some spare clothes and pajamas. Then, you rented a room at a hotel and decided to stay there until you could sort things out. A pool of emotions swirled within your chest right now and for this issue, you wanted to be prepared before you dealt with him.

But as you sat on the bed, all alone, in this foreign room, the tears you bravely held back spilled over. You tried so hard to stop them because he was definitely not worth your tears, but it wouldn’t stop. The wet droplets kept falling down your face. A sob erupted from your mouth, the first of many to come. You fell back and curled into a ball.

And that first night, you allowed yourself to weep for a man that didn’t deserve your tears.

It took Dick two days to finally come calling for you.

Two days.

You shook your head in disbelief when you first saw his name appear on your phone. It took him that long to realize you were missing? That you never came home and slept on that bed? That everything was left virtually untouched? Did he care so little for you?

You ignored his calls and texts and continued your work, despite wanting desperately to respond. Over those two short days, you hardened your heart. After crying yourself to sleep the first night you made the decision to be tough on yourself. No more of that lovesick girl making a fool of herself. You were so much better than that and much better than him.

However, Dick Grayson was one persistent man. Because after another day of completely ignoring him, he showed up at the hotel you sought refuge in, a look of concern plastered on his face.

What for though? He didn’t seem concerned when he stabbed you in the back.

“[F/N],” he sighed in relief upon seeing you alive and well, “I was so worried that something happened.” He reached out to embrace you but you held your arms up, stopping him. That made him frown because you never refused a hug from him before. “[F/N], what’s wrong? Why are you even here? Did something happen?”

You wanted to slap him then. Why was he acting all innocent? Why was he so concerned? Why… why did he have to find you?

“Just… just leave, Dick,” you muttered, “I don’t want to see you right now.” You turned to leave but he grabbed your wrist, holding it tightly to prevent you from leaving.

“Hey, [F/N] wait,” he exclaimed, “what’s going on with you? Why are you like this?” When you didn’t answer, he said, “come on, don’t be like this. I miss you… you know how much I love you, I want my girl back.”

Hearing this, you laughed humorlessly. “You… love me?” You shook your head in disbelief. “How could you say that… when it’s not true?”

Dick’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Babe, why would you think that? Of course I love you!” he claimed, rather desperately too, as if he was slowly realizing you were on to him.

“No, you don’t,” you told him in a rather sad voice, “in another time, you did. You loved me like I was your world, like I was a supernova brightening up your universe… but now, I’m just another girl to you.”

“No—no [F/N], I—“ he shook his head repeatedly, refusing to believe your words, “how could you say that?”

“Am I your world anymore, Dick?” You whispered, your eyes glassy. You hated yourself for being emotional. But you told yourself although you were upset, that didn’t mean you were weak. The fact that you still stood tall despite your sadness was what made you strong.

“I—of course… of course you are.” He didn’t sound like he even believed himself.

“No, I’m not,” you informed him, “your world isn’t me, it’s the other woman you have been seeing, isn’t it?” Dick’s eyes widened in shock. “She is your world now, not me.”

“[F/N], please wait. I-I can explain,” Dick stammered, his panic evident in his wavering voice.

“I don’t need your explanation,” you stated bluntly, “I don’t want it.”

“But I swear I—“

“It doesn’t matter,” you cut him off, “what’s done is done. You aren’t in love with me anymore, and that’s fine.” It’s not. “People fall out of love all the time. It’s life, I get it.”

Dick’s grip on your wrist tightened and his eyes were wide with panic and desperation. “W-W-Wait, [F/N], you can’t leave me. I-I love you. Please, I promise I do. You’ve got to believe me.”


“That woman, she’s a mistake. I’m in love with you, it’s always been you,” he claimed, words tumbling out of his mouth as he tried to keep you. However, his words only made you more frustrated, disgusted even. What of that poor woman? Was he just playing her too? How shallow did he become to throw her away like that?

“Dick, let go of me.”

“No!” exclaimed Dick, “please, [F/N]… this is… this is just a phase. I’ll get over it. I already have!” His eyes were watery now.

“I told you, let go of me.” You repeated, raising your volume.


“Richard Grayson, let go of me this instant.”

The icy tone of your voice made him flinch and he did as he was told, reluctantly letting you go. You stared at him, not with anger anymore but with pity. He was so desperate, for what you didn’t know. He made his choice, a choice that broke your heart and apparently his as well.

You were in grief, why wouldn’t you be? But you were also angry, and above all, you felt sorry for your ex-lover. He lost someone who was absolutely devoted to him, who knew who he truly was and supported him, endured him and loved him unconditionally. He lost all of that. He lost you.

“I’ll return in a week,” you spoke slowly, making sure he could comprehend each word, “I want you packed and out by then.” Your words seem to cut him like a knife but he didn’t dare argue anymore. He saw what he did now. He saw the wounds he inflicted, he knew you wouldn’t budge. He may not be with you now but the both of you still knew each other well.

Taking a step back, you memorized all the details of the broken man standing before you. His tousled hair, those sapphire gems you always got lost in, that well-built body of his, and his lips that used to be an instrument that marked your body. You remembered his dashing smile, the way his eyes lit up, the way he always defended his love for cereal and how he made the most effort to pull off the cheesiest things ever. Then he would grace you with that warm laugh of his that made you feel all fuzzy inside.

You memorized all of it, implanted it in your mind because you knew you would never go back to that. Allowing a stray tear to cascade down your cheek, you looked into Dick’s eyes.

“Goodbye, Richard.”

And then you turned around and never looked back.

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Bed Rest

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Requested by anon

Jason Todd x reader where the reader is pregnant and is on bed rest and Jason and his family are being super overprotective

“Jason, I’m fine!” you shouted as Jason tried to put you back in bed. “I just want to get something from the kitchen.”

“The doctor said that you are on bed rest, so you’re staying in bed,” Jason said, pulling the blanket over you. “Whatever you need I can get for you.”

“I want cereal,” you said, crossing your arms.

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Well, You Took Your Time

Originally posted by wallmanhere

Requested: Yes, by a very lovely anon

Pairings: Barry Allen x Reader (platonic, unless you squint really, really hard)

Warnings: Kidnapped!Reader

Word Count: 1,214

A/N: I hope that you guys enjoy another Barry fic, I can’t wait for this movie, why is it so far away??

“So you see, my dear, you are the exact pressure point I needed to hit in order to lure The Flash out of hiding.”

You held in a groan, wishing that this whack-job would just shut up and get on with whatever torture he had planned. He had been ranting on about how The Flash would never let you get hurt, but you were honestly starting to doubt this guy’s sanity even more, which is saying something.

You had met The Flash once, when he stopped some mugger from taking off with your purse. But honestly, that was no reason to think that he would show up again. But this guy somehow got it into his twisted mind that you were the ‘key to everything’.

As far as you could tell, this guy had been rambling for the better part of five minutes, and it didn’t seem like he was going to stop anytime soon. You struggled against the ropes, hoping that they would at least loosen enough for you to regain feeling in your hands, but it didn’t seem to be doing any good.

However enthusiastic this guy was about capturing you, he wasn’t exactly taking every precaution he could have. He simply tied your hands and feet together, and forced you to sit in a chair. If you could just get your hands loosened, you might be able to untie the rope around your feet and attempt making a run for it. At this point, anything seemed better than waiting for the fastest man alive, who seemed to be running late.

Eventually, the man’s loud speech broke through the mental barrier you had attempted to put up in order to block out the rest of his ridiculous ramblings. Regrettably, it seemed that you could only hold him off for so long, until his speech broke through again.

“You have known The Flash for so long,” the man said, stepping closer to you and grabbing your chin in his hands. “How could you have been so blind?”

“I have no idea what you are talking about,” you said, meeting your captor’s eyes. You knew that reasoning with him wasn’t going to do you much good, but it couldn’t hurt to try. “I met The Flash once, but I only met him for a few minutes. He probably doesn’t even remember me.” You insisted.

“My dear, dear Y/N,” he muttered finally releasing your chin from his hand and resuming his pacing around the room. “You are perhaps the most clueless girl to have ever stumbled into my hands.” You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. To say that you had stumbled into his hands was an exaggeration. He had knocked you out on your walk back to your apartment. When you got out of this, you were going to make someone walk you home, or at least take a cab.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a spark of light, but you quickly dismissed it, deciding that it was a trick of the light. You knew that this wasn’t going to end well, especially because The Flash had neglected to show up. But, after spotting the light second time, you felt your heart begin to pound.

Did he really come for you? It seemed implausible, but the kernel of hope in your stomach said otherwise. However, it was pretty hard to doubt him when a flash of lightening lit up the room, and a man in a red suit appeared in front of you.

You couldn’t help the grin that broke out onto your face as he made quick work of untying the rope around your hands and feet. He signaled you to be quiet, before scooping you into his arms and in the blink of an eye, you were outside of the warehouse the man had taken you to.

“I’ll be right back.” The superhero insisted, before zooming back into the building. A few minutes and three streaks of lightening later, The Flash was standing in front of you.

“I don’t know how I can even thank you.” you said, looking him up and down. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but something was definitely familiar about him.

“You don’t need to thank me, but why don’t I take you home?” he said, moving to pick you up again. “Ill feel better once your safe in your apartment again.”

Before you could tell him where you lived, you were standing in your living room. “How, how did you know where I lived?” you asked, glancing around at the familiar surroundings.

You were nearly certain before that you didn’t know him, but now it seemed impossible that he was a stranger.

“Well, I” he stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just thought that, um.”

You crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow at him. It was the same look that you gave your best friend Barry when he was trying to lie to you.

When the stuttering started and he was rubbing his neck, you knew that your best friend since childhood wasn’t telling the truth. Wait a second…

“Barry?” you asked quietly, moving towards him. It didn’t feel possible, but, looking at him again, he was about the same height, they had similar voices and, those eyes. You would know them anywhere.

Tentatively, you reached up to his helmet, and when he didn’t jerk away, you slowly lifted it to reveal the face of Barry Allen, your most trusted friend.

Immediately, he launched into an apology, trying to explain. “I didn’t want to tell you, because I thought that I was going crazy. And then when I finally figured out what was going on, I was already starting to accumulate enemies and then I figured that I didn’t want you to get hurt because I love you and I never wanted anything to happen to you and I just-”

He paused when he felt your hand gripping his shoulder, signaling him to relax. “Barry, I’m not angry.” You said quietly.

“But, I lied.” He said. You could hear the sadness in his voice, along with a twinge of confusion.

“I know, you said, stepping into him and placing your arms around his shoulders. “But you came, didn’t you.” you didn’t wait for an answer before continuing. “When that man had me and I was in danger, you showed up. You saved me from that man, Barry, and that’s all that matters. I know that you were trying to protect me, and because of that.” You released him from the hug to look into his eyes, pouring as much meaning as you could into your next few words, “all I can say is thank you.”  

“I was really scared tonight.” He said, looking down at the floor. “I thought that I was going to lose you.”
“Me too Bar.” You say quietly, ducking down, so that his eyes met yours. “But you found me, didn’t you?” All that he could do was nod.

“Well then, problem solved.” You said with a small smile, hoping that he would return it.

Your heart soared when the corners of his mouth turned up in the smallest of smiles. Even though it was small, you knew that it was a big victory.