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The Perfect Match
Roy Harper x Reader
Summary: A head cannon in which you are Roy’s perfect match.
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Independence
Throughout Roy’s developmental years, he was always treated with excessive handholding, rules and over exertion of authority.
This has led Roy to feel resentful of constraints.
In his former years, Roy relished the freedom and exercising autonomy through the Outlaws.
Roy really appreciates the sense of freedom you give in your relationship.
Roy: “Would you be upset if I cancel our date tonight? Jason’s back in town.”
You were fully dressed up, ready for your hot date.
Y/n: “Nope.”
And you really meant it.
You took advantage of your hot fit and took yourself on a date.
The flexibility you give him is one of the key factors to your loving relationship.
Adventurous Spirit
Given Roy has spent most of his free time training and practicing the art of archery, Roy needs a romantic partner who shares the passion of adventure.
Roy: “Wow… I never seen anyone shoot the ground when the target is only 5 meters away.
Y/n: “I was just testing the bow resistance…”
Roy: “Uh-huh…”
Whilst you may not be the most talented archer or most fit individual. You are always keen to try and participate.
Your enthusiasm to do better is infectious and Roy just loves and appreciates your willingness to try and do better, especially when it comes to his interests.
Y/n: “Roy did you see, did you see?! I hit the outer ring!”
Supportive and Empathetic
Roy has had to endure many hardships throughout his developmental years which has plagued him every so often during his adult hood such as;
Addiction issues - not only does Roy have past entanglements with addictions which leads him to live a clean life. He had developed a critical eye for intentions, as a trusted friend was the cause to his addiction. Now, Roy analyses everything for deeper motivations. That’s just the result of the trauma and it’s a the reality in which you had accept. Whilst it can be insulting and exhausting to be under the microscope, you always speak your mind freely and bluntly.
Relationship dynamic of being in a team - it’s a struggle for Roy to build trust in others due to his past experiences. He has trouble letting people in, but once your in, you most certainly not getting out. You appreciate the value in which Roy holds you and makes you feel extra safe and comfortable knowing that Roy, no matter what, will always be there for you.
Responsibility as a hero - Roy has had to endure the heavy burden of protecting society as nothing more than a well trained human. Society is never short of criticism and Roy is hard on himself enough as it is. This can lead to feeling emotionally and physically strained. Roy cannot handle the criticism of his short comings when it comes to his romantic entanglements too.
Roy: “Y/n, baby, I’m so sorry I missed your birthday party, it’s just, this woman, and her child-“
Y/n: “Roy! I had the best birthday ever! I took lots of photos, so you could see it all when you finished your patrol. But we can do that later, do you want me to draw you a bath? Have you eaten yet?”
Roy: *pant* “aren’t you-“ *pant* “upset with me?”
Y/n: “Don’t be a silly goose, I know you wouldn’t miss anything intentionally, must’ve been really important. We’ve been together for years, think I don’t know you by now?”
Sense of Humor
Even in the hardest of times, it’s at times easier to just have a laugh.
Roy appreciates that you don’t take difficult situations to seriously and just have a laugh with him.
Roy thinks your extra-adorable since you kept notes on his funniest one-liners.
"Some days, I wish I was a firefighter. All you have to worry about is fire."
"We're supposed to be professionals, yet here we are, running around in spandex, talking to ourselves."
"All these costume changes, and I'm still trying to figure out my life."
In a crowd full of hero’s your laughter amongst the dead silence is always appreciated.
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mossy-paws · 11 days
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Slingshot! (PHIGHTING! Mermaid au)
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Fish,,, flying fish Shot,,, get it because he can walk on air
next one is boombox!
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detectiveforfree · 1 year
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old timey pet-nicknames
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kazuko-stuff · 15 days
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Mommy
Warning: just a crack idea based on the mommy meme
Wally: How do you feel of boys calling girls mommy
Dick: so if girls can us daddy
Roy: so why can’t we call each other daddy
Dick: No, mommy! You know what I meant
Wally: you can call me mommy anytime
Roy: I as well
Dick: Wally, you being mommy, in your dreams
Roy: and you think you can be daddy
Dick: I am the most handsome
*All three continuing chatting*
Y/n: hey guys, ready for smash bros
Dick: oh hey mommy
Y/n,Roy, Wally: ……
Y/N: WHAT!!!!
Dick: 😏
Y/N: Hey baby
Dick: 😳
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lesbianspeedy · 23 days
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Mia Dearden in Green Arrow Vol. 3 #2 // Snow Angel by Reneé Rapp
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turtleblogatlast · 8 months
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Love when people make the Prison Dimension essentially Rise Leo’s version of 2007 Leo’s jungle
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Old Enemies and Old Friends
Pairing: Jason Todd (version unspecified) x F!Reader
Warnings: kidnapping, injury, mentions of death, violent death
Word count: 3384
A/N: Here’s part 12 of castle of glass! This took a lot longer than I thought it would, but my ADHD has been playing hell all week. Hopefully the next one won’t take as long, and I hope you like it!!
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Thirty-two hours.
Jason glanced at the clock on his helmet dash before forcing him to look away again. Y/N had been with the Joker for thirty-two hours. He was trying really hard not to think about the fact that he had been with the clown for less than two before he got bored of beating him and set the bomb timer going.
He forced himself to breath and think logically. If she was dead, the Joker would have told them by now. He liked to rub that kind of thing in their faces. But if she wasn’t dead…
Stop it.
He took another deep breath and ticked the current warehouse off his list. He didn’t have many buildings left to check. Dick had temporarily run off to deal with a gang shootout, after insisting Jason keep searching without him for a while. Dick had told him he was planning on calling several of the titans in, but he’d been called away before Jason could ask who. Jason had mixed feelings about them getting involved because he hadn’t exactly had the best experiences with any of them, before and after his death. But he knew they were as protective over Y/N as Dick was, so he wasn’t going to say no if they wanted to help out.
A flash of movement caught his eye as he stepped out of the abandoned warehouse.
He flexed his fingers over the guns strapped to his thighs as he stepped forward. But he wrenched his hands away as he laid eyes on the small kid crammed into the gap between the wall and a dumpster, clearly trying to be as small as possible.
“Hey, kid. What’cha doing here?” He relaxed his posture and crouched down, trying to seem as non-threatening as possible given he was now taller than Bruce and almost as broad; sometimes he really missed being Robin.
“You’re Red Hood.” The kid was shaking slightly, but he kept his eyes on Jason as he nodded. “You help people.”
“I try to.” Jason said as softly as he could through the voice modulator. He watched as the kid chewed his lip but made no room to say anything else, so he spoke up instead. “Do you need my help?”
The kid nodded. “Some men hurt my friends. We sleep in the old theatre because it’s dry and the costumes are all still there for warmth. But the men found us and hurt some of my friends.”
The edge of Jason’s vision tinged green. He thought he had made himself clear a few months back when the police tried to bar the homeless kids in the Bowery from sleeping there. That was Red Hood’s turf and those particular kids were under his protection. The kid in front of him couldn’t have been older than twelve, and he deserved somewhere relatively safe and warm to sleep.
Jason really wanted to punch someone. “Did you get the officers names?”
“They weren’t police officers.” The kid said.
Jason felt as if someone had punched him in the stomach.
Could it…
No…
In the middle of his territory…
Surely not even the fucking clown was that suicidal…
He took a deep breath, ignoring the pit once again as it tried to take over. “Okay, kid, I’ll deal with it. There’s a shelter on Cross Street, you take your friends there and tell the woman behind the desk that Red Hood sent you.” He pulled a small red token out of his pocket and handed it over to the kid. “Just give her that and she’ll set you up.”
The kid nodded and scurried off.
Jason pulled out his phone and shot Dick a quick text before setting off in the direction of the theatre.
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It was easier than he thought it would be for Jason to slip in through a hole in the theatres roof. That should have been his first indication that something was wrong. But green had started clawing its way to the front of his mind at the mere thought of getting his hands on the clown, making him more reckless than he would normally be.
He crept through the decaying attic and jumped down onto the first floor, his boots hitting the carpet with a dull thud. He had been to the theatre once before it shut with his mom. He didn’t know how Catherine had managed to scrape together the money, even if it was just a low budget version of A Midsomer’s Night Dream. It was still one of his best memories, just him and his mom before she got really bad. Before she finally gave up and chose the drugs over Jason.
He shook his head, choosing to focus on the green instead, and kept moving forward.
He could hear voices coming from the stage area and silently walked towards the stairs he remembered that should lead him to the backstage area. He stepped onto the carpet at the bottom of the stairs and knew something was wrong, the floor just felt off. But as he moved his other foot down nothing seemed to happen, so he put it down to rotten wood and he started moving forward.
He made it half way down the corridor before his head started feeling funny. Three more steps before he stumbled. One more before he fell to his knees and started realising something was really wrong.
Some form of gas was his first thought. But his helmet had a filtration system. Not if someone planned for that, his brain reminded him. He crawled forward another metre, trying to think of a plan.
Then the laughing started.
Manic, echoing laughter poured down the corridor and suddenly Jason was fifteen again and the carpet under him was actually concrete and the walls were further away.
“Poor excuse for the cavalry, aren’t you, birdie?” The voice that haunted his nightmares cackled. “I bet this was not what the other little birdie was hoping for when she sent that distress signal.”
Distress signal?
“Oh, well, she’ll find out soon enough.”
Before Jason could think about anything in more detail, the crowbar connected with his helmet.
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Jason couldn’t supress the groan as he woke up. His entire body felt stiff and his head was throbbing in the dull way it did whenever someone hit him over the head while he was still wearing his helmet. But the fuzziness told him he had also been drugged with something, and that never boded well for what was to come.
“Finally back with us, birdie?”
Jason didn’t have time to answer before two sets of hands yanked him upright. It took him a solid minute to resist the urge to puke because he realised he was still wearing his helmet, even if it had shattered on one side.
Muffled, angry protests drew his attention and he finally managed to crack his eyes open to take in his surroundings. They were on the raised platform that used to be the stage, although now it was just rotting boards, and there were two guys on either side of him, still holding his arms. But that was not his priority when his eyes caught a flash of purple.
Y/N was on her knees about six feet in front of him with the Joker standing behind her. She was gagged and there was a piece of rope wound around her neck that he had a horrible feeling connected to where her hands were bound behind her back. The bruising starting to come out around her neck confirmed his theory. There was blood on the left side of her head and a bruise on her cheekbone that looked at least a day old so he knew those were from when she had been grabbed.
But it was the fresh blood running down her left leg from the middle of her thigh that worried him the most. Her jeans were missing and something had been carved into her thigh. From this distance he couldn’t make it out under the hem of the oversized shirt of his she had stolen yesterday morning, but he had a feeling he knew what it was and it made his vision tint green.
“Get away from her.” He rasped out, struggling to make his voice work as he looked up at the clown.
The Joker’s face split into his awful grimace of a smile and he stroked a hand through Y/N’s hair roughly, clearly not caring if it got caught. She flinched away and the hand clamped down, keeping her where she was. But she kept her eyes on Jason, looking concerned, like she wasn’t the one with the psycho murderer standing behind her.
The Joker laughed, tipping Y/N’s head back and Jason could tell by the choking sound she made that she had tried to move her hands without thinking about the rope around her throat. “Not much of a rescue team, is he, little bird?”
Distress signal.
The Joker’s words in the hall came back to him and he tried not to show the surprise on his face. He said Y/N sent out a distress signal. But it hadn’t been to him. Of course not, she had to have codes with Dick, ways of sending messages without anyone being able to tell what they said. Which meant Jason had walked into a trap that wasn’t meant for him, and Dick still had a chance. Knowing golden boy, he’d be a lot more careful than Jason had been, which meant he just had to keep the clown’s attention until then.
He took a deep breath, well aware of the implications of what he was about to say, but he just needed the Joker to let Y/N go.
“You know, I never did answer for which hurt more.”
Y/N’s eyes went wide and she started screaming something illegible through the gag, but the Joker’s smile grew and he let her go. She fell onto her side, her eyes focused on him, still shaking her head as the Joker stepped forward with the crowbar.
Jason closed his eyes and begged whoever might be watching over him that Nightwing wouldn’t be as late as Batman was.
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As always, Dick didn’t disappoint.
The Joker only managed four hits before something exploded and they heard people shouting. The men holding him dropped his arms and drew their guns. Jason let himself slump and slipped the hidden knife out of his boot while none of them were looking.
“I wonder which birdie that is.” The Joker laughed and walked towards the edge of the stage.
Jason took his chance and stabbed the guy on his left in the calf as he swept the legs out from under the guy on the right. He dived over the guy on the floor, ignoring the horrible twinge in his most likely broken ribs, and used his body as a shield against the others gunshots before grabbing the now dead guys gun for himself. From there it took almost no effort to drop the other guy.
But when he turned in the direction of the clown, he found empty space.
“Fuck.” He croaked out, his voice sounding worse than before.
He turned back to Y/N as the shouts got closer; the clown could wait.
They were too exposed on the stage so he sliced through the rope connecting the one around her throat to her hands and ignored her muffled protests as he threw her over his shoulder. He kept the gun up as he moved towards the backstage area. Y/N went limp on his shoulder, clearly accepting this was how he was moving them somewhere safer.
He kicked open the first door he came across and strode into what looked like on old dressing room once he had made sure it was clear. He set Y/N down on the floor as gently as he could, trying not to jostle her leg too much, and then pulled off the shattered remains of his helmet before cutting her wrists free. He barely had time to pull the gag out of her mouth before she threw her arms around him.
“We’re okay.” He said, giving himself one minute to just hold her.
But she pulled back before he could, her hands immediately moving to his face. “You’re bleeding.”
“Not as much as you.” He said, catching her wrists below the skin the ropes had rubbed raw and bruised. But her leg was what was worrying him.
“I’m fine.” She said, moving to cover it with the oversized shirt before he could take a proper look at it.
“Sweetheart, nothing ‘fine’ bleeds that much.” He pulled a pressure bandage out of his utility belt, well aware he didn’t have enough for her leg, wrists and neck. “I need to wrap it so we can get out of here.”
She nodded and moved her hands away. “Okay.”
He shifted forward to get a better look and his entire vision went green in the way it hadn’t in a long time. He was aware his eyes had changed and his breathing was uneven, but it was hard to get it under control when the psycho had decided to carve a goddamn J deep enough in her leg that there was no way it wouldn’t scar.
“Jay.” Y/N said softly. “Jason, breathe.”
He forced a lungful of air into his chest and exhaled slowly, forcing the green back, but leaving it thrumming under the surface for when he got his hands on the clown.
“I’m okay.” He said once the green had retreated enough that he could see his surroundings again. Her hands were on his face again, her thumbs gently stroking over his cheekbones and he let it ground him before he turned back to the task at hand and started wrapping her leg up. “You got a message to Dick.”
“We have a code. That’s why he thought it was meant for you.” She said. “You didn’t come with him?”
“We were looking together, then he got called away for a gang shootout. A street kid told me about some bad men here, thought I’d check it out. I walked into the trap he set for Dick.” He told her as he finished tying off the bandage.
Y/N opened her mouth to say something, but she cut off as they heard footsteps in the corridor. Jason met her eyes before wordless standing, placing himself firmly in between her and the door, and raising the gun in his hand.
The door was kicked open, slamming against the wall with a bang, and Jason found himself staring down the shaft of a military grade arrow.
“Speedy?” Y/N asked and Jason glanced down to see her peering around his legs.
“Well, you both look like shit.” Roy Harper said, dropping his bow and striding into the room before pulling Jason into a hug like everything that had happened since he ran away hadn’t happened.
Jason let himself relax into it and wrapped his free arm around Roy. “You got any bandages, Harper?”
“Who do you think I am? Course I’ve got bandages.” Roy pulled back and dropped down in front of Y/N. “How you doing, WarGames?”
“You know I’ve never actually hacked the military, right?” Y/N said, offering her wrists to Roy as the archer pulled several rolls of bandages out of his belt. “Dick got my message.”
“Of course he did. Him and Donna are handling the goon squad.” Roy moved to bandage her neck as Jason shrugged out of his leather jacket.
“The clown?” Jason asked, helping Y/N into the jacket as Roy stood back up.
“Dick went after him.” Roy said, his eyes dropping to the gun in Jason’s thigh holster.
Jason chose to ignore the look and turned back to Y/N. “Can you walk?”
“I think so.” She took his offered hand and let him pull her up. Her leg shook slightly, but she stayed standing.
Jason turned to Roy, keeping his hand in Y/N’s, and nodded. Roy drew his bow again and started walking back the way they had came. Jason drew his gun and followed, keeping one step ahead of Y/N in case anything decided to jump out at them.
“Nightwing! Stop! Nightwing!” Donna’s shouts were cut up with the sounds of gunfire and fighting. “Nightwing! Stop! Dick!”
Jason started running before he even realised what he was doing, but nothing could have prepared him for the scene that greeted him.
Donna was subduing the last of the Joker’s men in what used to be the dress circle, still calling for Dick to stop in between punches. Dick was on the floor at the edge of the stage, repeatedly punching the person on the floor underneath him. The sight of the purple suit was enough to stop Jason in his tracks. For some reason his brain was struggling to comprehend the sight of his brother with blood soaked gloves and his murderer lying on the floor with a broken face.
“Dick!” Y/N moved before Jason or Roy could stop her and caught Dick’s arm before he could throw another punch. “Dickie?” She said softly.
Dick looked up at her before turning to look at the bloody mess underneath him. Jason spotted the exact moment Dick realised what he’d done; his entire face crumpled and his breathing picked up. But Jason still couldn’t make his legs work, he just stared as Y/N pulled Dick away and wrapped her arms around him as he collapsed to the floor.
Roy shot him a look as he walked towards the Joker, but he didn’t seem to expect Jason to move. Dick’s face had gone blank and he didn’t give any indication he was hearing any of the soft reassurances Y/N was whispering in his ear as she ran her fingers through his hair. Roy took a shuddering breath as he stood back up and met Y/N’s eyes. The shake of Roy’s head broke the last of Jason’s composure and he dropped to his knees, unable to take his eyes off the bloody mess of the Joker’s face.
It was over.
The clown was never going to hurt anyone again.
But it shouldn’t have been Dick.
Jason didn’t even care that someone had got to the clown before him, the only thing he cared about was the fact that it was Dick. Bruce’s golden boy, the one of them who always believed in Bruce’s one rule more than anyone else.
“Jay. Jason. Jason!”
He snapped his head round to find Roy had gone to help Donna secure the Joker’s guys and Y/N was looking at him.
“Jay, he’s bleeding.” Y/N said, looking more panicked than before. It took him far too long to realise she wasn’t talking about the Joker, that the fresh blood on her hand was coming from Dick’s side.
“Shit.” He forced himself to move and dropped down next to her.
Dick was still staring blankly at the wall, Y/N being the only thing keeping him upright. He didn’t move as Jason started prodding at his side.
“What’s wrong?” Donna asked as her and Roy walked over, both of them pointedly ignoring the body on the floor.
“He’s been stabbed through one of his suit joins.” Jason said, taking the roll of gauze Roy offered and pressing it against Dick’s side.
“You two get him out of here. There’s a car outside and both of you clearly need medical attention as well.” Donna said.
“The bats-”
Donna cut Jason off. “We’ll handle it.”
Jason studied her for a moment and then nodded; he could tell she was thinking the same thing he was. None of them knew how Bruce was going to react. Roy passed him the car keys and he managed to get Dick standing as Y/N kept pressure on his side. He let himself take one last look at the bloody mess that used to be the Joker before leading them to the exit.
Part 13
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royboyfanpage · 11 days
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AU where Mia was introduced before Ollie died and Connor's Green Arrow run had Speedy Mia
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dollwritesarchive · 1 year
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If you’re still taking DC blurb requests, would you be able to write Roy and the reader making a sex tape? I can totally see him being on a power trip over the idea of getting to watch back how pathetic you get for him even when he’s away on long missions (and maybe even show it off to some of his friends).
𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, exhibitionism ( via being recorded ), very mild choking, praise, suggested dacryphilia, all characters featured are 18+
𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ i love love love this idea, and i’m high af writing it so i HOPE it turns out okay. do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there are probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3
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“Smile wide for the camera, pretty girl…” Roy was moaning against your ear, and you push back against his deep, slow thrust. he was only teasing you because he knew it would coax those cute, little whines in the form of his name from your lips, and push your lower tier out in a pout. he knew that by teasing, he could get those adorable puppy dog eyes.
pressing his entire weight into your back, one arm stretches out to retrieve his phone; it had been propped up on the bedside table, aimed at your face. Roy needed every angle of your visage possible— he had to see how your countenance twisted in pleasure played back to him, so when he was halfway across the world, he could imagine his fist was your perfect pussy.
you mewl in response to being pinned against the mattress, and tilt your head to follow the camera as he pulled it closer, his other hand creeping around your throat to rest there. with a low grunt, Roy rocks his hips when you smile, drunken on pleasure, and he nibbles on your earlobe. “You look so damn cute like this,” he’s breathing hot and heavy in your ear, “Taking me deep in that soft, warm cunt a’ yours. Taking care of me like this. Feels so good, doesn’t it?”
you roll your head back, and it was a partial nod, and you allow the moan to spill out amidst a shaky gasp, “Fuck! Yes, Roy… Mm, feels good!”
Roy moans, husky, with pure euphoric delight, and shoves the phone into your hands so he can use his now freed extremity to reach under your body. “Talk to the camera, baby girl, tell me how much you love it.” his hand slips between your hips, blindly seeking your netherlips and rubs around until he finds your clit, pressing it tight between two fingers.
it was difficult to keep the camera from shaking, especially when he pressed and scraped against your swollen button, but you held on to the phone with both hands, trying your best to keep your eyes on the camera, and you whine. “Oh, god, Roy, I love it when you fuck me just like this!” you hoped you were close enough to the microphone to keep the sounds of him pounding hard into your slick from drowning you out. “S—so fucking deep in my ti—ight, little pussy! I’m about… I’m about to cum, please don’t stop!”
to your surprise, his fingers tighten around your throat, and you can’t help yourself: your eyes cross at the sensation of him choking you and fucking you this hard. “Roy!” you croak, back arching hard.
“Keep calling for me,” he whispers through grit teeth, using the very tips of his fingers to push at your cheek and turn your attention to him. you had to look halfway over your shoulder, but his head hovers there, and you trade hot breath, swallowing his moans and he swallowing yours when he locks your lips in a sloppy kiss, “you’re such a good fucking girl when the camera turns on.” he slurs against your lips, and you whine for him, nodding to every syllable. “And you’d better get ready, pretty girl, because I’m gonna make you cum ‘till you’re in tears just so I can show the rest of the Titans just how much of a cute, little crybaby you are when I pound this pussy.”
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whatiswhump · 2 months
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Whumper kidnaps Whumpee, not realizing they were on psychiatric meds, thus inadvertently cutting them off.
They're horrified watching Whumpee go into withdrawals- anger, mood swings, vomiting, unable to sleep, agitation, losing touch with reality rapidly.
Whumper wanted to have some fun... not... this. They’ve barely even touched them yet!
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green-tea-lemonade · 3 months
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Your solnep gives me life <3
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give power!!! give life!!!
a powerhouse of a duo!!!
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alltheliars · 5 months
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do you think travis watches live streams of the eras tour
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cuethe-laughtrack · 1 year
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What would probably happen if you put a group of teen superhero’s together with no adult supervision. They have no impulse control and so much angst please help them
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dc-and-arfrona · 10 months
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Jealousy
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Roy Harper x Gn!Reader
Summary: Roy gets a lil jelly and wants reassurance
Word Count: 800+
Type: Fluff
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The late evening breeze rustled through the streets of Gotham City as Roy Harper leaned against a lamppost, his arms crossed tightly across his chest. His emerald eyes followed the familiar figure of Y/N, his partner and the love of his life, as they conversed with Nightwing near the entrance of the Batcave. A knot of jealousy tightened in Roy's stomach, threatening to unravel his usually composed demeanor.
Y/N's laughter reached Roy's ears, and he watched as Nightwing flashed them a charismatic smile. Roy clenched his jaw, his grip on the lamppost tightening. He knew Nightwing was their friend, and he trusted Y/N completely, but the lingering doubt within him grew louder.
Unable to bear the distance any longer, Roy pushed himself off the lamppost and strode toward Y/N and Nightwing. His heart pounded in his chest as he approached, his emotions a tangled mess.
"Hey, Y/N," Roy called out, trying to sound casual despite the turmoil inside him.
Y/N turned around, a warm smile lighting up their face. "Hey, Roy! You made it. Nightwing and I were just catching up."
Roy's gaze flickered to Nightwing, who nodded in greeting. Anger flared within him, mixing with his jealousy. He clenched his fists, fighting to keep his voice steady. "Yeah, seems like you're having a great time," he said, his words laced with a hint of bitterness.
Y/N's expression shifted, confusion clouding their features. "Roy, what's wrong?" they asked, concern seeping into their voice.
Roy took a deep breath, struggling to control the surge of emotions within him. "It's just... seeing you spend so much time with Nightwing lately, it's been eating at me," he admitted, his voice tinged with frustration. "I feel like I'm constantly in his shadow, like I'm not enough for you."
Y/N's eyes widened, their concern deepening. They reached out to touch Roy's arm, their voice gentle. "Roy, please understand. Nightwing is an old friend, but you are the one I love," they reassured him, their eyes searching his for understanding. "You're more than enough. Your strength, loyalty, and love mean everything to me."
Roy's anger began to dissipate, giving way to a mix of sadness and vulnerability. "I just hate feeling like this," he confessed, his voice tinged with regret. "I hate that jealousy and anger are consuming me. I don't want it to ruin what we have."
Y/N's touch became more comforting, their voice filled with understanding. "It's okay to feel jealous, Roy. It's a natural emotion. What matters is how we address it and communicate with each other," they explained, their tone soothing. "I'm here for you, and I want us to work through this together."
Roy's shoulders sagged, the weight of his emotions pressing down on him. "I don't want to lose you," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
Y/N's grip tightened, their voice filled with determination. "You won't lose me, Roy. We'll navigate these tangled emotions together," they vowed. "Let's be open and honest with each other, addressing our insecurities and building a stronger foundation for our relationship."
Roy nodded, a mixture of gratitude and relief flooding his heart. In that moment, he understood that his fears were unfounded and that Y/N's love was unwavering. Together, they would face their emotions head-on, knowing that their love would guide them through any storm.
Embracing Y/N tightly, Roy allowed himself to be vulnerable, finding solace in their presence. They stood there, in the quiet corner of the Batcave, finding strength in each other's arms.
And with that embrace, they embarked on a journey of self-discovery, knowing that their love would conquer the jealousy and anger that had momentarily clouded their hearts.
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anouri · 26 days
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im a slow writer bc i stare off into the distance and imagine the entire chapter and then go shit i should write that down and begin typing in the word doc and then i accidentally stare into the word doc and imagine the entire chapter and then go shit i should write that down and—
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yourmomxx · 1 year
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Kaldur’ahm: Do you ever want to talk about your feelings, Roy?
Roy Harper: No.
Wally West: I do!
Kaldur’ahm: I know, Wally.
Wally West: I’m sad.
Kaldur’ahm: I know, Wally.
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