Supermarket Flowers

Supermarket Flowers

Pairings: Jason Todd x Roy Harper x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None, It is safe for work

Word count: 649

This was an Anon request! 💕

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Clink. Clink. Clink. Of course out of all of the trollies the store had available this morning you had to pick the one with a sticky, noisy wheel. Of course the day you ended up with an annoying trolley, was today. You weren’t in the best of moods, Roy and Jason had promised you that they would assist you with grocery shopping this week. But, the two of them had stayed out late on patrol and crawled into bed during the early morning as the autumnal sun began to rise. The only response you were able to gain from them were inaudible groans and sleepy mumbles said into pillows as you left through the front door. 

Holding your quickly scribbled slightly crumpled shopping list in one hand as you went up and down the aisles getting everything as quickly as you could, you didn’t have a tolerance for people today. That is when it happened. She had stepped out in front of you. 

A female shopper had stepped out from behind a display of spicy mayonnaise that was on discount and you’d accidentally hit her with your trolley, hard enough to bruise her hip. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry! Are you okay!? I didn’t see you” You quickly gasp out and stare at the lady, holding onto the handle of the trolley tightly as she just stands in silence. Seething. 

Suddenly she just bursts out at you, screaming, acting as if you had hit her with a car. A crowd begins to gather to nosey at the commotion that was building up. A few members of staff coming to try to calm her as hot tears stung your eyes. You take a shaky deep breath in to try to stop them from overflowing as you feel a strong hand on your shoulder. Giving a comforting squeeze that seeped familiarity, soothing the burning in your chest that made you feel sick.

As you look over your shoulder you see Jason there, smiling at you apologetically with Roy standing close at your side, glaring at the attention seeker. “She didn’t do it on purpose” Jason said sternly as Roy seemed to disappear out of the aisle, having to walk through a small group of people who quickly parted to get out of his way. As the woman became defensive and started shouting louder Jason wrapped his arm around your shoulders, leading you away from the confrontation and into a different aisle. Once you were alone he cupped your face with both of his rough calloused hands and used his thumbs to gently wipe away the tears that had began to trickle down your face. “Oh, Darlin’. We’re sorry we weren’t here…we promised you we’d be here and we weren’t”

“It’s okay Jay, I understand, you were both tired. It’s not like the two of you had been out drinking…you were working” You say quietly as he continues to gently run his thumbs back and forth against your cheeks “No, No its not okay. We promised you’d we’d help this week” He said as he moved to continue guiding you further away from the woman, who was still loudly causing chaos for the underpaid workers.

As you round a corner out of an aisle close to the tills you see Roy putting a receipt in his back pocket. Picking up three different bunches of flowers from the bagging area as he nodded a polite thanks to the old lady manning the toll he had used. Spotting you and Jay his face lit up before he sheepishly shuffled over. Offering you the three bouquets as Jason softly moved your hands off of the trolley handle for him to take over pushing it. “I Uh…didn’t know which one you’d prefer…so I got you all three. We love you, sweetheart”

HELLFIRE ISN’T HOT ENOUGH

MAFIA! JASON TODD X READER

Warnings: F! Reader. fxf sexual relations, voyeurism, swinging (?)

↳ SMUT Fic ::  My reader is a spoiled brat that gets spoiled. 

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The satin blood-red dress clung to your figure as you fidgeted with the diamond collar that spelled Princess in big bold letters. The valet held your door open greeting you with a cordial smile and an outstretched hand. 

Heels at the courtesy of Christian Louboutin clicked on the pavement as you linked your arm with Jason’s, entering through the back entrance of the club.

Nights in Gotham this quiet were a rarity, the patrons that loitered around the corner quelling their cigarettes gave Jason a nod of acknowledgment as he held the door open for you. 

Tonight was meant to be an important business transaction for him, he didn’t share the details to which you didn’t pry because frankly, the situation didn’t pique your interest. He just needed you here for good luck, or so he says. 

 As the gentlemen spoke in hushed tones over whisky and ice, you noted the mostly empty venue and abandoned stripper poles as the ladies had all gone home for the night. 

In an attempt for entertainment, you stealthily ran a hand up Jason’s inner thigh only for him to shoot you an unamused glare, “Will you die if I don’t pay attention to you for five minutes?” You huffed in response.

A half an hour passed before in walked your favorite couple, Kori in a skin-tight purple mini dress and Roy dressed as if he’s in witness protection. Roy took a seat with the men intensely listening as they caught him up, and you stood to greet Kori. 

After the embrace she pushed your hair out of your face and stared at your cleavage; “You make the dress look good” She said with a smirk. 

The dynamic between you, Jason, Kori, and Roy was quite simple; you were two pairs of couples that enjoyed hooking up with each other from time to time. It was casual and fun, they were close enough to feel like family and most importantly, Jason trusted them both. 

When the men had to go out of town you and Kori had to find ways to entertain yourselves. Her - being far bolder initiated and with Jason’s permission, the rest was history. 

You may wear the collar, but Jason was very much the one on a leash; He thought you could tilt the room with your beauty, actually, he knows you can, he’s seen you do it. The evening glow of the dimly lit room did nothing to hide that; you make it a point to flutter your lashes a few times for emphasis. To him at that moment, the glitter in your lip gloss sparkled like a million tiny stars. 

“Daddy, can I go play with Kori?” You posited, with a pout. 

Jason could never refuse any of your requests. 

Her enigmatic green eyes never left yours, walking you backward till your thigh hits the edge of the pool table. The 6tf bombshell ran a hand over your breasts, to your waist until she got a firm grip on your ass. 

The diamonds on your collar caught her eyes as she grabbed you by the neck with the other hand, and pulled you closer “Prettiest Princess I’ve ever seen” She declared with unparalleled confidence. 

She comes in close for a kiss and you take the opportunity to grab her tits and massage the soft flesh. The action elicited a delightful moan out of her, she tasted the same as she smelled - of cinnamon and green apples. Your touch was different from Roy’s or Jason’s, you could give her something they couldn’t. 

While Kori could have her pick of the litter when it comes to men, many were quick fucks or one-night stands. With women, she favors companionship the most.

Kori is fond of your dainty, soft-spoken nature as well as your bratty attitude. She could take you shopping, finger you in the dressing room, then send you home to Jason. She trusts you with her heart and values your advice. To her, you were a friend held in the highest regard. 

Kori’s fingers lingered on the soft material of your dress for a moment.  A clamorous sound tore through the room as she ripped the dress straight down your body, well that’s one way of getting it off you thought. “I thought I didn’t feel any panties under there, glad I was right,” She notes. “Yeah, I left it at home when I heard you were coming” you quipped back. 

She spread your legs until she was standing in between, watching in anticipation of what she’d do next. She got chest level with your pussy as she began to rub one of her tits between your dewy lips gathering your wetness on her nipple. 

She hosted one of your legs above her shoulder to help you chase the friction better. The world faded into a haze forcing you to concentrate on nothing but the feel of your clit grinding on her nipple and Ari Lennox’s pressure drifting haphazardly in the background. 

Kori’s massive tits were a blessing to humanity and she knew it. Looking down at her you were completely at her leniency, unblemished smooth skin burning hot with the color of the Sahara desert after it’s set ablaze by the evening sun. Bewitching emerald eyes like the saving grace of green in an oasis, and red waves that would make Medusa avoid her gaze in shame. 

The Tamarian crawled on the pool table, laid back motioning for you to sit on her face. You peeled her panties off as you scaled up her body and threw the well-used panties at Roy with a wink; he effortlessly caught it along with a whiff of her aroma. 

Thigh on each side, you lowered your clit to her mouth which she delicately began sucking. The redhead was a pro at this, Kori was a giver and her skillful tongue would have you undone in no time. 

It must have been quite the display because whatever meeting the men were in, came to an end. Jason, at the head of the table, now cradling his glass of whisky and ice enjoying the show. 

You held his gaze and pornographically moaned his name grabbing a fist full of fiery locks, deliberately pushing her further into your pussy.

Jason took that as an invasion and came over to you, without breaking eye contact he attached his lips to Kori’s nipple, savoring the last taste of you on her areola. Roy on the other hand had his jacket ready for this party of four to finish at home. 

As Kori got up, you and Jason both licked her clean of your juices and you whispered thank-yous between quick kisses on her soft lips, she deserved it after all. Your naked form was only clothed by the smear of Kori’s red lipstick on your pussy until Roy draped his jacket over your shoulder. He picks you up bridal style and kisses your forehead smiling tenderly, “Good girl.”

nocturnal.

pairing: bruce wayne x f!reader (or afab!reader)

summary: bruce wayne is a broken and bruised man. you’re the sweet healing that he needs. 

warning: minors dni! pwp, D/s dynamics, bondage, biting kink (kinda), masochism, whipping, oral (f!recieving and m!recieving), fingering, handjob, bruce wayne is a sad little man and i could fix him

word count: 3.4k 

a/n: huge shoutout to @sleepycapn​ for beta reading! this was a lot of fun to write, i hope y’all enjoy <33 and as always i’d love to hear your thoughts!!

There was something not quite right about Bruce Wayne. He was made of loss, his soul heavy and sullied by whatever secrets he carried.

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stranger things x older brother figure! rich! reader

a/n: to celebrate stranger things s4 vol 2 coming out today in a few hours, i’ve decided to give us all masc aligned people a treat before shit goes down, enjoy.

cw: contains some scenes from the series (not enough to spoil), mentioned homophobia & fragile masculinity, bullying scenario, messy cuz i just put whatever random shit pops up to my mind and im also writing this at 1:30 am, NOT PROOFREAD!!

depending on your personality, it’s either the group would see you as the “cool” brother like in the movies or the “annoying” brother in real life

as kids, you’d have to defend them against bullies, seniority scares majority of the kids.

but if they don’t want you to interfere, they’d just ask you on how to defend theirselves

tell them some witty comebacks

yeah i don’t think they can do it without it leading into a physical fight so you’d have to watch their back before it becomes one

spoil them! buy them action figures, comics, new set of dnd miniatures. they’d worship you…for 5 mins before hyper-focusing on that same item you bought for them

you’d be such a big help to joyce and jonathan if you decide to fund and help them with the will situation in s1

jonathan actually talked to you, also joyce’ll treat you as her other son

imagine having a platonic relationship with max, your relationship is the relationship she wishes she has with billy

billy would probably spite you for it (he’s jealous and doesn’t want to admit it lol)

oh, and the group would probably jokingly make you compete with steve for the “best mom older brother” award (dustin would also make eddie compete too if you’ve met each other already)

somehow, they’ll find a way to turn your words against you

okay. imagine s3, the vent scene with erica

m/n: alright. how much do you want, kid? hundred? thousand? a million bucks?

robin: you’re gonna offer, a child, a million? do you even have a million on-hand?

m/n, a rich teen: uh yeah??? 🧍

robin: okay, what the actual fu–!

if you’re part of the LGBTQIA+, and openly into men or in touch with your femininity. mike’s dad would try and tell mike to not be associated with you again (sorry but he reeks of homophobia and fragile masculinity)

remember that one scene in s4 (ep 5, 1:00:52) where he’s so salty at dustin and the gang for hanging out in their house? that but insert m/n there

mr. wheeler: –why not? take us for all we’re worth

dustin: oka–

*slam*

m/n: if you care so much about your money, then here’s a fucking stack. thank you so much for your hospitality”

mr. wheeler: *is baffled by the amount of cash a teen could have* how’d you get this money??

m/n: oh i’m actually am a stripper and i have a sugar daddy– of course, i worked for it, obviously. i have a job.

dustin: *whispering* holy fucking shit, you’re so cool

if you have “old rich” money than “hard earned” money, it’s the same thing but probably less “cooler” in their eyes

if not all of them, at least one would keep bugging you on what job you have to earn a lot of money

some would say, they’re still bugging what you do for a living ‘til today

Going Away to College

Pairing: rockstar!Billy Hargrove x fem!Reader

Summary: Billy is scared about his girlfriend leaving him on the road to go to college and can only express this to her through song. (Inspired by Going Away to College by Blink-182)

Or the one where Billy & Eddie live, become best friends and Billy joins Corroded Coffin which becomes super famous and he writes this song for you!

A/N: The Billy sending Max polaroids thing is inspired by the fact Dacre and his sister have twin owls for when he’s away so she feels close to him bc I thought that was fuckin cute.

Billy couldn’t contain you forever.

He knew it even when you told him that you’d come on the road with him as Corroded Coffin was taking off a couple of years ago. It wouldn’t be long before you needed your mind stretched. Sure, tour life was cool and it only improved as the band got more famous but you needed something more substantial.

By the end of two years, you decided it was time for you to get your shit together and finally go to college.

Billy was happy for you, of course. It wasn’t the end of the relationship. It’s just that he had went and chased his dream with your support, now it was time for you to go and chase yours. There were the usual promises of seeing each other on any weekends you could fly out to see him; spring, summer and winter breaks; and he would come back from tour or recording when the schedule permitted.

That didn’t mean he wasn’t terrified of not having you around. Eddie and the guys were fun but they always had their girlfriends with them. Billy was scared of getting lonely out on the road without you there to keep him warm at night.

Part of the enjoyment of touring the world was the making memories with you. Billy would take polaroids of you both at all of the world’s greatest landmarks and would write little notes on them. He sent the goofy ones to Max with postcards so she could feel close to you both and compiled a scrapbook of them all to show you when each tour was over.

He had kept the one of you both outside the Colosseum in Rome in his wallet because you were looking at each other and smiling in it. Rather than looking at the camera or the landmark with ancient prestigious history, you looked at each other with warmth and adoration. Without you, who was he going to share these moments with?

Still, he had to let you go.

He couldn’t get the words out to you about how he felt. It was funny; he could carve your name into his eye-wateringly expensive bass and be physically incapable of being anywhere near you without touching you. But talking to you to express his fear? Fuck, that was hard.

So, he did the only thing he knew how to do. He gathered a pen, a notepad and Eddie and sat down in a hotel room one day while you went sightseeing with Chrissy to write a song about his feelings.

Tonight was to be the night to premiere it, not only to the dedicated fans but to you. It was your last night on tour with them before leaving to start college.

To put it bluntly, Billy’s heart was in his stomach. Everything you did that day attracted his most stern fixation, savouring every moment of your presence before it was to be yanked away from him for months. Yet, he couldn’t find it in him to reveal this to you, despite your many attempts to get through to him.

“Are you sure there’s nothing wrong, baby?” You asked him sweetly as he took his traditional final smoke before the show.

“Positive, princess.” He replied shortly, exhaling an opaque cloud of smoke that almost hid his anxiety-ridden features. Almost.

“You know, if you wanna talk about me leaving, then we can…” You started but Billy cut you off.

“Later. We’ll talk about it later.” He abruptly said, giving you a quick kiss and responding to Eddie hollering at him to move his ass. He brushed past you to join his bandmates, leaving you feeling disheartened.

It was like he didn’t care; never acknowledging your leaving and hardly excited anymore when you brought it up. The closer your leaving date approached, the more apathetic your Billy became. It made you fear the worst, as though your leaving for college was accelerating the inevitable demise of yours and Billy’s relationship.

It was a cruel kick in the teeth when you considered having put your life on hold for 2 years while he rose to his full potential with the band and you merely coasted along. You were certain that Billy had become a better person than that, but maybe you were wrong. Exchanging late night after parties for all night cramming sessions seemed a good idea at the time. Now, the concept of losing Billy made this all seem so bittersweet.

Sighing, you decided to just have one last good night on tour before you had to kiss this life – and Billy – goodbye. You folded your arms and joined Chrissy at your usual spot at the side of the stage to cheer them on.

The concert proceeded as usual; with the same set-list they had every night for this leg of the tour. You could recite the order of songs in your sleep.

Something was different that night. While Eddie would turn every now and then to wink at Chrissy and the others would do the same for their girlfriends, Billy did anything but look at you. It created a thick sensation of bile in your throat as you contemplated that he might be out there scanning the crowd for your potential replacement as his bunk buddy.

Billy was stoic and unlike his usual show-off performer self. Usually him and Eddie exchanged banter on stage or the band would challenge him to prove his status as keg king mid-performance (which he would always do and continue to be note-perfect on the bass afterwards). He was different tonight; he needed to be focussed so that your song would be perfect.

Towards the end of the set, which usually came the fan-favourite song from the debut album, Eddie addressed the crowd.

“Alright Chicago! Because you guys are just the best crowd ever – and no, I don’t say that every night, I really do mean it – we decided to mix it up a bit!” Eddie began.

“You see, Billy here, you guys know Billy, right?” Eddie asked, gesturing over to his blonde bandmate who waved to the crowd currently going crazy for him. It wasn’t a secret to you or Chrissy that Billy and Eddie were the members most popular with the ladies.

“Yeah, Billy’s girlfriend goes off to college tomorrow! Isn’t that sad?” The crowd responded with an overwhelming ‘awwwww’ to Eddie, hung on his every word. You narrowed your eyebrows, only now becoming aware of Chrissie’s sniggering next to you, clearly in on something that you weren’t.

“So, he wrote her a song, and we want to play it for you!” Eddie exclaimed enthusiastically. “Oh! And he’s gonna sing it for you!”

The crowd went wild with excitement as Billy and Eddie exchanged places on stage so that he could be centre stage. Your heart was thumping so hard in your chest that you were scared it might escape and your throat was so dry you couldn’t form a single word.

Not that your brain was doing much better at forming thoughts. It was like being in autopilot, staring at your boyfriend ready to take the lead. Billy never sang in the band – despite his being very good at it, only Eddie had the confidence and showmanship for that role.

Billy had written you songs before which you had always appreciated but singing them was a different ball-game. Clearly, he was about to make a real statement. The whole thing was all very overwhelming and heart-warming and surreal all it once.

“This one is for you, babe.” Billy said in a gruff voice, looking at you for the first time all night. Chrissy grabbed your shoulders, shaking you slightly and squealing eagerly for you. It was the first time since Eddie’s announcement that you actually felt your body move. Feet planted to the spot, you stared at Billy as he turned round to start the song.

It started with a simple guitar melody before exploding into a full band effort with the drums and bass. And then Billy started to sing:

“Please take me by the hand It's so cold out tonight I'll put blankets on the bed I won't turn out the light, just Don't forget to think about me And I won't forget you "I'll write you once a week", she said”

Somewhere in the first verse, although you weren’t quite sure where, tears started to fall from your eyes which blurred your vision. Still, you held Billy in your eyeline, just grateful to find out that you were wrong earlier and in actual fact that boy did care so very much that you were leaving.

“Why does it feel the same to fall in love or break it off? And if young love is just a game, then I must have missed the kick-off Don't depend on me to ever follow through on Anything, but I'd go through hell for you, and

I haven't been this scared in a long time And I'm so unprepared, so here's your valentine Bouquet of clumsy words, a simple melody This world's an ugly place, but you're so beautiful to me.”

Billy’s confidence only increased as the song progressed and when he turned round to see you crying but with the biggest smile on your face, he knew his message was coming across. Swelling inside your chest, your heart felt as though it was about to burst. You knew that if it did then the pieces would be etched with Billy’s name and your love would be evident for all to see.

He had borne his soul for you tonight on that stage and whilst you had been desperate to see this for weeks, it occurred to you that this might just be the way Billy knew how. It made you wonder how he was able to cope with all of this couped up inside him for so long but it was no matter, he was getting his catharsis now.

“I'll think about the times She kissed me after class, and She put up with my friends I acted like an ass, I'd Ditch my lecture to watch the girls play soccer Is my picture still hanging in her locker?

I haven't been this scared in a long time And I'm so unprepared, so here's your valentine Bouquet of clumsy words, a simple melody This world's an ugly place, but you're so beautiful.”

During the instrumental bridge, Billy was quick to run off the stage with his bass slung by his side on its strap. Cupping your face in his big hands, he pulled you in for the most desperate but passionate kiss you two had ever shared. The tears still cascaded from your eyes but neither of you minded.

“I love you so fucking much, okay? Don’t you ever forget that.” He said to you when he finally pulled back, staring into your pretty crying eyes.

“I love you too.” You choked out.

“Okay, well, I gotta finish this song, I just needed you to know that. And, fuck! Promise me we’ll be okay? Like really promise it! We’re gonna survive this and we’re gonna be so happy, me and you. Right, princess?” Billy frantically asked, his nerves forcing his thoughts to come out all at once and unfiltered.

“We’re gonna be more than okay, baby.” You smiled widely at him and placed another soft peck on his lips with a giggle before pushing his chest away. “Now go! Finish this fucking beautiful song!”

Billy chuckled cheekily walking backwards out onto the stage and blowing you one last kiss which you caught with your hand. You kept it closed in your palm so that you might keep it forever.

Turning to the crowd with a victorious smile on his face, Billy got back into show-man mode and finished off his gorgeous love song.

“I haven't been this scared in a long time And I'm so unprepared, so here's your valentine Bouquet of clumsy words, a simple melody This world's an ugly place, but you're so beautiful.”

I like a good bitch reader

only as alone as i wanna be | [bh]

A/N: Well instead of working on my Peter Parker writing challenge fic, Billy Hargrove won’t leave my brain alone. So here we go. 

I’ve retconned the Billy & Max relationship a bit for this, so it’s a lil au. Sorry!

Please let me know if you think I should continue!

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x fem!Reader (I’m still trying to get the hang of writing for the “reader.” Hopefully this is vague enough that you can imagine yourself. If not, send me feedback so I can get better!) 

Warnings: Language. Passing, vague mentions of sex. Some Billy Hargrove chain-smoking. Bad writing with a jumpy plot. Seriously, I think I’m way too abrupt. Please send feedback. This one is probably doomed for a re-write. 

Word Count: 2.4k of nonsensical, self-important musical references and haphazard, fleeting feelings.

Summary: The snarky record store girl does not like Billy Hargrove. Not at all. 

**NOT MY GIF!** 

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Winter, 1984

The bell dinged above the door, a jarring interval between the wistful tones of Siouxsie and the Banshees’ Take Me Back. Prompting you to look up from your stack of records in mild annoyance. It had been such a productive day until now, and the vinyl wasn’t going to restock itself. 

Well. 

Had you known Mr. Born-In-The-USA-Bruce-Springsteen himself was going to walk in, you would’ve played something far less his taste than Siouxsie. Just to annoy him. Serves him right, right? 

He paused in the doorway of the shop, wrinkling his nose almost imperceptibly as the sound hit his ears, before striding on toward the “Pop/Rock” section of the store, thumbing his way through Motley Crue’s latest.

Figures, you thought. A man who douses himself with as much commercial-ass hairspray and cologne would like some commercial-ass garbage “metal.” Besides, you’d walked past the blue Camaro enough times in the school parking lot to hear the dulcet tones of whatever bland-ass hair metal he was currently into trying its best to blast the doors off of his beloved metal steed. 

You felt a twinge of guilt. You shouldn’t judge the customers for their musical taste so quickly– but between the old church ladies who came in for Handel’s Messiah or whatever they had heard over public radio that week, and the girls from your class riffing on Madonna, you had had just about enough. 

Hadn’t anyone experienced the true depth of Queen? Keep Yourself Alive, man!

You had been working at Hawkins’ local record store during the summers since childhood – Old Mr. Cohen who owned the place used to let you sort tapes into piles for cents on the hour until you were old enough for a real job. Immersed in the music since a young age, you appreciated the breadth and depth the shop had to offer– your favorites developing into pieces heavy on synth. Bonus points if the lyrics made you feel especially existential. You loved that moody shit. 

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