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it has not been… its day 6.. and its my birthday.
I hope november is kind to all of us
DID YOU JUST STAB ME?!
The only adult Dick knows in this manor is Bruce, beside Alfred that now is busy in the kitchen. So, with a ripped Robin cape, little Dick waddles to Bruce in front of the Bat computer.
"Dad– ehm, Batman i need my cape fixed."
Bruce looked at the ripped cape, "go get my sewing kit."
this happened several times til he decided to get rid of the cape in his new costume (yes, the discowing).
years later, Dick comes back to Bruce, who's sitting in front of the Bat computer. he holds Damian's ripped cape.
Dick smiles as he walks to the tired bat, feeling deja vu. he touches his chair, "Dad, i need Dami's cape fixed."
Bruce looked a little surprised, then he's smiling. "you silly," he takes the cape from Dick. "go get my sewing kit."
more years later, Dick gets a seat in front of the Bat computer. he's tired and worn out. taking off the Bat cowl, he looks down to his ripped cape.
"Dad, i.. need your cape fixed.." he sighs in between the silences, "... I'll go get your sewing kit."
THIS IS SO REAL
I forgot how lonely it is to write original fiction.
Where are the kudos? The subscriptions? The comments? The people cheerleading me chapter to chapter? Where are the kind words and compliments and reassurances that what I'm writing isn't complete crap? Where are the unhinged emojis? The asks on Tumblr? Where are my mutuals in my dms apologizing for not reading the latest chapter right away (side note, you know you don't have to apologize at all, right??). Where is the fanart? Where are the recs?
Where is my motivation to keep going?
It's something I've been thinking about a lot, actually, lately. How the experience of writing fanfic is so unique. How you already have an audience, willing and waiting and captive. And that's really it, isn't it? You have an audience. It's almost performative, writing fanfic. It's being on a stage, a one-person show (or two, if you do it with a friend); it's getting live reactions to your performance, it's feeding off the energy of the crowd and informing it back in a feedback loop; it's improvised, sometimes, in almost-real-time. It's building something that you couldn't have built by yourself. A thing that takes on a life of its own.
It's an experience you can't get writing original fiction, and, honestly, not having it is making it hard to write something original at all.
I NEED HIM
Pairings: Oliver Quick X !fem reader
Summary: Oliver is upset because something happened at uni so seeks you for comfort. later in the night things get heated
CW: NSFW!! kissing, bad language, fluff that turns to smut, sub!Oliver dom!reader, handjob, blowjob, 69, pussy eating, praise, ma’am kink, orgasm denial
WC: 2k
warning: i am dyslexic so don't expect all words to be spelled correctly, also i don't autocapitalise my words
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‘Oliver honey i’m home,’ i yell into the seemingly empty house, ‘Oliver?’
i make my way into the kitchen, setting down the shopping bags on the counter. i hear a sniffle from the living room and walk towards the noise.
‘Oliver baby, are you okay?’ i can’t see him but the shaking blob under the blankets on our sofa tell me he is under there.
i sit next to him and slowly move my hand to take the blanket off of him.
‘go away please y/n,’ his voice is low, broken, i don’t like it at all.
‘what’s wrong baby?’ i ask, hand still on the blanket.
he sniffles again and when he makes no effort to move i pull the blanket off of him completely. there he is, my Oliver, knees bent to his chest, his eyes red and puffy. It broke my heart to see him quivering and sniffling like that. My sweet, sweet boy. So small and broken yet still so beautiful. the whites of his Hiscobalt blue eyes had turned bloodshot, his lip quivering slightly.
‘what is wrong Oliver?’ i ask again, a few more tears escape his eyes.
‘it’s nothin’ i’m bein’ silly,’ his accent is particularly thick when he begins to talk, little voice broken.
‘Oliver, it’s okay,’ i assure him, cupping his face in my hands, ‘you can tell me.’
‘at uni,’ his voice breaks, ‘i was tryin’ to get to class an’ someone tripped me. im okay but my glasses broke.’
‘awh, baby,’ my hand moves to his hair, ‘it’s okay, we can get you some new ones.’
he finally looks at me. his face is tear stained and it breaks my heart a little.
‘really?’ he wipes his nose on the back of his sleeve, ‘you think so?’ my heart breaks a little at the sight of the man in front of me.
‘of course, we can book an appointment at the opticians tomorrow, how’s that sound?’ he gives me a weak smile, eyes still glassy.
‘okay,’ he leans forward and gives me a big hug, ‘thank you y/n,’ he speaks into my hair.
he pulls back and i give him a kiss on the lips.
‘i feel so silly,’ he wipes his eyes free of tears and chuckles to himself a little.
‘don’t. it’s okay to cry in front of me, you know this,’ i assure him.
‘thank you y/n,’ he mumbles, ‘for everything.’
‘don’t thank me silly,’ i get up, and go into the kitchen.
i unpack all the shopping and find Oliver asleep on the sofa, a movie playing on the tv.
i walk over to him and shake his shoulder a little, the time that is displayed on the living room clock reads 9:03pm, ‘Oliver baby, wake up.’
he opens his eyes a little and squints a little, ‘im awake.’
‘you coming to bed?’ i ask.
‘mhm, you coming too?’ he replies, eyes shining in the light.
‘of course,’ i smile down at him.
i go to our shared bedroom and get in bed, Oliver comes in a moment later. he undresses and slides into bed beside me and pulls me into him so he is spooning me.
‘goodnight my love,’ he whispers into my neck.
‘goodnight,’ i sigh contently.
an hour or two must pass before i’m awoken, Oliver is still asleep, his short breaths coming out rigid against my neck. his hips are rutting against the curve of my ass, his dick hard. he’s having a wet dream. little whines are coming from his parted lips. i open my legs a little, moving so his dick is between my thighs. i close them slowly, clenching slightly. he’s still sleeping when his pace picks up, pulling me closer to his chest. he’s fucking my thighs at a good pace, whimpering into my neck, still sleeping. i move my hand down to where the head of his cock pokes out from between my thighs and lay it flat. every thrust forward his tip is pushed against my hand. he gets louder at this and speeds up. humping my thighs like a deprived animal. i smirk to myself. i can tell when he gets close by the urgency of his thrusts. before he can cum however, i move my hand and open my legs. with nothing to rut against he lets out a huff of air. i wonder what he is dreaming about.
‘Oliver,’ i drag my hand up his arm that is tight around my waist, ‘Oliver baby wake up,’ i push my ass against him.
he jolts awake, pulling away from me ever so slightly.
‘Oliver?’ i question into the darkness.
‘mhm,’ he responds, tiredness creeping into his voice.
‘you horny?’ i know he gets shy when i’m vulgar.
‘shh,’ he scolds, knew it.
‘want me to take care of you baby,’ the hand on his arm reaches between my legs to stroke his dick.
he winces, ‘please.’
my hand comes off of his dick and turns on the lamp at the side of our bed. i sit up and turn to look at Oliver, his eyes are tired but his dick is rigid and swollen with need.
‘lay on your back for me,’ i pull the blanket off the both of us.
he obeys instantly and lays his head back on the pillows.
‘good boy,’ my hand travels down his chest towards his thighs.
when i get close to his erection he bucks his hips up, so needy.
i tut, ‘that how much you need me?’ i give his right thigh a light slap.
his eyes are now clouded with something other than tiredness.
‘yeah, just please,’ he whines, bucking his hips up again, ‘touch me.’
‘beg,’ i state simply, sitting back, legs crossed.
his eyes meet mine, then rake down my body. they falter slightly at the sight of my hard nipples but continue down til he just stares at my increasingly soaking pussy.
‘Oliver,’ i warn, ‘my eyes are up here.’
his eyes shoot to my own, cock throbbing a little.
‘beg.’ i say once again, reaching for his dick but stopping just before i touch him.
‘please y/n, please touch me. fuck, i need you so bad. make me feel good. i promise ill be a good boy. just touch me,’ he shudders when my palm comes in contact with his leaking tip.
‘such a good boy, Oliver,’ i praise, finally wrapping my hand around his cock.
he closes his eyes, whines and whimpers leaving him when i begin stroking him at a slow pace, he needs more, i know this. i dont give him it though, i want him to be a writhing mess by the time im finished with him. he moves his hips up when i get to the head of his dick on the fifth stroke. when he does so i take my hand away.
his eyes shoot open, ‘why did you stop?’ his cock pulses once again.
‘you get what i give you. don’t take more. do you understand?’ i look expectantly at him.
he nods, ‘i understand.’
‘so if you understand that why do you still move your hips when i’m touching you. am i not good enough? would you rather go back to sleep with an aching cock? huh? would you rather have me pressed against you all night, so close to slipping into my pussy, but knowing you can’t?’ i’m teasing him.
‘no ma’am, you’re more than enough. i just need you so bad. please touch me again,’ a streak of precum makes its way down his dick, pooling at his pelvic area.
i take a finger and follow the trail of precum up to his tip. he moans, loud, and throws his head back.
i wrap my hand around his aching erection once more and begin stroking him a little faster than i was before. i pick up my pace when tears fall from his eyes but stop when i can feel him tighten under me, knowing he is about to cum.
i bring my hand completely away and wait for him to recover before speaking, ‘we’re going to play the fast and slow game, okay baby? you think you can do that for me?’
he nods, ‘yes y/n, i can do it.’
‘good boy,’ i praise, ‘let’s get started then, start slow.’
his hand slowly begins pumping his cock, i watch him making sure his pace doesn’t slow down nor quicken.
after a few moments i speak up, ‘a little faster baby,’ he obeys.
the head of his cock had turned an angry red shade now, needing release.
‘go as fast as you can sweetheart,’ his hand moves fast, almost inhumanely so.
i see his orgasm approaching, ‘stop,’ i tease, his hand stops and moves away from his cock.
‘you’re doing so well baby. you’re listening so good,’ he’s panting and his cock leaks some more with each praise.
he gets calmed down again, ‘start fast baby,’ he does so.
his strokes are messy, he needs release and he needs it soon.
‘you think you can slow down a little for me baby, and only work on the bottom half of your dick?’ i ask, a plan formulated in my head.
he nods breathlessly, moving his hand down so he is going at a medium pace on the base of his cock. i lean over and take the top of him in my mouth.
he hisses, ‘fuck y/n. i’m going to cum.’
i pull my mouth away and slap his hand from his cock.
‘i’m going to suck your cock, you’re going to eat my pussy. is that understood?’ i plant my dripping pussy right over his face.
‘yes ma’am,’ he replies obediently and i lower myself onto him.
he licks and sucks on my clit like a starved man, i grind myself into his face and lean forward, taking his strained dick in my mouth. i take him into my mouth and hum around him, he thrusts his cock deep into my throat but i don’t scold him. with the way he is devouring my pussy i don’t want to stop him. he moans against my clit, hands on my hips, digging into them. he’s holding me down, almost as if he didn’t id pull away. i’m still working on his cock when i cum on his tongue, a moan escapes my lips, sending vibrations down his cock. he’s still sucking and licking on my pussy, sending me into overdrive. i take him deep in my mouth one more time before his nails dig into my hips and he jerks forward one more time, emptying himself into my mouth. i swallow everything and give him a few more sucks before pulling away from his dick with a pop.
‘you did so good baby,’ i say, trying to lift up from his mouth, his hands are still gripped into my hips and his mouth is still working on my pussy.
‘Oliver, let go or i’ll make you cum another three times,’ i warn.
he lets out a groan and lets me get off of his face. it’s all glossy in the dim light of the lamp and it makes me chuckle.
‘you look pretty,’ he comments, head tilting to the side.
‘you look slimy,’ i crinkle my nose.
he laughs but pulls me down into him, kissing me.
i can taste myself on him and i’d be surprised if he couldn’t taste himself. regardless of whether he could or not he continued kissing me like his life depended on it. only pulling away when he needed to breathe.
‘thank you for taking care of my y/n,’ he gives me another short kiss before getting up to wash his face in our bathroom.
i follow him a moment later to brush my teeth. we don’t speak til we are back in bed, facing each other.
‘you truly are my favourite thing in this entire world,’ he moves a strand of hair out of my face, ‘i love you so much.’
‘i love you too,’ i move closer and give him a long kiss, ‘goodnight baby.’
i turn around and turn the lamp off, Oliver moves closer to me and we fall asleep spooning once again. this time not waking up til morning.
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THANK YOU @lovandr FOR HELPING ME WRITE THE FIRST SECTION AND ALSO BEING THE PERSON WHO READS ALL MY STUFF BEFORE I POST. I LOVE YOU 😚😚
WHERE ARE ALL THE FARLEIGH FICS???
istg imma have to write one myself… jk.. 👀👀unless
i will lose
write the fic i’ve been brainstorming since i watched saltburn : ❌
draw scene from the fic that has been stick in my head instead of writing it: ✅
*sigh*
i would die for him
introducing my newest little meow meow:
