Me Too Dickie…me To

need a man like this

“I want to bring him peace”

Lmao, I want my pussy to drive him insane. I want him to experience possessive, violent urges at my existence that consume his every waking thought.

He was a sad one, that you could admit but he wasn’t bad. You liked hanging around Oliver and occasionally Michael who had only tolerated your presence if for but the fact that you always gave him a crunchie bar whenever you two studied together. Oliver was the better option, someone you could sit in complete silence with and have small conversations about random nerdy shit that you couldn’t talk about with Felix. The boy would listen, sure but he got bored easily and soon enough the conversations about Doctor Who or The Hobbit were switched to small moans, slick sounds and gagging or fuzzy memories clouded by the essence of the weed you would pass back and forth to each other. 

But lately you couldn’t find yourself comfortable anywhere execpt with those two boys and even then something was off. You didn’t know what it was but one night you couldn’t take it anymore and knocked on Felix’s dorm room door. 

“Hey,” he says confused and slightly concerned. His hands cup your cheeks, his dark eyes registering the fear that clouds your face. “What's wrong?”

You only look behind your shoulder and clutch your blanket and pillow tighter to your chest. “Can I stay the night? Please.” He only opens the door wider, inviting you in and checking behind you as well, making sure that no one was waiting in the dark. 

And like with all things with Felix, it got out of hand.

Your legs are thrown over his shoulders and your sweat slicked hands brace themselves against his hard chest as he pounds into you. The sound of your slick against his cock, an echoing sound that joins your muffled moans under his hand to make sure that his entire floor doesn’t come banging on his door in the middle of the night. His breath is hot against your ear and small strands of his dark hair tickle your nose. Words are muffled, his dirty talk only white sound as you lose yourself to the pleasure. 

Your head falls to the side and your eyes are now looking out the window. And despite your fuzzy vision in the start, it soon tunnels onto one thing: a pair of bright blue eyes staring right into your own.

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."

so real

When they’re stretching and their boxer band and happy trail become visible…

"You wouldn't let Remmick in, would you?"

Me, animorphing into this mf the moment Remmick start talking:

Happy birthday!!!!

OH MY GOD THANK YOU POOKIE!! (i haven’t been properly active is ages im so sorry!! 🥲🥹🥹)

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH MOOTIE<333

Oliver Quick x Fem!Reader

Warning: 18+ MDNI, jealous!Ollie, choking, my terrible grammar 😚

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now we all know that oliver is an obsessive lover. that much is clear. he wants to be with you hell he needs it. it feels like part of him is missing when you’re gone. he can’t stop himself from touching you the minute you walk through his dorm room door. the second you enter the threshold his hands are on you, fingers stroking your cheeks, lips on yours. he just cannot get enough.

if he could crawl inside your ribcage and live by your heart forever he’d do it in a heartbeat. having his thick cock burried deep inside you is the next best thing to him. fucking you raw and deep is intimate in way nothing else is. there’s just something so raw and personal about him being the only person who gets to see you splayed out on his bed, your hands tangled in his hair, your soft eyes looking into the icy blue of his own, all while his cock lays embedded within you.

much like felix, he doesn’t like to share what’s his. he won’t. he likes having you all to himself. and he likes being yours. this causes him to get a little (a lot) jealous when he sees you with other guys. if michael looks at you too long he makes sure to protectively place his hand on your thigh, squeezing ever so gently to let his ‘friend’ know that you’re off limits. does oliver see michael as competition? of course not! but he does know how badly michael wanted to be where he is now, his cock in your tight pussy, ravaging you like it was his birthright. of course he knew that’s how michael felt, because thats how he felt during those first few weeks of university after seeing you for the first time. he felt like a horny high schooler with a crush way out of his league (in his opinion). when you said his named for the first time he could have came in his jeans then and there, you were just so beautiful. so, so beautiful. now you were all his.

i wouldn’t put it past him to fuck the ever-loving shit out of you when you get back to the dorms. it’s not that he doesn’t trust you, god he trusts you with his life. he doesn’t trust everyone else. maybe he’s a little insecure but all that goes out the window when he’s driving himself into you, his hand grasping your throat- not hard enough to bruise but firm enough to get the message across- he cock so hard and thick that it feels like he may break you.

he moves his hand up to your cheek lightly tapping to get your attention watching the way your glassy eyes focus on him and only him. good.

“who do you belong to, hmm?” he asks, his thrusts never faltering, his cock so deep inside you, you were sure you could feel it in your stomach. “you” it was barely above a whisper, tears of pure ecstasy flowing down your soft cheeks. he needed to hear it, he needed to feel it. he ceases his thrusts immediately, smiling devilishly at the whine that escapes your kiss bitten lips. “who do you belong to, sweetheart? don’t make me ask again.” his hand is back round your throat, a tighter grip this time. you can barely breathe but it brings you so close to the edge. “You! Oliver. Im yours all yours.” it comes out almost like a prayer, an act of pure devotion and love. it was true. you didn’t want or need anyone else when you had such a beautiful man to wreck you and put you back together again every time. he gives you a smile of satisfaction, it’s almost condescending, but by god does it stir your stomach.

“there’s my good girl.”

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and my god did he use it well

WHAT DID I TELL YALLLLL

i’m tipsy~

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