#lcpd: dc

[luciopioid]

Send Me Out

Diana of Themyscira x Fem(me)!Reader > 2,522K Words

tags: friends to lovers, dry humping, counter sex, comfort sex, reader is nervous, lesbian sex, just smut lowkey, reader has curly/coily hair

synopsis: Diana is representing Themyscira at a conference and she asks you of all people to accompany her. On her way to pick you up, you let nerves get the best of you.

You put your earrings on in the mirror, trying to ignore the prickling in your stomach. Diana was on her way and you still don’t know why she asked you to be her plus-one at a diplomatic conference, one of which she was representing her people of Themyscira. You knew it was important to her and there’s no use in passing up free drinks and time with your best friend, but surely one of her colleagues or sisters ought to have been a more acceptable choice. You check yourself frantically, wondering if your dress was appropriate. You pick your hair, attempting to fluff it out. You check your face, wondering if your makeup was too much– or too little. 

A knock at the door takes you out of your ruminating thoughts. As you walk towards the door, you take a quick moment to adjust yourself. When you open the door, you’re greeted with Diana in a fitted tuxedo, her long curls elegantly pulled back into a bun. Your stomach churns again, but for different reason this time. She immediately smiles upon seeing you, and before you know it, her arms are outstretched as she takes a step towards you for a hug. 

“It’s good to see you.” Diana says, her hands rubbing over your back. You breathe in her scent, earthy and sweet. 

She follows you inside, she stops and leans in the doorway of your bathroom while you go back to fixing yourself up. 

Diana crosses her arms, “Are you ready to go?” 

You check the time on your phone. 8:19. 

“I thought it didn’t start til 9?” You ask in a fruitless attempt to sound calm. You start moving faster, the last thing you wanted was making Diana late. 

“No, it does I just-” She pauses, cocking an eyebrow at your obvious anxiety that was practically emanating off of you. Diana speaks softly, “Hey…” 

“What’s wrong?” She asks, tilting her head to the side. She steps closer to you. 

“Nothing.” You croak, feigning normalcy, your voice betraying you instantly. Diana chuckles in response. 

“You’re frantic. And quiet.” She observes, her voice tentative. “I’m used to you ready to talk my ear off.” 

You pinch her arm, “Shut up.” Diana giggles, nudging you back. She moves closer, standing behind you in the mirror. 

“I’m serious though…” She pauses, “Are you nervous about tonight?” 

You sigh, your shoulders slumping. You meet her gaze reluctantly. “I’m not– it’s not–” You stammer, the words not finding you yet, knowing Diana was not going to let up anytime soon. She raises a skeptical eyebrow, her lips curling into a small smirk. “Oh really?” She asks tenaciously, not believing you one bit. “Are you sure?” She says, her voice still full with skepticism. 

“It’s just… It’s such an important event.” You explain, accepting defeat. “Important people from all over– I don’t even know what to say to them! I mean I’m happy to go, but surely one of your hero friends or something would have been…” You trail off, feeling a little bad about that last part. 

Her expression softens into something more understanding. She sighs ever so softly before speaking her next words carefully. “First of all,” She pauses, “You don’t have to say anything you wouldn’t normally say. Just be yourself.” You scoff. 

“Secondly,” Diana says, “I invited you because I trust you– a lot more than them.” She speaks earnestly. You meet her gaze in the mirror, her eyes never straying from you. You feel your stomach stir at her words. “It is important. That’s why I wanted you by my side.” You don’t respond at first. The moment is sweet and vulnerable, in her attempts to comfort you she admits that she trusts you, that she wants you to be there. Your nerves about the conference are replaced with something more unfamiliar. Something you’ve been trying to ignore. 

“What if I do something stupid?” You ask, tone only partially serious. 

Diana smiles amusedly. “Then don’t.” She retorts sarcastically. 

You let out a sigh, shaking your head in feigned exasperation. Diana is standing unruly close behind you, her body heat radiating against your back, causing a whirlwind of sensations to wash over you, your head spinning. Her previous comfort to you and mere presence making you dizzy. And the way she looks in a suit, well… it's not exactly helping matters either.

“Look at me.” She whispers, her voice clear and firm in your ear. She moves closer, if that was even possible, her gaze fixed on yours through the reflection. 

“I think you’re in your head…” Diana says softly. 

She pauses for a moment, taking in your expression, trying to get a read on you. “Look at yourself.” She adds. You watch her eyes roam over your face and over your body. You almost felt faint, not believing your predicament one bit.  “You look absolutely stunning.” Diana says, her voice lacking its usual sternness. “You’re sharp. You look good. And you’re more than capable.” 

You smile sheepishly, your voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you…” 

She reaches a hand up and gently adjusts your curls for you, her touch tender. Careful. You feel a sense of comfort, yet there's also a cautiousness in the air. You realize this is probably the closest she has ever been to you, her presence both comforting and overwhelming in equal measure. Her eyes never left yours, focusing on your gaze and your gaze only through the mirror.  

In a delicate, almost ghost-like manner, Diana moves her hand from your hair to your hip, her fingers hovering just above your skin, not quite making contact. She lifts her gaze to meet yours, her eyes questioning, seeking approval, asking yours if they knew a boundary was getting crossed. Your stomach flutters involuntarily in response, a mix of anticipation and excitement coursing through you.

“Just stick by me tonight…” Diana whispers. Her hand finally making contact with your hip, her touch excruciatingly gentle. “There’s nothing to worry about. I’ll make sure of it.” She speaks, her voice low and soft in your ear. 

Your breath quickens involuntarily. Shit. 

There was no putting up a front now, Diana’s breath is warm against your neck and her hand is resting on your hip. You felt your heart practically beating out of your chest. Diana immediately notices your change in demeanor, the way your chest heaved ever so slightly. She doesn’t pull away though, instead she presses against you fully, the hand on your hip pulling you closer. You shift your head so that your neck is slightly exposed for her. For no reason…

Her grip on your hip tightens, her fingers dipping into your skin through the dress. She leans forward, her chin resting on your shoulder. Her voice a soft, airy whisper in your ear, “Relax… I’ve got you.”  

Diana could probably feel the tension in your body, the way you were trying to hold yourself together so firmly. 

“What is this, huh?” You whisper back.

On the contrary to your question, there’s a thick, underlying tension between the two of you. An unspoken amperage crackling in the air. A tension that’s familiar and new simultaneously. Familiar because of the history between you two, yet undiscovered. She leans closer, her free hand joining your other hip. Her voice is low, almost sinful in your ear. “You know exactly what it is.” She murmurs. You bite your bottom lip at her words, affecting you more than you intended. 

Diana senses that you are still tense, she lets out a soft sigh, tinged with a hint of frustration. "Relax," she repeats, her voice now firm and almost commanding. You release the breath you didn't realize you were holding, as your body eases against her touch. Almost instinctively. You can practically feel the warmth of her grin against your neck. 

You press back against her slightly and Diana’s breath hitches momentarily, a jolt of electricity running through you at the unexpected, yet not unwelcome sensation of your body against hers. She doesn’t pull away though, instead letting you press against her even more. Her arms snake around your waist and pull you closer. She looks at you through the mirror, her voice low and sultry in your ear. “Much better,” she whispers. 

Diana’s body is so warm against yours, her arms completely encircled around your waist. Her chest strong and flush against your back. She’s so close that you can hear her breathing and every faint sound she’s been making. You can smell her shampoo and the smell of her skin. Your head swims. It’s intoxicating. Overwhelming even. You struggle to think about much else but her, with you, right now. 

You whine softly. “God, Diana…” 

The use of her name breathless on your lips had clear effect on her. Her eyes fluttering shut as she lets out a shaky exhale only for you to hear. Her mask falters a bit, her fingers digging into your hips again. 

“Say it again. Say my name again.” She whispers, low and hot. 

“Make me.” You retort, wanting some of your control back. 

Diana's reaction is instantaneous, her grip on your hips tightening as she presses you against the bathroom counter. Her body entraps you, and you feel her hips jerk involuntarily against your ass, a natural reflex. She repeats her order, her voice thick with demand, "Again." The air is heavy with tension, as her tone leaves no room for argument. 

As you moan involuntarily at the sudden contact, your body happens to crave more of it. You resist the urge to give in just yet, teasing her with a breathy challenge. "Harder," you taunt, your face almost pressed against the cool surface of your bathroom mirror. "Like you mean it."

Diana barely contains a laugh at your audacity, but she has no time to waste on quips. Instead, she responds with a guttural moan, her hips moving with more deliberate purpose, grinding against you. She leans down, pressing her body against your back, her hand finding its way to your throat, gripping it firmly. She holds you there, her breath hot in your ear as she moans, for you and you alone. 

The sensations overwhelm you, and you surrender. To her. 

“Diana, baby. Please.” you plead, your voice thick with need and desire. You whine as she continues to grind against the curve of your ass, the clothed motion feeling so perverted yet so right. So intimate. Your head is spinning with need, and you gasp out, "More…" You whisper, voice desperate and ragged. 

She obeys without a second thought, her hand sliding up your side and finding your breast. She cups it and squeezes it firmly, her hips rocking against you with a little more haste. Diana moans, “Your ass… so perfect.” 

"Your body in this dress too," Diana moans, her voice thick with desire. "God, I've been thinking about doing this since the moment I walked in. " You gasp in response, the thought of her wanting you as much as you desire her sending waves of pleasure through you. You take the hand kneading at your tit and guide it to your clothed crotch. You hear Diana’s breath hitch once more. 

You keep her hand there firm in place as you grind against it, her fingers cupping over the outline of your pussy through your dress. You hold your hand over hers, wanting to feel the veins in her hand as your clothed clit rocked against her fingers. When you moved backwards you were still met with Diana’s eager, gyrating hips. The double sensations making you moan out wantonly. It being so much, but still feeling like not enough. You would ask for more, but you forgot the two of you had prior obligations, lost in the heat of the moment.

Diana peppers kisses along the side of your throat and face, soft and tender, her desire for you prevalent in every kiss. Her grip on your neck is firm as she holds you in place possessively. Her touch is a stark contrast to the eager motion of your body rutting against her hand and her hips that were practically slamming into you now. 

You felt a beam of heat coil in your gut, just needing a little more. And then some. You breathe out, throwing your head back against Diana’s chest.  

“I’m so close.” You gasp into a moan, your body becoming overwhelmingly aware of all the sensations she’s giving you. 

Diana’s gaze snaps up to look at you through the mirror, wanting to see your face when you cum for her. She runs her nose along your neck, her breath hot against your skin. “That’s right,” She whispers, her voice hoarse in your ear, “Let go for me.” 

She’s losing her composure herself, her own breathing becoming ragged as she intensifies her ministrations. You whimper shamelessly. She bites down on the shell of your ear as she murmurs, her voice thick with desire, "You're so beautiful. So good for me." Then, in a hushed tone, she confesses, "I want to hear those gorgeous sounds when you cum.”

Diana's gaze is burning in the mirror, her eyes locking onto yours as she grips your face and forces you to maintain eye contact. You’ve never seen her look at you like this before– her gaze is low and seductive, filled with pure need. 

You gasp as the orgasm washes over you, your body going rigid with pleasure. Diana continues kissing your neck, her words a sweet, incoherent mix of whispers and soft nothings. Her kiss is tender as you begin to tremble, and her body is there to support you against the counter. You slump against the surface, Diana's chest follows, hovering above you as her breathing intermingles with yours. The bathroom creating an echo of soft moans and ragged breaths, resonating in the empty space.

She moves the coils by your ear and whispers softly, “Can you stand?” 

After regaining composure you stand up and turn around to face Diana, leaning against the counter. Her eyes, once filled with a preyful spark, are now softer, more vulnerable. Her gaze flicks down to your lips and then back up to your eyes, a clear message dancing in her gaze.

"I really want to kiss you," Diana admits, and you don't hesitate closing the already small gap between you two. Diana doesn’t hesitate with deepening the kiss, her mouth captures your bottom lip, lewdly sucking it in and out, the kiss slow and sloppy, filled with words left unspoken. Your hands roam instinctively, grasping at each other, seeking contact, as soft whimpers escape both of you.

Diana pulls back from the kiss, albeit reluctantly. She proceeds to smooth out your dress and adjust your hair again, taking a silent responsibility for the disarray. You return the favor, fixing her collar and gently tucking any loose curls back into her bun. A shared sense of giddiness fills the air, and as you lock eyes once again, you can't help the joint saccharine smile that you two shared.

"Now, are you ready to go?"

[that-nico-diangelo]

Muse Wanted Connections List

Nico Di Angelo || 20 || Unemployed || Percy Jackson

Paired: Casper

Connections:  gods/goddesses, he needs a bestie.  Maybe a therapist.  Someone to spar with him/train his abilities with

Specific: Jason Grace, Reyna Ramirez-Arellano

Jason Todd || 25 || Fight Club/Bartender || DC

Paired: Jean Grey

Connections: Coworkers, One night stands, more friends (takes some work but he’s loyal), fellow antihero/vigilantes

Specific: Dick Greyson, Tim Drake, Talia Al Ghul, Joker

Stephanie Brown || 21 || Bookstore Clerk || DC

Paired: Robin Buckley

Connections: Friends, Friends with Benefits, A mother-esque figure

Specific: Dick Greyson, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne

Ruby || Ancient || Stripper || Supernatural

Paired: Faith LeHane

Connections: Coworkers, regular customers, friends, people who wanna make deals with demons, Friends with Benefits, One Night Stands

Specific: Sam Winchester

Luke Castellan || 22 || University Student || Percy Jackson

Paired: Cecily Herondale

Connections: Enemies, One Night stands, sparring partner, other demigods

Specific: Hermes, Thalia

James Potter || 21 || Waiter at Benbow Inn || Harry Potter

Pairing: Lily Evans

Connections: Coworkers, friends, enemies, troublemaking pals

Specific: Voldemort/Tom Riddle

Jace Herondale || 25 || Cab Driver || Shadowhunters

Pairing: Johanna Mason

Connections: Friends, coworkers, regular riders, a therapist

Specific: Lilith, Maryse Lightwood, The Owl (if you’re feeling creative/mean)

Harry Hook || 23 || Hitman at the Continental || Descendants

Pairing: Gil Legume

Connections:  Coworkers, Boss figure, friends, One night stands, enemies

Specific: Captain Hook, CJ Hook

Irene Adler || 35 || Philosophy Professor || Sherlock Holmes

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes

Connections: Students, Friends with benefits, colleagues, friends, partner in crime, people she’s robbed/conned

Specific: John Watson

Diego Hargreeves/Number 2 || 30 || Fight Club || Umbrella Academy

Pairing: Eudora Patch

Connections: Other fighters, budding friendships.

Specific: Luther, Vanya, Allison, Five, Reginald Hargreeves

Clint Barton || 39 || Bouncer & Fight Club || Marvel

Pairing: Laura Barton

Connections: Coworkers, fighters, enemies, Therapist

Specific: Thanos, Nick Fury, Kate Bishop

Geralt of Rivia || 94 || Nurser || The Witcher

Pairing: Yennefer 

Connections: Co-workers, random people he’s helped, One night stands, friends with benefits, enemies.

Specific: Zoltan, Iorweth

Valkyrie || Ancient || Commander at LCPD || Marvel

Pairing: Kassandra

Connections:  Co-workers, one night stands, friends with benefits, friends, sparring partners

Specific: Thor, Bruce Banner

Morgan Stark || 22 || Student at UNLV || Marvel

Pairing: Lila Barton

Connections: Fellow students, friends, colleagues, professors, enemies

Specific: Bruce Banner, Sam Wilson

Ben Hargreeves/ Number 6 || 30 || Counselor at UNLV || Umbrella Academy

Pairing: Shuri

Connections: Students, people he’s counseling, friends, fellow people with powers.  

Specific: Luther, Vanya, Allison, Five, Reginald Hargreeves

Arthur Pendragon || 26 || Owns Amagi Inn || Merlin

Pairing: Gwen

Connections: Employees, friends, enemies, fellow former rulers.

Specific: Merlin, Lancelot, Percival, Uther

Jack Frost || Ancient || Student at UNLV || Rise of the Guardians

Pairing: Toothiana

Connections: Classmates, teachers, friends, enemies, one night stands

Specific: Easter Bunny, Sandman, Man in the Moon, Pitch Black

Maleficent || 38 || Professor at UNLV || Disney’s Maleficent

Pairing: Conall/Diaval

Connections: Students, Co-workers, Friends, friends with benefits, enemies, fellow fae she’ll want to protect.

Specific: Prince Philip, Stefan, Any of the dark fae/fae in general.

Illya Kuryakin || 32 || Head of Security at Wayne Enterprises || Man from UNCLE

Pairing: Gaby Teller/Napoleon Solo

Connections: Employees, enemies, one night stands, friends with benefits

Specific: None

Jughead Jones || 20 || Journalist || Riverdale

Pairing:  Shock

Connections: Coworkers, friends, enemies, 

Specific: Literally anyone else from Riverdale

Stiles Stilinski || 23 || Police Officer || Teen Wolf

Pairing: Derek Hale

Connections:  Coworkers, enemies, one night stands

Specific; Malia, Theo, Erica, The Nogitsune, 

Lady Death || Ageless || Mortician || Marvel

Pairing: Currently unpaired

Connections: Friends, coworkers, friends with benefits, one night stands

Specific: Thanos

Regulus Black || 20 || Student at UNLV || Harry Potter

Pairing: Steve Harington

Connections: Friends, classmates, teachers, one night stands, people into dark magic

Specific: Kreacher, Walburga Black

Jade Nguyen || 34 || Hitman at the Continental Hotel || DC

Pairing:  John Wick

Connections: Coworkers, enemies, one night stands

Specific: Roy Harper, Artemis

Eris || Ancient || Owns Seven Devils || Sinbad

Pairing: Currently unpaired

Connections: Friends, Enemies, people who’s lives she’s ruined, people who love chaos, one night stands

Specific: Sinbad

Madzi || 20 || Student at UNLV || Shadowhunters

Pairing: Josie Saltzman

Connections:  Friends, classmates, one night stands, fellow magicians

Specific: None

James Rogers || 24 || Dojo Instructor || Marvel

Pairing: Bella Swan

Connections: Other Superheroes, coworkers, students, friends, frenemies

Specific: Ultron, Torunn, 

Carl Grimes || 19 || Student at UNLV || Walking Dead

Pairing: Nina Gursky

Connections: Classmates, Teachers, maybe a therapist.  Friends

Specific: Rick Grimes, Michonne

Atreus || 23 || Citadel Clerk & Fighter || God of War

Pairing: Jenny

Connections: Sparring partners, fellow demigods, coworkers, friends

Specific: Freya, Mimir

Finnick Odair || 25 || Tailor Shop Manager || Hunger Games

Pairing: Annie Cresta

Connections: Coworkers, friends, therapist, enemies

Specific: President Snow, Mags, Peeta Mellark

Blossom Utonium || 22 || Student at UNLV || Powerpuff Girls

Pairing: Brick Jojo

Connections: Classmates, Teachers, friends, enemies, 

Specific:  The professor, HIM, Mojo Jojo

Magnus Bane || 400+ || Owns The Screaming Cat || Shadowhunters

Pairing: Alec Lightwood

Connections: Employees, fellow warlocks, enemies, clients both magical and otherwise

Specific: Camille

BD-1 || 20 || Student at UNLV || Star Wars: Fallen Order

Pairing: BB-8

Connections: Fellow droids/androids, Classmates, teachers, friends, jedi and sith

Specific: Cere, Greez, Trilla

Raphael Santiago || 79 || Owns Medical Clinic || Shadowhunters

Pairing: Simon Lewis

Connections: Other vampires he can assist, friends, enemies, fellow downworlders,

Specific: Camilla

Leta Lestrange || 24 || Public School Teacher || Fantastic Beasts

Pairing: Queenie Goldstein

Connections: Students, Colleagues, friends, enemies, other witches

Specific: Theseus Scamander, 

Will Herondale || 18 || Citadel Clerk & Fighter || Shadowhunters

Pairing: Princess Aurora

Connections: Coworkers, Sparring partners, friends with benefits

Specific: Jem Carstairs, Tessa Grey

Katniss Everdeen || 18 || Fighter || Hunger Games

Pairing: Koriand’r

Connections: Friends, sparring partner, fighters, rivals, therapist

Specific: Peeta Mellark, Gale Hawthorne, Cinna

Poe Dameron || 32 || Fighter & Firefighter || Star Wars

Pairing: Finn

Connections: Coworkers, enemies, fellow rebels, one night stands

Specific: Chewbacca, Zorii 

Lucy Pevensie || 20 || Doctor || Chronicles of Narnia

Pairing: Currently Unpaired

Connections: Patients, coworkers, friends, magicians of any sort, fairytale creatures

Specific: Peter Pevensie, Edmund Pevensie, Eustace Scrubb, Mr.Tumnus

Steve Rogers || 95 || Owns Hawke’s Gym || Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes

Connections: Employees, clients, fellow heroes, maybe a therapist

Specific: Sam Wilson, Thor, Bruce Banner

Ahsoka Tano || 20 || Owns The Sanctuary || Star Wars

Pairing: Emily

Connections: Employees, friends, jedi, enemies, 

Specifics: Anakin Skywalker, Padme Amidala, Commander Rex

Adrien Agreste || 25 || Bartender at Seven Devils || Miraculous Ladybug

Pairing: Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Connections: Coworkers, friends, one night stands, sparring partner, superhero buddies

Specifics: Gabriel or Emilie Agreste

Toothless || 23 || Student at UNLV || How to Train Your Dragon

Pairing: Lightfury

Connections: Friends, classmates, teachers, tutors, people who like dragons

Specifics: Any of his kids, Stoick, Stormfly, Grimmel, Drago Bludvist

Pietro Maximoff || 25 || Bartender at Lux || Marvel

Pairing: Kara Danvers

Connections: Superheroes in general, friends, coworkers, regular customers, one night stands

Specifics: Vision

Isaac Lahey || 24 || Motorcycle Specialist || Teen Wolf

Pairing: Vernon Boyd

Connections: Friends, packmates/fellow werewolves, enemies, coworkers

Specifics: Erica, Cora

Ezio Auditore || 25 || Bartender at The Eagle’s Perch || Assassin’s Creed

Pairing: Leonardo Da Vinci

Connections: Friends, Coworkers, fellow assassins, templars, enemies

Specifics: Bayek, Desmond Miles, Caterina

Katara || 20 || TA at Xavier’s School || Last Airbender

Pairing: Bianca Di Angelo

Connections: Friends, coworkers, other benders, enemies

Specifics: Aang, Sokka, Toph.

Arwen Udómiel || Ancient || Director at the Medical Clinic || LOTR

Pairing: Aragorn

Connections: Other elves, friends, coworkers, patients, sparring partner

Specifics: Elrond, Legolas, Gimli, Frodo

Kaa || 24 || Stripper || Jungle Book

Pairing: Kidagakash

Connections: Friends with Benefits, One Night Stands, clients, friends, enemies, people she can hypnotize/con

Specifics: Mowgli, Bagheera, Shere Khan

Peter Pettigrew || 25 || Clerk at Mr.Gold’s || Harry Potter

Pairing: Petunia Evans

Connections: Friends, a therapist, personal trainer, anyone willing to be nice to him

Specifics: Voldemort/Tom Riddle

Eddie Brock/Venom || 30 || Journalist || Marvel

Pairing: Cassidy

Connections: Friends, aliens, a Therapist, Enemies, sparring partner, spider-people

Specifics: Anne Weying, Riot

Aslan || Centuries || Counselor at UNLV || Narnia

Pairing: Amalthea

Connections:  Friends in general, patients, enemies, everything really.

Specifics: Peter Pevensie, Edmund Pevensie, Eustace Scrubb, Jadis

T’Challa || 35 || Civil Rights Attorney at City Hall || Marvel

Pairing: Jessica Jones

Connections: Friends, Coworkers, more family members, clients, enemies

Specifics: Kilmonger, Nakia, M’Baku

Jacen Solo || 28 || Fighter at Fight Club || Star Wars

Pairing: Mitchell McKinnon

Connections: Other Jedi/Sith, friends, rivals, other fighters, enemies

Specifics: Ben Skywalker, Anakin Solo, Tenel Ka

Damien Wayne || 20 || Student at UNLV and Assistant at Wayne Enterprises || DC

Pairing: Currently Unpaired

Connections: Friends, other DC heroes and villains, classmates

Specifics:  Tim Drake, Dick Greyson, Talia Al Ghul

Matt Murdock || 32 || Lawyer at Beaumont Law Offices || Marvel

Pairing:  Sidney Prescott

Connections: Friends, Clients, enemies, you name it.

Specifics: Foggy, Karen Page, Electra

Pamela Isley || 33 || Head Caretaker of LC Gardens || DC

Pairing: Harley Quinn

Connections: Fellow plant enthusiasts, people who want to cause trouble, heroes, friends,

Specifics: Joker, Dick Greyson

Zatanna Zatara || 35 || Owner of The Black Butterfly || DC

Pairing: Currently Unpaired

Connections: Other magic users, friends, enemies, clients

Specifics: None currently

Mipha || 68 || Doctor at Limbo City Medical Clinic || Breath of the Wild

Pairing: Currently Unpaired

Connections: All of them.  Mipha loves/cares about everyone, good or bad alike.

Specifics: Ganon, Urbosa, Daruk, Revali

Fili || 82 || Cab Driver and Fighter in Underground Fight Club || The Hobbit

Pairing: Pippen Meriadoc

Connections: Friends, co-workers (he’s been here for nearly a decade, so feel free to assume any connections you like

Specifics: Thorin, any of the other Dwarves, Tauriel

John Winchester || 45 || Manager at Mr.Gold’s || Supernatural

Pairing: Mary Winchester

Connections: Other Hunters, friends, enemies, supernatural people he can be nervous around.

Specifics: Bobby Singer 

Trixie Espinoza || 24 || Manager at Seven Devils || Lucifer

Pairing: Currently Unpaired

Connections: Employees/coworkers, friends, other supernatural beings

Specifics: Danny Espinoza, Mazikeen

Raven Darkholme || looks 27|| Manager at Limbo’s Bimbo’s, Underground Fight Club Fighter

Pairing: Irene Adler/Destiny

Connections: Xmen, other mutants, enemies, new friends

Specifics: Charles Xavier

Scorpius Malfoy || 23 || Teacher at Limbo City Public School || Harry Potter

Pairing: Primrose Everdeen

Connections: Former classmates, other teachers, friends

Specifics: Draco Malfoy, 

Ygritte || 25 || Security at the Eagle’s Perch || GOT

Pairing: Jon Snow

Connections: Friends, warrior buddies, other free folk

Specifics: Mance Rayder, Tormund Giantsbane, 

Peggy Carter || 27 || Lieutenant at the LCPD || Marvel

Pairing: Daniel Souza

Connections: SHIELD personell, friends,  enemies, pretty much everything.

Specifics: Howard Stark, Jarvis

Thomas || 20 || Student at UNLV || The Maze Runner 

Pairing: Newt

Connections: WCKD people, Other gladers, new friends, people to prevent him doing self-endangering shit.

Specifics: Minho, Gally, Chuck, Alby, Theresa, Ava Paige

[luciopioid]

when i’m in your arms

Jason Todd x GN Reader NSFW

The television flashed bright colors in your dark living room. You couldn’t sleep, you haven’t been able to these past couple days. Every night that you tried, your brain would be addled with thoughts from the previous week. You’d feel the sting of embarrassment first, you’d pause and close your eyes in an attempt to forget the humiliation. Then you’d feel the regret. You’d feel the regret of a rash decision, the lost relationship– all of it. You almost felt dirty. You watched the screen mindlessly as you replayed the previous night’s happenings in your head.

__

The cold night air of the balcony serenaded your face. You slouched over the railing. Your forearms dangling off the building. You tried to drown out the rowdiness of the crowd and the loud music. You were having a good time initially, but there’s only so much small talk and liquor you could take. Jason suggested you come with him only to coincidentally—and hilariously— disappear. You tried texting him.

You: wya??

No answer.

After minutes of scrolling through your phone, thinking of ways to escape from the party, you hear the balcony door open and close. Without turning, you ask “Where the hell’d you go?” Nonchalantly, Jason replies, “The kitchen,” You sigh as he joins you in leaning against the railing, his shoulder brushing yours. 

“Are you okay?” He asks quietly, looking at your face

“I’m fine…Just tired is all.” You don’t bother looking back at him. “Lotta people.” You added.

“I shouldn’t have dipped like that, you don’t even know half these people.” Jason says bashfully as his voice quieted again.

“I’m not entirely incapable of socializing. I’m just tired…trust me.” You didn’t want pity. Although you were a little upset he’d dragged you out just to disappear in the middle of the night, the way the wind hit his curls and the way his voice softened— you couldn’t be mad for long.

Silence lingers between you, until you turn to one another, locking eyes simultaneously. It was wrong, feeling this way for your friend. Sometimes, you wanted nothing more than to slap some sense into him; others just to kiss him breathless. He was so beautiful like this, the darkened sky and the yellowish glow from the window hitting his face.

“You look good.” He says, smiling. “I like your hair like that.”

“Are you buttering me up?” You ask, returning the smile.

He reassures, “No! I mean it! You look nice.” The corners of his lips cinched at his cheeks. You resented that smile at times. His stupid face and those big bear-fur brown eyes, equally stupid. You hated that he couldn’t be yours.

“Thank you, Jason.” 

The moment falls silent again and you catch his gaze. Your shoulders go back to touching and you share a sincere stare. Involuntarily, your eyes flicker to his lips and back at his eyes. His lips were always plump and dark pink. Always complimented by the stubble surrounding his mouth. His gaze is soft. He looks at you with a faint smile.

You don’t remember when your faces inched this close together, but in the heat of the moment your lips touch. You close your eyes, blissfully unaware of your surroundings. His lips are soft and sweet. The kiss is slow and languid, you turn your face at an angle to deepen the kiss. On impulse, Jason stops and he pulls away from you, touching his lips. You feel regret pool deep in your stomach. You knew you’d messed things up between you two— you just knew it.

“I’m sorry. I- I don’t.. I’m sorry.” Jason babbles as he steps back from you. He looked confused, like he didn’t know where he was. Jason, in a hurry, opens the door from the balcony and goes inside. Leaving you to your lonesome, in a cold, confused state. 

—

You felt your eyelids get heavy. You grab your remote and switch off the television. Just as you were getting up to make your way to the bed, you hear a string of gentle knocks at your door. Suspicious, you walk towards the knocking and place your hand on the bat by the door…just in case. Upon looking into the peephole, you feel your stomach sink. The knocks continued. 

At first, you were sure you were imagining it. It was Jason. It was Jason slouched over, holding his arm tightly like he’d been hurt. 

You quickly open the door, “Shit. What happened?” 

“Please.” Is all he manages to say. You notice the blood seeping out between his fingers on his arm. 

Without thinking, you gently pull him inside. You put him against your counter and you hurry to the bathroom to grab bandages. You return in front of him. You hesitate to reach out to him initially, but you’d rather him not bleed out in your kitchen. You grab his hand and move it out of the way. The sleeve on black compression shirt soaked and shiny. You cinch his sleeve and move it up to his shoulder, revealing his bicep– his cut and bloody bicep. Upon wiping away some of the blood, the cut wasn’t too bad. It wasn’t anything pretty, and It was deep enough to explain the blood, but not deep enough for serious (albeit professional) medical attention. 

“This might sting.” You warned before cleaning the gash in antiseptic. He made a visceral reaction, he winced as he closed his eyes tight. You almost wanted to say sorry. You could think of a million other things you’d rather be doing than sewing up the gaping wound of a very much conscious and aware Jason. 

You finish stitching the cut on his arm and bandaging it. Jason looks visibly disheveled. You take in the sheen of sweat that gathered on his forehead and cheeks. 

“Are you faint at all? Nauseous?” You inquire. 

“No. I’m fine– better now.” Jason replies through gritted teeth, but you knew he was lying.

His words linger in silence as you feel almost all the emotions at once. Confusion speaks first. “Why are you here, Jason?” 

He doesn’t look at you directly. “I didn’t know where else to go.” 

Your stomach twists again. Fucking hell, Jason. 

“How’d you get hurt?” 

“It doesn’t matter.” He replied and you let irritation take the lead this time.

“To me it does.” You retort.

Jason doesn’t respond. You weren’t thinking straight. You missed him so much, you hated him for making you feel this way. You hated him for probably hating you too now. 

“I think you should leave.” You say flatly it’s then that he finally looks at you. He looks at you with the same light eyes and olive skin from last time. You feel sick.  

“Thanks.” He says softly and you feel everything bubbling up again. He wasn’t making this easy.

“Christ, Jason. You show up at my door at 2am with a bloody arm after avoiding me for two weeks and all I get is a fucking thanks?” You spat. You didn’t yell. You didn’t want to yell. You intended for it to hurt him as much as it hurt you. 

“I-I’m sorry… it’s just-” He begins. 

“It’s just what, Jason?” You ask sharply. A beat of silence passes before you decide to speak again. He looks away.

“Do you regret it?” 

Jason’s face always spoke before he did. He furrowed his brows and shook his head slightly. He paused before he finally answered, “No.” 

You tilted your head to find his eyes. “Will you look at me and say it?” 

“No. No, I don’t regret it.” He says, his voice barely above a whisper. 

“Then why have you been avoiding me?” You ask, softly. 

“I…” He hesitates again, not entirely sure of how to answer your question. “I got scared…” He says after another beat of silence. “It freaked me out at first– I didn’t know what to do…” 

Your eyebrows furrow, “What are you talking about?” Jason’s eyes locked with yours.

“What if I messed things up between us?” He asked rhetorically. “I’ve never felt like this before. It just shocked me… then afterwards I realized I wanted more.” Jason avowed. 

“More?”

Jason’s voice lowered again. “I wanted more,” He hesitated, “Than just the kiss…I want you.” 

You exhaled. This was all too much. It was too much and simultaneously not enough.  

“I don’t understand.” You muttered, “Why couldn’t you just talk to me? I thought you hated me.” A part of you was too ashamed to admit that last part out loud, even if it was true. 

“I didn’t– I don’t hate you.” Jason says sincerely. “I was just scared. I don’t want to lose you.” His face looked so innocent, like a child in trouble for breaking a vase. 

“I really liked kissing you.” He adds, it was so quiet you’re not even sure he actually said it. 

It was times like this that frustrated you the most, even beyond your admiration for the man. It was times like this that frustrated you because you knew you couldn’t stay like that for long with him. In the end, you’d always crawl back to Jason. 

Involuntarily, you reach out to touch his curls.Your hand fiddling with the hair at his crown. He stares up at you with those same eyes that started all of this to begin with. He looks up at you with the same eyes that you’d go back to time and time again. 

“I liked kissing you too.” You whisper. 

Jason’s eyes soften as he leans into your touch. “I’m so sorry, for everything.” He says, looking into your eyes. Hand still in his hair, he speaks again. 

“I just wanna be yours.” He confesses. 

The confession made your chest tighten. You wondered how long he’d been thinking about this. Gods above, if he only knew a fraction of the way you wanted him to be yours too. Jason takes your hand in his hair and moves it to his cheek. His face is warm and soft, just like you’d imagined. You step closer to him, his hand still covering yours on his cheek. You cup his face with both of your hands now and you place a soft kiss to the bridge of his nose. You felt his entire body relax against you as his face leaned more into your touch. Slowly, you kissed his cheek. You move his face so that it's in front of yours and you kiss the corner of his mouth. And with that, the dam breaks again as he presses his lips with yours. 

The kiss started off soft, gentle nips at each others lips, but Jason let out an involuntary moan and it flicked a switch inside of you. You took his bottom lip into your mouth and sucked. This earned a vocal and clear whimper from Jason as well as a shiver through his spine. He tried to resist pressing against you more, but the more you kissed him like this, the more he needed more of you.

You detached from his lips and watched him mindlessly chase your face as you backed off. You admired his face. The deep flush on his cheeks and his pink plump lips lined with saliva. You lean in again and your mouth finds the secret place between his collarbone and neck. Similar to that of a leech, you latch on and suck. You graze your teeth the spot while you suck and Jason can’t help but gasp.

“Feels so good,” He says breathlessly. You suck even harder at different spots, enough to leave marks. Enough for it to be hard to hide, enough for him to look at them tomorrow and be unable to think about anything else but you. 

You grip a handful of his hair and pull his head back, giving you easier access to his throat. In response, he lets out a low and guttural hum as you lick and nip at his exposed neck. 

Jason’s hips press against yours and you feel something hard poking at your hip. You look down between the two of you and see his hard-on straining through his pants. You look back up at him and all he’s able to mutter is a pathetic, “Please.”

You miss the feeling of his lips on yours, you kiss him again before giving in to his pleas. Your lips touch and he almost immediately rolls his tongue into your mouth. The kiss deepens as he gasps into your mouth and ruts his hips against you. Your tongues brush against each other and as the empty room is filled with nothing but the sounds of Jason’s moans and wet lips tangling with each other. 

You pull off from his lips and Jason whines at the loss. Your hands find his hips. “Please, what? Use your words baby.” You say in a low voice into his ear. Only for him to hear. 

“Want you…want you to touch me.” He says breathy and soft. You grin at his neediness and your grip at his hips a little harder. “Yeah?” You ask in a mocking voice. 

You give in to him. Just like you always do. You cup your hand in front of his mouth.

“Spit.”

And he does. He pucks his lips and lets out a drop of saliva into the palm of your hand, leaving a string of drool falling from his bottom lip. You reach down and with one hand, pulling the waistline of his pants and his boxers as you slip your spit ridded hand in with the other. Your hand immediately finds his warm and erect dick as you wrap your hand around it.

Jason whines at the contact and his head falls onto your shoulder. “Fuck,” he whispers, deep and low. You coat the rest of his saliva on his dick, slick and hot. You pump slowly and you hear Jason whimper against your shoulder. His uninjured arm gripping against your counter, his knuckles turning white. “Does this feel good, baby boy?”

Jason whines at the name. You keep the slow pace, pumping his length up and down through his pants. “Yes. So– so good.” He says through broken moans. 

With your free hand, you grab a fistful of his curls again and pull him back. Your entire body pressing into his. You suck at his neck as you continue to stroke him, Jason gasping and moaning wantonly into the air. He visibly shuddered and involuntarily bucked his hips up into your hand. 

You stayed like that for a while. Leaning against him as you stroked his dick with slick and languid pumps. You could tell it started to become too much for him. He bucked his hips faster and he squeezed his eyes shut. He looked so pretty like this, coming undone under your touch. It was all you. You who made him whine and whimper like a bitch in heat. You who marked your territory on his neck. It was you. 

“Are you close?” You ask into his ear. He groaned and his body shuddered again as he nodded. It was the only way he was able to respond. “Yeah? Am I making you feel good?” You squeezed his length tighter.  Jason’s entire face was flushed red and he squeezed his eyes shut in response. He nodded again while his chest heaved. 

“So pretty. You're so pretty like this, baby.” You tell him in the same low and sultry voice. “Who knew you’d be such a slut? Moaning under my touch like some whore.” 

Jason whined again, his moans getting louder. You knew he was close. You wanted nothing more than to see him come undone– to see his chest heave up and down and his jaw unlatch as you pumped his hard cock. 

“M’close…so close.” Jason blurted out between grunts. With a few more tight and firm strokes, you feel a hot liquid spill onto your fingers. Jason cums just as you imagined, breathing heavy as he moaned your name like a prayer, his jaw becoming slack as his chest heaved. It was so beautiful. You wanted to remember this image in your mind forever. He doesn’t speak. Instead you pull back from him and take your hand out of his pants. You make sure he’s watching you before you take your cum riddled fingers into your mouth. Slowly, you lick all of the white substance off your hand. You both keep eye contact as he watches you with low and dark eyes.  

The sight of you made him want you even more, but alas he was too weak from his orgasm to move and or form a coherent thought. You press another kiss to his cheek. He shivered again at the contact. 

“You’re so good for me.” You whispered. You kiss his lips softly, “...So pretty.” 

[luciopioid]

introduction post ✮⋆˙

hellooooo! my name is cami. im black and go by any pronouns.

unfortunately i have been on here for literal years, but this is my first writing blog! i write a lot on my down time, but i like to write fics for fun sometimes so I’ll usually post them here.

directory

all my writings are under “lcpd: [person/fandom]” for example: #lcpd: minnie

requests

requests are totally fine and more than welcome. (unless stated otherwise in my bio). you can find requests under the same lcpd tag.

who i write for (as of right now):

red velvet, wjsn, dreamcatcher, (g)-idle, itzy, fromis_9

dc comics

overwatch

what I won’t write

male characters x reader

anything cnc or non consensual

no hard bdsm

explicitly male reader. (always willing to do gender neutral though)

thank you for reading!