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[nouearth]

a lover's quarrel.

pairing ; dick grayson x m!reader. fandom: ; dc, nightwing. word count ; 589. genre; fluff. rating ; pg. warnings ; blue is dick's color, playful quarreling, stressed!dick.

“okay, just gotta get my keys and-“ dick’s voice caught onto the draft when he entered the bathroom, lips parted as he was dumbstruck when your outfit met his eye. 

the fifth try at your necktie kept you alert, attentive to every loop and knot the mirror reflected back at you. the night has been stressful and you admitted to yourself that it was a conscious effort to drown out dick’s voice, especially when he’s been stressed and cranky ever since bruce called to have dinner with the two of you. though you couldn’t blame him. it’ll be your first time meeting bruce and from what dick has told—maybe even convinced—you of him, he seemed intimidating.

with one last tug, you broke out into a wide smile when the blue tartan necktie lied neatly on your chest, completing the rest of your outfit. you’ve never been too keen on dressing this formally, but you’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t think you looked good—handsome even.

“huh! what do you think?“ the tie swung with you when you turned towards your boyfriend, your hands gestured downwards the length of your figure where your gaze would follow and his does too. “don’t i look dashing? haven’t dressed like this since my friend’s funeral-“

“change your tie.” dick bluntly stated, an uncompromising tone that you’re set to deter.

 “what- no! why!” you turned back towards the mirror in disbelief, brows furrowed in frustration as you began adjusting your tie again, ignoring the approaching man occupying the space to your side.

“come on, we can’t meet bruce with matching ties!” 

“what are you talking about?” the roll of your eyes met the back of your eyelids as you had already convinced yourself dick was being dramatic again, but you were tongue-tied when your gaze landed on a familiar pattern. blue tartan. “oh- okay, well i started dressing up first! you saw me grab the tie!”

 “yet you finished last!” he grumbled, marching back into the bedroom. you heard his drawer opening, which prompted you to follow him—only after double-checking your dress-shirt is wrinkle free and your hair is up to satisfaction. “and i saw you with A TIE, not with THE TIE.”

“what’s the point in even gifting me this tie if i can’t wear it? and why did you buy me the same one you already have?!” you watched dick shuffle through his assortment of neckties as you leaned against the doorway, arms crossed. the sound of fabric swept over another filled the silence while dick began narrowing down different options, pondering.

“…because it’s cute to have matching ties.” amusing yet annoying, that was all you could say about this argument—if you could even call it that.

“then what’s the problem-“

“just not tonight, y/n.” turning back, dick squinted as he held several different neckties out towards you as if you were a ken doll, framing the accessory just beneath your chin so it would align with your actual tie.

“oh my god, then why don’t you change your tie?”

“blue looks great on me.”

“okay, well so do i?”

“washes you out a bit.” you scoffed. usually you’d fire back with a banter, but you’re much too annoyed to keep this going. instead, you neared closer to him only to fall back onto the bed with a composed sigh, arms sprawled out to open the space between your chest, expecting dick to change your tie for you.

“how about red?”

“dick, i swear to god-“

nouearth. please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works.

[its-ares]

— Heartaches Continuum

Part II of Unrequited love is the worst, Male Reader

@nouearth @kawaiishipperforlife @screechingmoonfox

Jason lay in his bed and stared at the ceiling. Two hours ago your coffin was lowered and again Jason couldn't stop crying. He hadn't done anything but cry for two weeks anyway, sometimes he screamed at night when he woke up from his nightmare. He screamed, always for M/N. He sobbed and pulled at his hair until Dick carefully removed his hands from his head.

The others tried to be there for him, but their family was divided. Dick, Kory, Dawn and Bruce tried to comfort him. Rachel, Gar and Hank let Jason feel how disappointed they were in him for what he had done to M/N. Rachel lost a very good friend, M/N was always there for her and cheered her up. Gar lost his gaming buddy, together you played some game for hours. Hank missed M/N because of his quiet nature, the boy had listened to him when he told how he felt about Dawn and M/N helped him get back together with her.

The others didn't want to understand how much he missed him. Jason knew what a mistake he had made - and now he had to live with the consequences.

It was late, almost night, when Jason carefully sat down on his bed. Photos of the two of you were scattered around, you were happy.

"I'm so, so sorry M/N. I was an asshole and now you're just gone. How am I supposed to live without you?" Jason wiped away his tears when he caught a whiff. He looked up and saw you. You were sitting on his desk chair and looking at him attentively. Jason looked at you in shock, sure that he was finally losing his mind.

"Hey Jay," says M/N and smiles sadly. M/N slowly walked towards Jason and sat down on the bed. He put his hand on his former friend's cheek and stroked it gently. "Don't cry, Jay," M/N whispered.

"I don't understand, you- you're not real. I saw them lower your coffin into the ground. You're not here, you'll never be here again," Jason cried, shaking his head.

"You don't have to understand Jay, I'm here to tell you that I forgive you. I love you so much and believe me, it hurts that I can't be with you anymore, but despite everything, I'm still here," said M/N and put his hand on Jason's chest. „I‘m always going to be here“.

M/N leaned forward and kissed Jason gently. When he opened his eyes, M/N was gone. Jason smiled sadly and touched his lip. The pain in his chest was still there, but not as oppressive as before. He touched his chest and felt a warmth. "I love you too, M/N," Jason whispered.

We‘ll meet again soon, M/N.

[f4nrir]

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[vanillafantasy01]

@nouearth! I need help!!!

So I just came up with this lil idea right, you know something cute and perverted (and maybe, kinda, slightly, a tad bit illegal if you look deeply into it under a microscope😳) but I don't know who to use it for!!!😩

I don't want to give away too much, so all I can say is this:

Pervert Neighbour ~

Risqué Reader ~

Bluetooth Butt plug ~

Wrong Connection ~

Spying & Recording ~

Blackmail ~

Why do I feel like I just gave away the whole plot 💀 But anyways! Lowkey kinda in my Sexyy Red era rn, so if I dish out some real nasty fics from October to November, y'all know who to blame🙈

[nouearth]

NOUEARTH MASTERLIST.

i. DC UNIVERSE. ii. MARVEL UNIVERSE. iii. TELEVISION. iv. MOVIES.

[nouearth]

𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌 . . . 💭 ! twenty-four. he/him. asian. writing for bottom-male readers & constantly obsessing over the male anatomy. minors dni / nsfw & 18+

. . . ! ( 💌 ) ! . . . requests are open!

masterlist. ㅤㅤ rules & guidelines. ㅤㅤ wips. all fics. ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ imagines.

( 🔖 ) . . . 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬!

( 💎 )—lessons in kissing. ( ⭐️ )—a sticky situation. ( ⭐️ )—an internship at wayne enterprises. ( ⭐️ )—babysitting for miguel o'hara. ( ⭐️ )—poolside banters.

( 🔖 ) . . . 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬! ( 🎁 )—hear me out. [ apr. 27th ] ( 🎁 )—let me in. [ apr. 15th ] ( 🎁 )—a day at the office. [ feb. 19th ]

nouearth. please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works.

[nouearth]

obsession.

bart allen x male reader headcanon.

wc: 0.6k. genre: angst. warnings: obsessed!reader, stalker!reader, possessive!reader.

a/n: sorry it's so short (and sucky). ;; i've honestly been in a slump and i constantly feel like my writing isn't that good, LOL. it's been hitting hard the past few weeks, but maybe i just need to get some inspiration.

request: anon.

—it was dumb of you to feel this way. 

—pathetic, if you were to insult yourself. you already have many times, so once more wouldn’t hurt.

—jealousy was not a vocabulary in your book. in your world, you trusted your partners, as they had trusted you. thankfully, every one of your relationships had ended on mutual terms. 

—you were even still friends with a few of them.

—so, the fact that you were possessive over bart sent tremors to the spine of your book. 

—it snapped, cracked, and allowed the loose pages to be carried by wind and drafted somewhere into the ocean. 

—pages of feelings, deep and dizzying ones that kept you up all night until you had vertigo. and even when you were sick of those feelings, it only made you want him more. 

—as if bart allen could pacify the swirls of your mind, or find the missing pages to your book. whether he could or couldn’t, it wouldn’t matter because he would be yours now. 

—he’s mine.

—you remembered thinking that to yourself when a girl that you’ve seen before, two times now, batted her pretty eyelashes, licked her pretty lips, bounced her pretty hair at bart.

—it was the same ordeal. rinse and repeat, and it always caught him in a laugh, a gleeful smile.

—you wished it was directed towards you, curated solely for you. 

—he’s just being nice. you convinced yourself.

—bart is only for you.

—you didn’t know him, and he didn’t know you. the only reason you did was because the barista called his name.

—bart. what an interesting name.

—since then, he’s hooked you like bait. 

—iced caramel macchiato, you muttered one day. 

—it was his usual. an extremely sugary drink, but considering bart always looked like he came in after a run, it was a reward that he treated himself to at least twice a week.

—and twice a week, you’d come. wednesdays and fridays. 

—you’ve been wasting more money than ever, sipping on poorly brewed coffee that you could brew better at home.

—but it was worth it. all worth it.

—to see bart.

—always chipper, always tipped, and always…

—always had that girl come in and steal what could’ve been his dedicated attention towards you.

—you balled your hand into a fist, watching from your usual corner. 

—he doesn’t fucking know you. can’t you see he’s uncomfortable? leave him alone.

—your breath hiked when her hand gently rested on his shoulder in the brief moment they shared a laugh.

—you wished you and bart could too. 

—you swallowed hard on the fifth day, when the girl handed her phone to him.

—you wished you had his number.

—you breathed harder when on the sixth day, he no longer visited the café anymore because he had no reason to anymore.

—you wished you were his reason. 

—another week passed, and you would wait every day now.

—anxiously and desperately as you gulped down bart’s favorite drink.

—it was the only way you could remember him.

—be a part of him.

—and the drink had never tasted so bitter until the last week.

—the last day.

—they held hands as they entered the café.

—one honey latte, please.

—all right, and for you, sir?

—uh, can i get one chai tea? that’s your favorite right, babe?

—for the very first time, you didn’t wish for anything.

—instead, you left, threw your drink in the trash, and grumbled.

—for the very first time, you’d take your wishes into your own hands and squeezed them into pulps, into demands.

—you.—will.—be.—mine.

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[nouearth]

about this post: https://www.tumblr.com/nouearth/744165617263951872/im-sorry-but-im-convinced-that-dylan-n-logan?source=share

Bonus points if after the incredible sex marathon, Dylan, caressing your ass while Logan caresses your back, sends the video that captured all the recent action in your slutty hole to "the guys". "They're gonna love this, babe. They're not goin' to believe they missed ya first dp…But they're sure want to have their turn as soon as they see this, so get ready, 'kay? Just keep being a good boy for your men."

"the guys" is a group chat that includes the three of you and *stands up* Tom Holland n Ross Lynch!!

💌 : idk who you are, anon. but i always enjoy it whenever you (i presume it to be you) send me imagines like this, ugh. it puts fresh ideas into my head, fr.

can you imagine one of the guys being incredibly jealous and possessive as well? seeing your sloppy hole used and bred like that, it wouldn't be surprising to have one of them suddenly bend you over the arm of the couch as soon as you get home, and properly fuck and breed your tight hole.

and i bet logan and dylan would be absolutely hypocritical as you're being fucked by ross, then tom, shaking their head in disappointment because you're a slut and you've given yourself up too easily, like a dirty whore. all you're good for is taking cock, their cocks.

ugh, now i can't stop imagining a frat house full of our favorite men with nerdy!reader having the most addicting hole to breed.

[its-ares]

I‘m going to upload part II of Unrequited love is the worst, Heartaches Continuum, tomorrow ✨

@nouearth @kawaiishipperforlife @screechingmoonfox