opalimagines
Stargirl Imagines
**minors please don't interact**
685 posts
Don't wanna be here? Send us removal request.
Last Seen Blogs
holly-davies
blotto
svenoffizielle-blog
Mia San Mia
ger-shaikan-23
Going Snookerloopy
hypnoticmadamejade
Hypnotic Madame Jade
EroticMindScapes
mmmngoc
mmmngoc
Text
I just wanted to say since it's kind of relevant that in Struck By Lightning, a version of the events in Robinson's Starman happened not long after the JSA were murdered. After a while of trying to figure out how those events happening would work with Sylvester being Starman, I just decided that Jack had an older model staff that's like the comics one (meaning not alive). Shade becoming friends with Jack and reader knowing him feels so important to me.
And Opal City is in Maryland like in the comics (The one on that sign in season three was a different Opal City okay. The US is not that creative with city names so it tracks). Shade doesn't really have to sleep so making that 18ish hour drive in a day is totally doable 😆
4 notes
·
View notes
Text
Missing
Courtney finds you after The Shade disappears. Takes place the night of Summer School: Chapter Six.
Rick Tyler/gn!reader (He's not in this one though)
Warnings: None
"Hey."
You looked up from where you sat on the floor, your knees hugged to your chest. It was Courtney Whitmore who spoke, and who hesitantly came to sit next to you in the middle of the wrecked cafeteria.
Only a mere few hours ago, Eclipso had been released in that very room. He'd killed Cindy and Isaac...The Shade, too, it seemed. Courtney sure didn't want to be there after that, but for some reason, you did.
"How did you know I was here?" You asked softly, trying to hide the waver in your voice as you wiped away tears with your sleeve.
"Apparently, when you use your powers, Beth's goggles can pick up the energy. She said you ran all over town then came here, and you haven't moved since." Courtney reached out and put a hand on your shoulder. "We wanted to make sure you were okay."
"I'm waiting for my father to come back. That's all. I looked everywhere for him and didn't find anything, so I thought he might show up where he disappeared."
"Are you sure he's-?"
"Yes, I'm sure. He's immortal—over 200 years old. He can't die." He'd show up there to pick up his things, and he'd say some kind of witty retort. Because he was going to be just fine, no matter what Eclipso had done to him.
"I've done quite a bit of crime fighting with my father in Opal City, you know. The Shade doing that might sound strange, but he doesn't like any crime going on in Opal. He loves the city." You sniffled, and Courtney rubbed your shoulder. "Stopping bank robbers is nothing compared to what happened tonight. Eclipso killed those other kids. He hurt my father and your friend, Rick. It was..."
"Terrifying," Courtney finished.
"Exactly." Looking at her with your puffy eyes, you asked the question everyone else had been thinking. "Will we be able to stop him now that he's free?"
The staff wasn't working, and her friends and Pat had all been hurt. People were dead. But Courtney still had hope. Always. "Yeah, we will."
"And how can you be sure?"
"Well, me and my friends defeated the ISA a few months ago." Courtney's hand dropped to rest in her lap as she gave you a reassuring smile. "As long as the JSA is together, we can do anything. And that includes getting justice for everyone Eclipso has hurt."
Her words made your heart clench. You didn't have a team you could trust, or friends who believed in you. All you really had was your father, and he was...missing.
You remembered that he wasn't the only father figure that had gotten hurt that day. "Your dad...Is he doing alright?"
"Pat? He's awake now. The doctor said he could come home in a few days." She couldn't help feeling a bit awkward about her answer, considering you were waiting for someone who might not come home at all. Courtney stood up and held her hand out to you. "Come on, let's go. It's been a long night, and my mom and Mike are waiting outside."
"Go where?" You asked, looking at her hand in confusion.
"I'm not sure where you've been staying, but with The Shade missing, you shouldn't be alone. We have room for you."
You got to your feet, the exhaustion from crying really hitting you. After everything that had happened, it felt like you hadn't slept in days. "I appreciate the offer, but I'll be okay, Courtney. You were right, it's been a long night, so I'm going to try and get some sleep."
Courtney nodded and shoved her hands into the pockets of her jacket. "You know where to find me if you change your mind."
"And I'm staying in an abandoned mansion on the North side of town. In case you need my help, or you see my father."
If Courtney was correct, it sounded like you were staying at Henry's old house, but it wasn't the best time to bring up that ISA connection.
"Thank you, Courtney," you said with a sniff as you looked towards the hat and cane that still lay on the floor. "For checking up on me."
She gave you a soft, sympathetic smile, and it was the last thing you saw before you ran back to the King mansion and changed into your pajamas, all in a single second.
As you got in bed and let sleep take over, you hoped that Courtney was right about Eclipso.
#dc x reader#dc comics imagine#dc imagine#stargirl imagine#stargirl x reader#my fics**#struck by lightning
8 notes
·
View notes
Text
Legacies
Rick searches for you in order to get a lead on The Shade's whereabouts. Takes place during Summer School: Chapter Four.
Rick Tyler/gn!reader (He IS in this one)
Warnings: None
"How are we supposed to find someone with superspeed?"
Rick walked down Main Street after sunset, phone to his ear as he talked to his friend. Courtney had decided to look for The Shade, but Yolanda thought you might be the best way to find him. Unfortunately, it was too risky for her to sneak out of her house so early in the evening, and her parents were starting to get suspicious about the 'shifts' she was picking up at work.
Beth was busy fixing her goggles, so that left Rick on his own.
"I met them before at the diner. That means they're not always running."
"You think they'll help?" He asked, looking around for anyone he didn't recognize. "They were calling him their 'father'."
Pat had explained that you weren't actually the child of The Shade, but of Jay Garrick, the original Flash. Unlike with Rick or Jennie, Pat had known about your existence. He'd just assumed that you were killed by the ISA when your mom was since legacies could be dangerous. Obviously, he was wrong.
At first, Rick thought it was pretty cool that there was yet another legacy like him. But unlike Jennie, there was a good reason not to completely trust you yet. Even though you wore The Flash's colors, you had clearly spent the last decade with a supervillain. That could mean trouble.
"It won't hurt to try. I just wish I'd learned more about them at the diner. Maybe we'd have a place to start." It didn't help that she'd been so distracted lately and hadn't observed too many details about you outside of your weird eating habits. You didn't have that problem since, in spite of her costume, you recognized her and called her by her real name.
Rick stopped short in front of the window to the record store as he passed by. He hadn't seen you outside of your costume like Yolanda had, but it seemed pretty unlikely that someone in a denim jacket with a big yellow lightning bolt painted on the back would be anyone else. "I think I found them at the record store."
"The record store?" And that was when it hit her. The tape player you'd been listening to that first time you met.
"I'll let you know what I find out," he said, pulling the door open as he hung up and shoved his phone into his pocket next to his hourglass.
You were flipping through one of the boxes, and as he got closer, he could hear you softly singing along to the song that was playing through the store. "Meet me anyplace or anywhere or anytime. Now, I don't care, meet me tonight. If you will dare, I will dare–"
He got a quick glance from you before you continued your rummaging. "Rick." You knew this new JSA would come searching for you at some point, so you decided to hang out at the only place where slowing down wouldn't be so boring, with the occasional run to Omaha to burn off energy of course. One of the records caught your eye, Darkness on the Edge of Town, and you pulled it out to look at. "Do you like Bruce Springsteen? You seem like you would."
"Where's The Shade?" He asked bluntly. "We're looking for him."
"I don't know where he is."
He crossed his arms over his chest. "You expect me to believe that?"
You stopped browsing, giving him your full attention. "It doesn't matter if you believe it or not. It's true. You don't find The Shade unless he wants to be found. Everyone knows that." You sighed at the thought of the argument that occurred the last time you saw him.
"I haven't seen him since right after The Thunderbolt tried to attack him. He was...he was angry. More than I've ever seen him. See, he didn't want me here in the first place. He told me not to follow him, but to me, that was practically an invitation. He wants me to go back home and stay out of whatever this is, so he's not going to let me find him." You gestured at Rick. "That's why I was hoping one of you could tell me what's actually going on here."
"You don't know why he's in Blue Valley?" The Shade had been pretty unhappy when you showed up at the Zarick home, but at the time, Rick didn't think of it much. If he didn't want you there, it made sense to keep you in the dark.
"No, I only know that whatever it is, it's bad."
Rick looked away from you a moment, thinking about whether he should tell you. It wasn't like informing you about Eclipso being in town would make things any worse, and you'd be more likely to tell him anything you might know. "He's after the Black Diamond."
You waited a second, thinking he would continue, but he didn't. "Am I supposed to know what that is?"
Okay, maybe you wouldn't have information to share after all.
"Some evil thing called Eclipso lives inside of it. Courtney talked to The Shade, and he said he was here to destroy it, but–"
"You don't believe him." You placed your hands on your hips, and from the offended look on your face, he could see he'd hit a nerve. "I don't know anything about an Eclipso, but I do know that my father's not evil, and he's not going to form an alliance with something evil either."
"He was part of the Injustice Society," Rick said. "He killed your mom and dad. Your real dad." How you could call that man your father, he just didn't understand.
The mention of your parents and what happened made your heart heavy, and your hands dropped to your sides. "He didn't have anything to do with my mom. But with my dad...My father made a horrible mistake, and I know how much he regrets it. You wouldn't understand...I don't expect you to. All I want is to help him destroy this Eclipso so we can go back home. Right now, I think that means working with you and your friends."
"You want to team up?" He asked in surprise. He'd gone in expecting you to at least give them some information, not offer up an alliance.
"You should talk to your friends about it." You put your headphones over your ears. "I'll be around."
Before he could say another word, you disappeared in a gust of wind. As if you hadn't even been there in the first place.
Rick had seen some weird things the past few months, but he didn't see himself getting used to that.
#dc x reader#dc comics imagine#dc imagine#stargirl imagine#stargirl x reader#rick tyler x reader#rick tyler imagine#my fics**#struck by lightning
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
Welcome to Blue Valley
You arrive in Blue Valley for the first time and meet Yolanda. Takes place during Summer School: Chapter One.
Rick Tyler/gn!reader (He's barely in this one)
Warnings: None
What did your father want in Blue Valley, Nebraska?
The question had been bugging you all day, ever since he had driven away from your Opal City home that morning. It became even more puzzling when your initial run told you just how small and simple the town was.
Your father had seemed concerned, almost afraid, when he told you he was leaving. What could be so scary about such a little place? You'd have to investigate more before he arrived.
You skidded to a stop in front of a sign that read 'Welcome to Blue Valley, Nebraska', and the lightning from your powers dissipated quickly, leaving you looking like an average teen. This place wasn't like Opal, the existence of a speedster wasn't an open secret. You had to act as normal as possible—the same reason your father had taken his car instead of simply using a shadow portal.
But going slow didn't come so easily to you. It never had.
You took your Walkman out of your bag, clipping it your belt and placing the headphones over your ears. Music could often help a bit with grounding you, leading your Uncle Jack to gift the tape player to you several years ago. The familiar sound of Roadrunner played as you began to walk down Main Street.
After a life spent in Keystone and Opal, Blue Valley felt far too foreign. No skyscrapers, no bustling sidewalks, no heavy traffic. The few passerbys were waving at you. A stranger. It was quiet and calm and very much not your usual speed. And it didn't seem there was much to do besides catching a film—judging from the TWO movie theaters—or eating at one of the few restaurants you'd passed.
When you spotted a place called Roy's Records, you had to really stop yourself from zipping inside and looking around like a kid in a candy store. Things were serious. Something in Blue Valley was worrying The Shade, a man who was never scared of anything. You needed to figure out what.
Well, after you took care of the growling in your stomach. Your high metabolism meant you had to eat often, especially after running halfway across the country. If you went too long without eating, you could pass out. You turned around and walked the few feet back to the diner you'd passed before. It seemed as good an option as any.
As you walked in the door, you turned off the tape and put the headphones around your neck. The restaurant was pretty cute, if you were being honest. It had the classic look of an old-fashioned diner, and it spoke to you as someone who'd had a fondness for old things instilled in them from a young age. And the greasy smell that lingered with the scent of coffee told you you'd be getting all the calories you needed.
"Sit anywhere you like, hon," said one of the waitresses—Maria, her nametag read—as she carried a tray past you. "We'll be right with you."
"Thank you," you replied, sliding into an empty booth.
Maria directed another waitress towards your table. She was about your age and very pretty, with two long, dark braids over her shoulders.
"I'm Yolanda." Usually, she didn't have to say her name, and not because of her nametag. Everyone in town knew who she was. But she didn't recognize you. "Can I get you something to drink while you check out the menu?" She asked as she placed it on the table in front of you.
"Tea would be great. Please." You weren't convinced the tea would be very good, but you were willing to give it a chance.
"I'll be right back."
Yolanda walked away, and it took you only a fraction of a second to look through the menu and find what you wanted, so you waited. Something you were not so good at.
By the time she returned with a cup of tea in hand, you could barely stay still. "Thank you," you said, taking the mug from her hands.
"You're welcome."
Your thanks were premature, because as you took the first sip, you had to hide the disgust on your face. Luckily, it had happened too fast for her to notice.
"So, you're new here, aren't you?" She asked, already knowing the answer.
"Just visiting from Opal City," you said, setting the tea down on the table. "My father's here on business, and I decided to join him." She didn't need to know that he had explicitly asked you not to join him.
"Opal City? You're pretty far from home."
"Tell me about it." You looked down at the menu again, pretending as if you hadn't already read the thing front to back. "Um, may I get this breakfast platter here? Three of them, please. And two orders of strawberry french toast."
Yolanda's eyes nearly bugged out as she abruptly stopped writing the order. "Did you just say three platters? And two french toasts? Do you have more people coming?"
"No, only me." So much for acting normal. And you hadn't even ordered as much as you usually would. "I'm just...really hungry."
"Okay..." She finished writing your order on the pad, unsure whether you were screwing with her or not. She'd seen Mike eat before, so she knew a teenager could put that much away if they put their mind to it. "I'll get that put in for you."
"Thanks, Yolanda."
If you thought the wait for tea was bad, waiting for all that food to be cooked was even worse. When you ate out in Opal, you'd go to places that got their food out pretty quickly, or you went with your father, who had always been good at helping you cope with how slow the world could be.
The bell above the door rang, and you turned your head to see three more people entering. All your age and all just as pretty as Yolanda. But one stood out to you more than the others, a tall boy with brown hair. He had a sort of sadness about him that his two companions didn't.
Yolanda greeted them and took them to a table, seeming much less awkward as she talked to them. They must have been her friends then. It was rude to eavesdrop on what they were saying, you knew that, but you were bored and wanted to live vicariously. Besides, it wasn't like you'd be in Blue Valley for long anyway.
It didn't take long for you to catch their names. Courtney, Beth, and Rick.
They talked about it being the last day of school and how some of them would be starting summer school. You hadn't thought about it being the end of the school year for most, considering you hadn't been to one since you were in kindergarten. Your father had you privately tutored, which you knew you were lucky for when it came to your education, but part of you had always longed to go to a real school and have friends. To be somewhat normal.
You sighed as you turned your attention away from them and put your headphones back on to help pass the time. You just wanted to eat and do your more thorough check of Blue Valley. Then, if you didn't find anything, wait for your father to arrive and try to force him to let you help.
A few songs later, both Yolanda and Maria came over carrying trays and placed several dishes on the table in front of you. Right away, you noticed that she had mixed up your order—blueberry french toast instead of strawberry—but you were too hungry and in a rush to say anything. "Thank you, I appreciate it."
Yolanda left your table again to check on others, and when she came back a few minutes later to see if you needed anything, you were long gone. Every plate was clean of food and stacked neatly, and next to the dishes was a big bill with a note attached
Keep the change!
⚡️
Who can eat that much food that fast? And who signs a note with a lightning bolt?
Yolanda glanced out the window for any sign of you and found none.
One thing was for sure, there was something very odd about you.
#stargirl x reader#stargirl imagine#dc x reader#dc comics imagine#dc imagine#rick tyler imagine#rick tyler x reader#my fics**#struck by lightning
2 notes
·
View notes
Note
Honestly, Rick was giving those vibes in the show. Just imagine he acted like that but with Reader’s crush? The drama, especially if she already confessed to Reader but he rejected them.
Yeah I definitely think he'd have a small jealous streak. He wouldn't be quite as dickish as he was with Cameron (unless that's who you like, then in that case it's even worse than with Courtney because there's a romantic aspect added) but it's still noticeable.
I like the idea of it being after a rejection on his part also. He does like you a lot, but he's not in a good place for a relationship since he's still working through everything. So he turns you down, he just doesn't quite communicate it right and you take it as a full on rejection. When you start trying to move on he can't help feeling hurt and having some bitterness towards this other person, even though he knows that's not really fair.
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
I know it's been mentioned that Cameron might have thought Rick had a thing for Courtney because he was being so aggressive towards him for no reason. But what if you thought the same thing? Like you have feelings for Rick and think it might be mutual, then Courtney and Cam start their thing and Rick behaves the way he does. So you basically think "Oh, of course he likes Courtney and not me 😕"
Someone's going to call you an idiot. Probably Cindy because she doesn't pull punches.
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
Rick and Cameron threesome would be so hot but also...they would kill each other
4 notes
·
View notes
Text
Struck By Lightning
The Shade's adopted child—the child of the late Jay and Joan Garrick—follows him to Blue Valley and meets the new JSA's man of the hour, Rick Tyler.
Pre Season Two:
...
Season Two:
Welcome to Blue Valley
Post Season Two:
...
Season Three:
...
Post Season Three:
...
This is not a series in the usual sense. It's basically random scenes I want to write about in this universe. This masterlist will have them in order of when they take place.
5 notes
·
View notes
Text
A reader with powers like Rogue would be funny with Sylvester though, because I see it being like a Rogue/Gambit situation. As in, you can't even touch each other without at least one layer in between, but he's still so down bad for you it's crazy.
#i was randomly thinking about who would be best with someone with her powers#he makes sense to me idk
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
Request: For the smut prompts can I request 1, 16, 17, and 58 with Rick. You two have a heavy make out session in the mustang then stroll into training with matching hickeys. And you get teased for it. Pls ilysm
Requested by anonymous
Character: Rick Tyler (Hourman)
Reader: Neutral
Warnings: not smut but MINORS DNI anyway
1. Heavy making out
16. Leaving marks
17. Straddling their lap
58. In a car
The latter part of senior year was pretty stressful most of the time. Trying to keep up with grades and extra curriculars, planning for prom and graduation, worrying about what the transition to college would bring.
And that's not even mentioning the pressures outside of school, the ones that came with having another identity. Spending the days at school and the nights being a crime fighting superhero had never exactly been easy, but it was a different animal when high school was coming to a close. Especially since the people of Blue Valley became aware of the super team that resided in the town, adding extra importance to keeping your identities safe.
But when you and Rick were alone together, none of it really seemed to matter. The world could be forgotten for a while, whether you were out catching dinner at Richie's, or watching a movie at one of your houses, or—as you were at the moment—in the back seat of his Mustang, parked in a secluded spot.
Make outs were the best of all when it came to the stress of life. Straddling your boyfriend, kissing his neck as he held you close, his warm hand caressing your back beneath your top. Your mind would just be empty, focusing on making him feel as good as he made you feel.
All of this was stress relieving for Rick, too. No homework, no plans, no supervillains. His favorite place to be was with you, no matter what you were doing.
You couldn't resist the urge to kiss his lips again, admiring his pretty face a moment before you did. He groaned softly into your mouth, his hands moving downwards.
As you pulled away to continue your work on his neck, your phone started to go off in your pocket, cutting through the moment. You didn't even look at it as you took it out, silenced the alarm, and threw it into the front seat.
"Training's in ten minutes," you mumbled, grazing your lips over his skin.
"I don't care," he said without hesitation, holding you even closer—if that was possible.
"I don't care either."
Unable to ignore the calls from your friends as easily as an alarm, the two of you were on the way to meet your friends about twenty minutes later.
Rick opened the door to the Pit Stop and you walked inside together, only to be immediately met with the whole team dressed and ready for the usual fight training.
"You're late. Where were you?" Beth asked.
"Studying." "Studying."
Mike and Jakeem began to snicker, and Courtney and Yolanda were smiling. Beth's eyes went wide as Cindy and Artemis smirked at each other. Cameron was keeping his gaze anywhere but at the two of you. And Pat just looked overall disappointed.
Suddenly, you realized that in your rush to get there, you'd neglected to cover up the evidence of what you'd been doing. You looked over at Rick, who was already looking at you, and noticed the dark splotches his skin. Usually, you'd put makeup on them. You even kept his exact color with you just for situations like this.
The tank top you wore didn't exactly conceal the spots on your neck and collarbone either.
"Shouldn't we get started?" You asked in an attempt to avoid talking about it, an attempt that was sure to fail.
Rick immediately followed your lead, "Yeah, let's train..."
"What were you studying?" Cindy asked as soon you joined the rest of the group. "Anatomy?"
Rick was about to tell her to mind her damn business, but thankfully, Pat spoke up. "That's enough. We're already behind, so let's get going."
As Pat continued, you took Rick's hand and mouthed a 'sorry', and he gave a gentle squeeze.
Next time, you'd have to make sure not to cut things so close.
#dc x reader#dc comics imagine#dc imagine#stargirl x reader#stargirl imagine#rick tyler x reader#rick tyler imagine#my fics**#minors dni
6 notes
·
View notes
Text
Can I request number 9 and dialogue 13 and 38 with Ted Grant? He wants to do it so bad but you’re nervous about sitting on his face. He comforts you and tells you he’ll forgive you if someone goes wrong. Just let the man have this!
Character: Ted Grant/Wildcat
Requested by anonymous
Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), face sitting
Reader: Neutral pronoun-wise but has a vagina
9. Face sitting
D13. "Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do this?"
D38. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"You seriously want me to do that?"
Ted laid between your legs, both of you naked and flushed, as you'd just finished tearing one another's clothes off. You were expecting the usual oral when he looked down at you with his bright blue eyes and suggested changing things up. "I wouldn't ask if I wasn't serious."
You chewed on your lips as you rested your head back against the pillow. The idea of sitting on Ted's face as he ate your pussy as ravenously as ever did sound hot, and it was a totally normal thing that people did, but it didn't stop you from having reservations. "What if I get too carried away and smother you to death, or crush your skull, or something like that?"
"Now that'd be a hell of a way to go." It sounded much better than the way he'd probably end up dying some day—killed by some maniacal supervillain.
"I'm not joking around, Ted."
Ted stroked your thigh. "Nothing's gonna go wrong. Even if it does, it was my idea. You can blame it all on me." He'd never push you to do something in bed that you didn't want to, but he knew you well enough to see that you did want it, you just needed reassurance that you wouldn't hurt him.
You ran your hand along his muscular chest as you thought about it. Yeah, you weren't the average human and possessed quite a bit more strength than Ted, but surely if things got too risky, he could get you off of him. He'd surived things much more dangerous than your superpowered thighs.
Without a word, you pushed him off of you and back against the mattress, stradling his hips. Ted couldn't help the smirk at you taking charge as you leaned in close. "If it gets to be too much, just tap my leg a few times."
"Got it," Ted said, knowing full well he was about as likely to tap out that night as he was in battle. Meaning there was no chance in hell.
You climbed up his body until your thighs were on either side of his head, leaving what he wanted almost close enough to taste. Ted grabbed your thighs, his fingers pressing into your soft skin. He had to resist the urge to dive right in as you spoke.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"You have any idea how long I've wanted to do this?" He shot back immediately, looking up at you with those lust-filled eyes you'd come to know so well. "I'm sure."
You moved so you hovered right over his face, and Ted took a moment to admire you. That perfect pussy of yours, how soaked it was. He'd been the one to do that to you, and he'd be the one to taste you. His cock throbbed just thinking about it. He used his grip on you to pull you the rest of the way down and get to work. Right away, you let out a moan as his hot tongue started licking up your juices.
Ted had always lived up to his codename in bed, but there was something about his head between your thighs that really drove him wild. He'd bury his face in you and go at it like he was a starving man and you were a buffet. That wasn't to say there was no technique because he had plenty of that. He'd given you countless orgasms to demonstrate his skill.
And he was well on his way to giving you yet another one. "Fuck, Ted," you moaned, grabbing onto the headboard as he greedily devoured you.
He groaned at the noises you were making, your sweet taste. That and the filthy wet noises of your cunt only made him more eager. He could do this for hours if you wanted him to.
A hell of a way to go, indeed.
You cried out as he sucked at your clit, and you couldn't help grinding against him a little. Ted moved his hands to your ass, urging you on as he kneaded the flesh.
His growls vibrated against you as you practically rode his face, and the headboard began to splinter in your grip. You had to focus your strength somewhere that wouldn't hurt him, even though you'd have to buy yet another replacement.
You could do nothing but curse and moan, your orgasm drawing nearer. It was right there, and he wasn't going to stop until you reached it.
Finally, you cried even louder, and your thighs tensed hard as Ted continued to work your clit to draw it out as much as possible.
Once you couldn't take anymore, you moved off of him and laid down on the matress, panting and still making soft noises at the sensitivity between your barely working legs. Despite his mouth being messy with your juices, you grabbed Ted by the back of his head and pulled him in for a kiss.
He broke it with a chuckle. "Well, would ya look at that. I'm still alive."
"Shut up," you said with a laugh, giving his arm a playful slap.
Ted put his arm around you, and you took a moment to recover before the night continued on...
5 notes
·
View notes
Text
Sylvester getting super drunk while you're out at a karaoke night with some JSA friends and singing Kiss from a Rose for you. The man cannot sing at all so it's awful. He will never live it down.
Definitely not inspired by the scene of Jeff singing it in Community/it popping up on my shuffle today
4 notes
·
View notes
Note
Hi! First of all, bless you for literally being the driving force behind the Rick Tyler fics. Second, I also love the Shade love this fandom has been giving recently. Can I request something with reader being the Shade's daughter and dating Rick? With a lotta theatrics from the Swifts, if you please 😁 and maybe some spicy with Rick 😜
I forgot to post this. Anyway, done!
2 notes
·
View notes