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angelltheninth · 2 months
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Saw your inbox opened and I have never touched the ask button so fast in my life lol!
May I request smut scenario for Dick x fem!reader x Jason where the boys got hit by Ivy's sex pollen and fem!reader (also a hero) being a good friend *helped* them with their problems *cough* pls? And then, at the end, maybe confession of romantic feelings between them UwU? Your choice in choosing kinks!
Srroy if my English sounds weird. It's not my native language.
This reminded of of the Harley Quinn episode but more kinky.
Pairing: Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader x Jason Todd
Tags: nsfw, smut, friends to lovers, confession, threesome, sex pollen, double creampie, friendly competition, degradation, praise, dirty talk, neediness, grinding, clit stimulation
Word count: 1.1k
A/N: Definitely not something I would ever want to happen. Nope.
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All three of you have been warned about the pheromones and their effects. This mission should have been over and done with quickly, but your recklessness made it a bit more... hard. For Dick and Jason in particular. They took the hit for you, they were the ones who were keeping you sandwiched between their hard bodies and hard cocks, Dick kissing your lips, Jason behind you, both of them grinding their hard cocks against you.
"Careless." Dick mumbled against your lips, his hand shoved down your pants and rubbing your pussy over your panties. "I'm sorry."
"I'm not." Jason laughed behind you, his gloved hands on your hips, his hips unapologetically grinding against you, "You're too sweet for this. Helping us out and all. But fuck... I can't say that I'm sorry. Just keep between us. I don't wanna see Dick's dick."
"Go fuck yourself." You sucked on his middle finger as soon as he put it up to Jason.
"Nah. She's doing a great of job of that. Aren't you sweetheart?" You groaned when Jason slapped your ass playfully. "Fuck. That was a nice sound. Sorry but I'm not waiting anymore. Unlike rule boy over there, I ain't gonna pretend I don't wanna fuck you." Jason's hands pushed his pants and your leggings down, his cock rubbing, gathering wetness between your pussy lips and smearing it across his cock. "Wet little pussy, all ready for me."
You were looking forward, into Dick's beautiful blue eyes but your hips bucked down against Jason. You were conflicted between the two men, you always were. Being with them felt good, having their attention felt good, now it was your turn to make them feel just as good.
"I can help you both." You whimpered as you pressed your lips against Dick's. "I can take both your cocks." You weren't so sure, just Jason's felt so thick, but you'd make them fit. They were the ones suffering.
"You're welcome to try." Jason was always so cocky when talking to you. He wanted to fuck you way before this. Dick on the other hand was more reserved.
His face was pink with blush, his eyes almost guilty as they looked at you. He wanted you too, but was afraid to say anything.
"It's okay. You- ah!" Before you could tell him anything Jason decided to be a jerk and push his cock inside you. "Jason, you fucking idiot." He laughed at your insult. You could call him any name under the sun as long as you kept taking his cock like you did. The fast slapping noises made it hard to focus but you forced yourself to.
You grabbed Dick's cheeks and pulled him in for a rough kiss. "I-"
"Don't apologize. If... if Jason gets to fuck me, then you should too." You tried to convey to him how much you wanted him too.
"Yeah, Dick. Come on, are you really gonna make a lady beg? Look at her!" Jason's barking laughter echoed loudly in your ears as you felt his hands grab your thighs and pull you up, your back leaning against his chest. You almost screamed at how deep his cock was hitting at this changed angle, his balls slapping against you with every thrust. "Bet you anything she's thought about this. She's squeezing so much, like a fucking slut. But if you don't want her then I'll use her up all on my own."
His words definitely got under his frienemy's skin. Dick pressed to your front, his cock pulsing over your clit, his hands slipping to your ass. "I can't. Not unless I say this." He leaned forward and ghosted his lips against yours. "I love you. I've always loved you, ever since I first saw you I wanted you."
"I love you too." His blush spread further as he rolled the tip of his cock over your clit and then pushed it against your already full pussy. "It's okay. It's okay, I'm gonna be okay." You were reassuring the two of them as much as yourself.
Jason's lips found your neck, leaving hard little kiss marks on it. Suppose you shouldn't neglect the man who was currently making your mind go blank. He sighed into your kiss, tongue pushing into your mouth with clamming force. Those kisses weren't nearly as forgiving as Dick's, Jason demanded you pay attention to him.
"You should hear it too. Jason, I- oh my god, oh fuuuu-!" You couldn't get a word in when Dick started fucking you too, two hard cock filling you at once, fighting for your attention, the pulsing, clenching wetness of your cunt. So Dick could be petty too. "Love you."
"The feeling is mutual." Of course Jason wasn't the best with words, with feelings. But he claimed to be the best at this. "Are two cock's enough for you? Or are you greedy for more? I wonder how many you could take? One. In. Every. Hole."
"Stop talking to her like that. She's not just some bitch you get to fuck." Dick growled at him and pulled you more towards him. "Come on baby. Tell him."
You wished you could deny what Jason said. Because you didn't want any cocks that weren't theirs. That was the truth. But you couldn't catch enough of a break between one cock and the other fucking your pussy. So you couldn't deny it. Jason laughed while Dick started you wide eyed and with his mouth parted in shock. His cock twitched inside you, his hold getting more and more possessive.
"I won't let them. No one else will fuck you. No one." You rarely saw him snap like this.
"Seems like she likes it. Maybe we need to make her see who she belongs to." And naturally Jason was encouraging this. Both men started fucking you faster, harder, your pussy filled to the limit and more. Your arms wrapped around Dick's shoulders to keep yourself grounded but Jason's arms still held your legs open. "We can do it inside right pretty girl? You want our cum in your pussy?"
"Y... Yes. Yes! Anything for you." You moaned, your hips moving on their own, no control or care, your mind swimming with pleasure. "I want your cum."
"Both our cum. At once." Dick repeated against your lips as he pushed in one final time, Jason giving it a few more good pumps, in and out, Dick's cum dripping down and soon joined by his, a torrent of warmth flooding your abused hole. Your vision went white, body boneless against Dick's, legs limp in Jason's hands as you shook and twitched. "Shit. Are you okay?"
"Holy..." Jason chuckled, "She came so hard she passed out." You groaned weakly, not enough strength in you to tell him to shut the hell up. "You did good." His lips pressed one side of your neck, the action soon mirrored on the other side by Dick. They kept kissing you until you were strong enough to move, to talk, to tell them you loved them both so much.
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hanasnx · 2 months
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MINORS DNI 18+ NOTES: the picture on the left is michal mrazik who i edited to look like jason so i’d appreciate it if u didn’t use it.
JASON TODD who humps your ass any chance he gets. Not that he’s desperate for relief like some hound, but that it’s his own personal bit that sometimes reaps benefits. You weren’t trying to catch his eye when you were stretching out, on your hands and knees to extend your spine in a deep arch. Inhale after exhale, each breath relaxed you, until a perfect visible curve to your back sloped into your succulent backside and lured your boyfriend in like a fly trap.
As if he could smell that you’re in a compromising position, he comes up behind you on the mattress. You can feel his weight shift as he walks on his knees to you, dick first. “What’re you doin’?” he asks coyly, and his hips bumps yours. You roll your eyes with a scoff; only he could assume you’re doing this for him. Easily, like he’s done a thousand times before, his thick fingers slot in the folds where your thighs connect to your pelvis, wedging between the fat there because of your stance. He keeps you steady as he swings forward, giving you congratulatory little humps. “Uh, uh, uh,” he orates with each thrust, as if narrating his entry with feigned moans. Each one’s harder than the last, and as he knocks against your tailbone, your body reminds you of the times you’ve been in similar positions.
The powerful placebo shoots through you with each connect, and you whine from the memory of him rearranging your guts in doggy style. He dry humps you yet you’re squirming and whimpering like he’s inside you, burying your heated face in the covers. He doesn’t fully register the extent of it, but he starts getting the picture, and he muses, “Yeah? Yeah, baby? Feel good?” while he’s rutting harder. You’re so stupid for him, you respond to him with all your pathetic confirmations. You’re banging against him, you can practically feel every inch of him plunging in you, his balls rapping against your folds. Both of you are playing the game, his cock hardening with each gradual increase of pace, and every manic thrust against you. The sensation of sex isn’t confined to memory, traveling through you like lightning, like he really is fucking you. It’s all imaginary though, clearly reminding you of cruel reality when he stops. Only to kickstart up again when you hear the familiar sound of his belt.
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dejwrites · 2 years
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀─── ⠀ ⠀⠀ make up⠀ 〳 ⠀ j.todd ‵
❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ( synopsis ) even after a harsh argument, he still finds his way back at your door.
♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — reading discretion is advised: female reader, her/she pronouns, female anatomy, written with black reader in mind, same y/n & jason from this one shot, profanity, angst (implied argument between reader and jason), mentions of bruises/cuts, jason meets reader's parents in this, him asking whose is it was extremely self indulgent ok, pet names (baby, listen you guys can't unclench this pet name out my hand when it comes to jason), mentions of children, reader and jason make up after an argument in reader's childhood bedroom lol, soft smut yay, oral (f.receiving), missionary position, i guess slight mating press positon, breeding kink (try to unclench this kink away from and i'll bite you), wc: 3.6k, minors dni pls
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YOUR ARGUMENTS NEVER DRAGGED OUT LIKE THIS. They were always little and ended with mumbled apologies and hush kisses after heated words. However, this argument left the most hideous knot in your stomach whenever your mind wandered off to think about it. You never went over two days not speaking to your boyfriend Jason, it was never in the both of your nature to not at least hear each other voice. Even if it was for a split second, the two of you always found a way to talk to each other. Perhaps that's why these past couple of days have been rough for you.
A simple disagreement about communication was an explosive time bomb that caused you to question where your own relationship stood at the moment. You found your eyes watering thinking about how upset Jason was before storming out of your apartment. The sound of the door slamming still played in your head like a horrendous loop of a chilling Halloween tune. One day turned into two days and two days turned into three—still no word of him. Your pride not wanting to message him since you weren't even sure he understood why you were so frustrated at him.
"Hey sweetheart, I can't wait until you and Jason get here. I know you said, he didn't have any specific request for dinner tonight, but I think I went a little overboard" You remembered your mom saying before you left to venture towards your childhood home.
You had forgotten all about Jason meeting your parents this weekend. You couldn't even come up with an excuse on why he wasn't coming. If you told them that you and he were taking a break, your parents would most likely not like him. So, here you were showing up with just yourself and some excuse on behalf of Jason. Maybe you can say his grandfather got sick? Had to babysit his younger brother? Anything to avoid any other curious questions from your parents. Praying that within your time of not seeing them for a while, they would no longer be able to read you like a book similar to when you were a teenager.
However, the time has come, and here you were sitting at the dinner table—alone and with silence swallowing you and your parents up bit by bit. You sipped at your wine nervously before it was your mom addressing the elephant in the room of your missing boyfriend that you spent the past couple of weeks gloating about how excited you were for him to finally meet them. Your mother's lips parted to speak, but the sound of the doorbell interjected in her concerning words for you.
"I'll get it," Your father firmly said before he's standing to go answer the door.
As soon as your father was out of sight, your mom leaned over a bit to get a closer look at you. She took note of the way you were avoiding her direct eye contact, "Sweetie, did something happen between you and Jason?" Her hands reach over to caress your hand.
"You know you can speak to me about anything," She comforts you like the way she did during your first high school breakup.
You were trying so hard not to cry. Your eyes were aching to let a tear finally come tumbling down your cheeks simply because you missed him. But the sound of a familiar laugh causes your head to snap towards the entry of the dining room. There he stood with a black eye a bruised lip and that stupid grin he always gives you. Jason Todd.
"I apologize for being late," Jason says as he placed a kiss on the top of your head before taking the seat next to you at the dinner table.f
You could tell that your mom was suspicious of Jason, her eyes darting from you who had plastered a smile on your face, and back to Jason. He managed to butter your father up with some joke and an expensive bottle of scotch you were sure Jason probably snagged from Bruce when Alfred wasn't around. "I just got caught up with work." He says.
Your mom darkly chuckles. You wanted to mentally roll your eyes at the way the kind sweet welcome basket-making mom went away with a quickness. Now, the protective mother lion attempting to protect her cub demeanor was on. "Work? Huh? What exactly do you do?" She asks.
"Jesus! At least let the kid put food on his plate first." Your dad sighs with a head shake.
Jason returned the chuckle and gave your mom a grin. You weren't sure what excuse he was going to give her. You just knew the true occupation would have your parents banning you were seeing Jason as if you were Rapunzel herself.
Jason motions to the bruises that decorated his face like a used art canvas. "Boxing." He said with a grin.
You watched your mom shift in her seat. It was as if she was searching for if he was telling the truth or not. You wanted to tell her that this trick only worked on yourself and your father, but you just sat back passing whatever food Jason's eyes lit up seeing. After all, your mom did cook all of this for him. As soon as his plate was full, he dug it. He had a quite large appetite.
"So, are you pro or trying to become pro?" Your father asked as he was eating also.
You knew anything about sports would get your dad excited. He used to coach your high school basketball team.
"I'm trying to, hence the fact that I was late. I want to apologize again for that, I know this was very important for you two and Y/N." His eyes glances over you before you could feel him grabbing your hand under the table.
Could he sense that you were beyond out of it at the moment? Your mind was racing with so many questions? He just showed up after the two of you haven't talked for days. Eating with your family like the two of you haven't shared severe words towards each other.
"No need to apologize, she seems happy that you came and that's all that matters." Your mom answered before her lips finally curve into a smile. "She talks so much about you that we just had to meet the guy that has our daughter so lovestruck in Gotham." She pushes around the vegetables on her plate.
"Hopefully, she has only told you good things," Jason says.
"You know the usual. He's so cute. I really think I love him. We'll make such cute babies...the usual things." Your mom says.
"I didn't say the last thing." You said out loud.
"So, you don't think you and I will make cute babies?" Jason playfully nudges your shoulder. "Come on, they'll have the most cutest nose because they'll have your nose and my eyes." He says with a grin.
There goes that grin again. That grin causes your body to instantly heat up and all the blood to rush to your cheeks. Despite being so confused about the situation, you still returned the smile that you were trying so hard to hold back. "I didn't say that. It's just, I haven't mentioned anything about babies to her. The other statements are true though."
Jason laughs, "I know."
You could feel the pad of his thumb rubbing circles on your palm. How can he make you feel at home even though you were technically in your childhood home? He made you feel so safe and cherished.
The night went on with Jason wooing the hearts of your parents. He had a drink with your father in your father's study, most likely giving Jason the somewhat-threatening threat in case Jason broke your heart. Jason even helped your mom put away the leftover food that was left. As soon as the moon peaked through the curtains of the house, it was time for everyone to call it a night. You got ready for bed after showering, most likely settling in bed to go to sleep. You knew your mom would purposely have her book club ladies at the house the following morning just so she can show off her future son-in-law.
As you were in bed reading a book, you could hear Jason come into your room after showering. He's rubbing a towel through his damp dark locs while a white towel was wrapped around his waist hiding away his lower half you have seen countless times. You hated to admit that your curious eyes glanced up from the romanticized words in your book to peek at him while he was looking through his suitcase for something to wear to bed. Droplets of water staining his toned chest followed by the glorious site of happy trail—that went so well with the well-sculptured v-line that was on display.
Your lip grazed at your chapstick-covered lips before you realized you were staring. You quickly averted your eyes back to your book, but your attention was tugged away once again due to Jason's words.
"I'm sorry, that argument we had was so fuckin' stupid." He admitted. His back was turned from you, but you knew he had a look of regret on his face. "I shouldn't have said what I said."
"It's okay. I figured you were sorry as soon as you came here. If you wouldn't have shown up, I would have assumed our relationship was done." You truthfully admitted.
Jason turned around and the look of horror that was on his face caught you off guard. You could even see his lip twitch in annoyance at you even thinking about the mere thought of you two breaking up. "Please, never think about something like that." He takes a couple of steps to be by your side.
"We'll figure it out, we'll talk it out. That's what we do." He firmly said.
And that was true. Every argument, you two figured it out. You sat down and communicated with each other. Perhaps this argument just got a little too heated due to the overwhelming amounts of stress on both ends. With Jason and his Red Hood activities and your life at work, it was bound for both of you two explode like a ticking time bomb. You just exploded at each other though.
“I know.” Your voice trails off as you looked down. Finally realizing that your argument was silly, could have been resolved if the two of you weren’t so stubborn.
Jason’s tall stature is hovering over you before he’s lifting your face up to look at him. “Don’t have such a down face.” He’s leaning down peppering your face with subtle kisses gaining a giggle from you.
"Jason, stop! Your towel is going to drop." You said through your faint giggles.
"Let it," Jason responded before he entrapped your lips.
His kiss forced you to fall back on your bed, your body pushing yourself further on it to give Jason space to climb on top of you, which he did with a quickness while being sure to not squish you with his weight. Through subtle breaks between the kisses, you’re mumbling against Jason’s lips. “I missed you so much.” 
It was true. The days without him not being next to you in bed felt empty & quiet. You missed the warmth of being in his arms after a long day. You missed his soft grumbles while he was sleeping so close to you not wanting to let go. You just missed him.
“We miss you too baby,” Jason spoke back against your lips. 
His tongue is stained with the taste of mint toothpaste traces alongside the outline of your lower lip. You could even feel him grind against you a bit, feeling the imprint of his hardened cock against the inside of your thigh. That’s what he meant when he said we. 
Your hand slipped between the two of your bodies, gracefully brushing against his heated skin to tug the towel down. Your hand grazed against his hardened cock causing him to tug away to let out a relaxed sigh. Jason begins to kiss your neck, indulging in the scent of you that he missed so much. His hand grabbed ahead of yours which was so desperate to make him feel good. He pinned them above your head and kissed his way back to your kiss-swollen lips.
He mumbles against your delicate skin, "I want to make you feel good."
His callous fingertips danced down your body until they found their way into your underwear. The oversized t-shirt that once belonged to Jason was pushed up just so he could have better access to you and what was his. He hooked his fingers upon your underwear to tug them down your smooth legs. Tossing the piece of fabric so carelessly behind him before he kneeled down. His hand tugged you closer to the edge of the bed. His lips pressed teasing kisses on the inside of your thigh.
He was so eager to get a taste of you and you could tell by how eager his kisses got as he got closer to your drooling cunt. You relaxed under his touch when you finally felt his face fully in between your thighs. Your breath instantly hitched in your throat feeling the way Jason's tongue glided against your puffy lips. Your hand instantly went to grasp for his hair as felt the wet kisses upon your sensitive bud. "Jason, stop the teasin' please." You whimpered out.
You gained a hum from your boyfriend as he made direct eye contact while he was letting the flat of his tongue collect all your juices before he was back paying attention to his task. His eyes closed as if he wanted to focus on making sure you came. Each time you attempted to squirm away from him, his arms only pinned you back down forcing you to endure him. After all, he hasn't had a taste of you in a while—it's the least you could do.
As soon as you felt his tongue trace alongside your sopping entrance of your pussy, you felt yourself rocking upon his face in the most pornographic manner. You prompt yourself up on your shoulder assuring Jason how well he was making you feel. The fiery pit that was bubbling in the pit of your stomach was slowly approaching. The only thing you could let out was the moans that encourage Jason some more. "Don't stop Jason, I'm so close." You panted out.
As soon as he heard them words, Jason's tongue begin to rapidly flicker at your clit. He insert his index and middle fingers and his dick appeared to grow harder feeling how wet you were. His fingers weren't shy to make you feel just as good as his mouth. He was sure to pump them inside you at the pace you loved. He felt you tighten around his finger, but that didn't stop Jason from removing himself from between your thighs. Your body shook so violently while your hips rocked against Jason riding out your drastic orgasm. You exhaled sharply letting out a dragged-out moan of pleasure and as soon as Jason's mouth was no longer on you—you felt so empty.
"Gosh, you look so beautiful like this," said Jason as he was letting his tongue glide across his lips collecting any more of you that stained his mouth.
Jason was a very passionate lover at times. It all depended on his mood and the situation. Tonight, you couldn't tell which side you were going to get. But from the way he left you a panting disaster after being in between your thighs—you knew he wanted to prove something to you. Perhaps he missed you during the days you two weren't speaking. As Jason climbed on top of you, his hand lining himself up at your soaked entrance, his tip that oozed with precum teasingly brushed against you.
Before your lips parted to mumble a sarcastic complaint, Jason's cock shoved its way inside you bit by bit shutting you up completely. Your head sank into the pillow under your head and your hand flew up to grasp at Jason, "It's okay baby, you just haven't had my dick in you in a while." He cooed down at you.
By his cocky tone, you weren't sure if he was praising you or mocking you. He leaned down to pepper your face with soft kisses, "I'm going to start movin', okay?" He adds.
Jason begins to move slowly. He didn't want to hurt you or anything, so until now his strokes were slow and steady. It kinda felt like the first time you two had made love. You remembered the vivid memory of when Jason first said I love you. It took you by shock because you weren't even sure he meant it. However, the way he made love to you that night proved it.
With each move of his hips, Jason gained a moan from you. From broken gasp to subtle mumbles of his name, he was putting his all into making sure you felt good. Most likely putting his own pleasure on the backburning just to hear you coo out his name a little louder in the night. When Jason heard your hush moan encouraging him to go faster, he did what he was told like the perfect boyfriend he was.
His pace quickened causing the headboard to your bed to knock against the wall. You were glad your parent's room was down the hall, but you did remember on some nights your mom would leave the master bedroom to get tea when she couldn't sleep. Hopefully, tonight wouldn't be one of those nights.
"Fuck, you feel so good." Jason groaned out.
He tugged his cock out fully and his eyes darkened at the sight of your slick covering his cock. He pushed himself back inside your addicting cunt as if it was the missing puzzle piece to a puzzle. The feeling of you wrapped around him was like an intoxicating drug he couldn't get enough of. Without a word, Jason hooked his muscular arms under your thighs to form the lewdest mating press position.
You were completely trapped under Jason due to each time his hips pushed forward he was bottoming down inside you. The sound of skin slapping against each other echoed the room alongside your broken moans of his name.
"Whose pussy is this?" Jason questioned. Each syllable that passed by his lips, he rammed his hips into your harder.
Usually, you would spit out some bratty comment to get a rise out of the dark-haired male, but tonight in the heat of the moment—you're desperately and proudly moaning out that it was his and only his.
With your legs hooked under Jason's arm, your eyes lolly in the back of your head each time his hips pushed forward. Your pedicured toes curled with each kiss his cock pressed against your cervix. Your fingernails dug into the skin of his limbs grasping to want to intertwine your bodies some more.
"I'm going to cum Jay," You moaned out. A single tear glides down your flushed cheeks.
You finally were able to meet Jason's intense stare. Sweat droplets decorated his forehead and chiseled chest. His face was shaded with the color read through the intense session of passionate sex. "Go ahead and cum. Let it all out, baby." He says.
Jason could feel your thighs quivering under his arms and that caused him to drop them immediately—returning to the ardent missionary position the two of you were previously in. His strokes were slow and sensual. A sign that he was so close to being a cumming mess just like you. His hand went down to rub at your throbbing clit in a circular motion. It was quite amazing how well, Jason knew your body. From the way your lips gasped apart or the way your eyebrows crinkled together—he knew that you were so close to clutching around his cock and that's all that mattered to him right now.
The pleasurable feeling of you pulsing around him drives him to the edge. The grasp he had on you grew a bit tighter and his strokes were a tad bit sloppier. Just a matter of time, he could feel his balls grow heavier. A string of profanity words with a mixture of whines rolled off his tongue as if it was a foreign language. He could feel his body grow hotter due to the load of cum he just released. Just as the vigilante was about to pull out hesitantly due to the overwhelming power of your pussy clutching around him perfectly, you wrapped your legs around his waist. The heel to your feet pressed against his lower back as you trapped him into a kiss indulging in the mess below your waist. The both of you are forced to ride out each other high from makeup sex until your bodies finally gave out on you.
Jason's body collapsed next to yours, you and Jason were completely exhausted while your dazed eyes stared at the white-colored ceiling. Your brain felt like mush while your body still was processing what had just happened.
"You think your parents heard us?" Jason broke the thick silence between the two of you.
"If my mom starts showing you my baby hand-me-downs in the morning, then yes." You rolled over to cuddle against him. Your head promptly laid on his chest as you felt him kiss the top of your head.
"Good thing I didn't pull out then."
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planetwaynez · 7 months
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Thought of the day!!!!!
Tonight it's a special "thought of the day" bc its all about the unspeakable things I spoke about to @fandxmslxt69 so I will all of you know my thoughts!!!!!
Jason is very possessive of his s/o, if we are talking about a dark romance characterisation of him, he would very much be vocal about it and toxic. If we are talking about a more light version of his characterisation he would keep all to himself.
BUT we are talking about dark romance Jason Todd
He likes to grab his s/o by the throat, but gently, just to make them aroused and create that atmosphere of danger
He does have a primal kink
No I don't make the rules
Jason with a primal kink is like: once a month he will chase you around Gotham dressed as Red Hood and, guess what, you never know when he will do it
Which makes everything more interesting
So picture this: you go out with some friends to have a few drinks when you feel that you are being watched. You know who it is, and he taunts you the entire night.
He's not the type to make obvious that he's about to catch you, when you realize you are already in his arms, being held by your throat facing his mask.
It's really hot
Totally the type to speak to you in a low voice when you are being a brat
Deep down, Jason loves when you go all bratty bc if gives him a reason to spank your ass
He loves to leve marks on you
Handprints on your waist bc he held you too roughly, too tightly
Handprints on your asscheeks bc he spanked you after you were a brat
Purple marks on your neck that he left behind after kissing and biting you there
Teeth marks on your tights
Some people in the beginning of your relationship thought he was straight up beating you, so he became more aware of where he would leave marks on you and when
Sooooo
Coming back to the primal kink thing
I think it's something that he found out totally by accident and since then it's his favorite thing ever, specially when you don't realize he's chasing you
Totally the type to spend a long amount of time eating you out
He loves pussy, but specifically yours
He can spend hours there
He loves giving but also loves receiving
Jason does fuck your throat on a regular basis
He loves the way you gag on it, the spit down your face, the tears staining your cheeks and your hair on his hand
He loves to see you so pliant on your knees, your hands on your thighs looking up at him
Loves when you ride him but he's a big fan of putting your legs on his shoulders and just fucking you into oblivion
Jason is a hair guy
Doesn't matter if it's long, short or medium he loves to pull your hair very hardly
He's just over-all a very lovely guy with rough edges and I would let him fuck me into Sunday morning without a problem
He also loves to fuck you doggy style and in front of mirrors (but only when your body is the main attraction)
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saintblk · 7 months
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CAMBOY!DICK GRAYSON
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contains: sexual content, vulgar language, black coded!afab!reader
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CAMBOY!DICK GRAYSON who consistently finds himself trending on twitter. y'all did not hear this from me, but twitter porn was where i found the best porn. he wears a poorly made, cheap, half-face batman mask he found in the costume aisle of a target. he snorted and placed it in his cart but found it absolutely hilarious using it to keep his anonymity as a camboy months later.
CAMBOY!DICK GRAYSON turns his webcam on after a stressful night of crime fighting and comes to the conclusion that he needs to unwind. the tips quickly roll in as soon as his live starts, causing him to break into that toothy grin that makes everyone swoon and keyboard smash in the comments. during some casual small talk, he reaches into his boxers and pulls out his member to stroke. a groan or two break out of his throat every so often until the conversation ends because all he can focus on is the feeling of his hand wrapped around his shaft, pumping desperately for release.
CAMBOY!DICK GRAYSON who meets you while picking little damian up from school. it just so happens you're there to pick up your little brother as well, and you're dressed in the smallest skirt and tightest crop top. turns out you were new to gotham and moved in with your family while paying off your college debt. every inch of you seemed to be glistening, and the scent of your cocoa butter moisturizer filled his head with sinful thoughts. so in true dick grayson manner, he manages to charm you into bring your little brother over to make nice with damian, who seems utterly mortified at the thought. you accept anyway with a cheeky smile and put your number into dick's phone.
CAMBOY!DICK GRAYSON has you bent over nearly every surface of his apartment soon enough. he's completely infatuated with you and baffled at what was supposed to be a fling becoming far more. the hold you had on him was beyond that of your tight cunt clenching around his length, though that was part of it. dick finds himself allowing you to do what no other woman had done. he lets you stay the night, let's you make breakfast after some life-changing morning sex. he even allows you to parade around his apartment with just his shirt on while he simply takes in the view.
CAMBOY!DICK GRAYSON who makes love to you on camera for all his fans to see. he's got you wearing a cat-woman mask just as poorly made as his own, that tickles his face just a bit whenever he leans down to kiss you. his fingers intertwine with your's as you wrap your legs around his waist to keep him inside you. he fucks you with reckless abandon and makes you lose all rational thought. he cums with you that night, planting soft kisses on your warm skin and whispering secret 'i love yous' meant only for your ears.
CAMBOY!DICK GRAYSON is exceptionally good at aftercare. as soon as he shuts the camera off, he's slipping the mask off and scooping you up in his arms to run the two of you a warm bath. it soothes your sore muscles, and hearing his words of praise make you feel like you're on cloud nine.
"so good for me..." he hums with a peck to the shell of your ear. "did so well, baby."
you bite your lip and sink into his hold just as he urges you to talk about your day. you ramble about any and everything and camboy!dick listens as though every word you speak is worth more than gold. any moment with you is treasured by him considering his job as nightwing kept him from you during the nights. camboy!dick relishes in the tranquility of it all and basks in the moment. there and then is when he decides holding you in his arms is a far better alternative to winding down than webcamming ever was.
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writerofhades · 1 year
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Once again, Harley Quinn has been bested by Batman and sent to Arkham Asylum for the Criminally Insane. But this time, she spiced things up. She had some of her goons poison Arkham's water supply with a certain chemical her and Poison Ivy made. To put it simply, they made the world's strongest aphrodisiac and exposed a building of countless Metahumans. Harley sat in the cafeteria, surrounded by people enjoying the water she contaminated. She just had to wait for the aphrodisiac to spark into a raging inferno of lust.
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dollwritesarchive · 1 year
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𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 & 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 — 𝐡𝐚𝐥 𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐧
𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!lantern!reader, rough sex, dubcon in the beginning, suggested age gap ( undefined but hal is significantly older ), sir kink, improper use of constructs, pet names ( little girl, baby girl, sweetheart ), hal is a condescending asshole, very light impact play ( face slapping ), brief knife kink mention, size kink, slight pain kink, all characters featured are 18+
𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ requested by my bestiest maguroni. do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3
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this should’ve been a dream come true.
your very first, official mission with Honor Guard, legend, and your personal role model— Hal fucking Jordan. after all, he was the reason you worked so hard to become a lantern yourself, and protect your very own sector of the universe. he was a living, breathing interuniversal hero, and that was unheard of for a human. you wanted to be just like him.
out of all the cadets freshly trained, you were hand picked to tag along. to follow his every order, and to learn from the best.
and you’d fucked it up in a major way.
you were only trying to help, and thought that you made the right call by abandoning your post to chase the culprit— until you realized it was a fluke. and the prisoner had slipped by your perimeter as easy as could be while you were chasing your wild goose.
needless to say, your Honor Guard supervisor had been pissed, and tore into you right there, civilians watching and all. he’d gripped your face when you’d attempted to stare at your feet and wrenched it back up towards him, hollowing your cheeks with how much pressure he’d applied as he leaned close to hiss in your face. “Don’t ever disobey my orders again, rookie. I say jump, you jump. I say sit pretty, you sit pretty. You got me?”
your eyes were wide— he didn’t yell like Kilowog who’d trained you, but growled, threatened with dilated pupils and furrowed brows. “Yes sir.” it was all you could muster: a pathetic and humiliated whisper. you could feel everyone staring, and you wanted desperately to disappear.
“Get in the cruiser.” he’d murmured, clenching his teeth. you glanced to the vessel waiting. it was sleek and only required one to man it. it had been designed specifically for this mission, for you and Hal and the prisoner. you nod, obedient, and expecting some form of punishment awaiting your arrival back on Oa. however, Hal adds, gruffly, as he gives you a subtle shove when he releases your face. “Your ass is mine.”
“What did I say, huh?” Hal barks, the emerald specters flowing from the ring on his finger, branching off into a multitude of massive hands, all grabbing at you, pinning you to the control panel of the oh-so-shiny, brand new intergalactic cruiser. “I told you that your punishment for insubordination would be severe, didn’t I?”
“Y—yes sir.” it was hard to think about anything other than how he’d managed to wrap you up in constructs, glowing green fists that cinch your wrists together above your head, coils of them that spread your legs, the glowing blade that’d sliced your suit to shreds, exposing most of your body to him. you couldn’t even concentrate to fight back, and knew better than to try, anyways. your head lolls back, eyes tracing along your bound wrists, nervously gripping at them.
“Look here, little girl.” Hal demands, and your attention snaps back to your superior before you. he’d finished his cock from his suit, and now pumped it to life, and you stare with widened, awe-filled eyes as it swells. he was big and strong, the tip swelling right beneath his thumb as he teases his own slit with a grunt of pleasure, one hand gripping himself at the base as he takes one step closer to you, and then another, until he stands in the gap provided by your split thighs.
there’s a faint bubbling in your belly, an urge nestling deep inside you, just as you take in the full visage of Hal; the thickness, the bulging vein that spiderwebs the underside of his shaft, and the broad head that you could imagine would force a cry from your lips if he speared into you. you can’t help how wet it made you. “S—sir…”
Hal tilts his head, jutting his hips to drape his length over your belly, to emphasize just how much bigger he was than you— how deep he would go. it made your head swim. by the looks of it, he would never fit. “Oh yeah, I’m definitely going to ruin your pretty, little pussy.” he smirks, as if replying to the disbelief in your mind and written all over your face.
“I’ll never disobey your orders again, sir.” you breathed out, chest heaving with anxiety ( or, was it anticipation ? ). “I’m sorry…”
but Hal quirked a brow, running one hand up the length of your body, he made sure to give your tender breast a hard squeeze before caressing your cheek, taunting you by running the pad of his thumb over your trembling bottom lip. “Oh, it’s much too late for that, little girl,” he croons, pushing his thumb between the threshold of your lips. he hooks it against the corner of your mouth to keep it anchored there. “You’re gonna take your punishment like a good girl, and then you’re going to know exactly what happens to insubordinate whores.”
the hand holding himself on your belly has, instead, directed his herculean cock to your exposed, slick sex. but, he didn't plunge right in. Hal takes his time, using the bulbous, pink tip to spread your netherlips, running it up and down, gathering your essence over it. “You’re fucking dripping.” he hums, but it’s guttural as he tries to muffle his primal snorting. you can still see it, though, in the way his massive chest rises and falls. “I think you like my punishments.” his eyes, which had been admiring just how he can split you open, and how each time he’s blessed with a flash of your hole clenching on air, just begging to be stretched. “Want me to stuff you?”
you wished you could hide your face, because your body was already agreeing— back arching whenever the head of his cock bumped your sensitive clit, squirming and soaking him with slick, you didn’t need it to be anymore obvious, but your face would give you away yet again. big eyes, lips trembling and forced open by his thumb, you slur against it, looking down at where your bodies were meant to join. “It… it’s too big… that won’t fit inside me.” you say, incredulous.
but you can tell Hal wants to chuckle, and maybe if he wasn’t so angry, he would’ve. the corner of his lip twitched, threatening to etch into a wickedly dashing smirk, but he stops it. he simply says two words.
”Let’s see.”
and forced his way inside.
you cry out with your head thrown back, for once straining against the constructs that held you down. your body wasn’t meant to stretch as much as it had to accommodate his size. your walls spasm around the girthy intruder, clamping down, and Hal releases a bestial groan. “Fuck,” he mutters, and pushes his thumb against the flesh of your cheek, “you’re right, I am too big for you, aren’t I?” you can’t even think straight enough to nod, but it didn’t matter. it didn’t stop Hal from falling into a hard, deep rhythm. with each, powerful snap of his hips against yours, he fills you to his hilt. “Doesn’t matter to me, sweetheart, I’ll stretch your little pussy out until I fit right. I don’t care if I gotta pound it out over and over again. You’re mine, anyways, until we reach Oa.” oh fuck, you’d forgotten exactly how long the trip back to HQ was. it felt like weeks, but it was hard to tell for sure. no day or night, just the inside of the ship.
a knot forms in the pit of your gut; would he really keep you twisted up and spread open like this, right here on the control panel? would you be so easily accessible that all he would have to do is reach over and he could fondle you? the whole trip back?
with the power behind his thrusts, and the way the head rammed deep, it was clear that you weren’t meant to be the one enjoying this. he’d gone beyond any of your sweet spots, and instead jabbed relentlessly at the edge of your cervix. he was fucking you the way that he wanted, even if he thought you wouldn’t like it. it even hurt, each time, taking so much more than you were designed for, but you couldn’t help but moan out loud. it still felt good, no matter how much you knew it wasn’t supposed to. his girth plowed through your canal, and you squeal for him to please be gentle, but you don’t mean it. not really. it feels too good to look up at this titan of a man, and watch him decimate you. watch him use you.
it made you so fucking wet that, when he dives in this time, you squelch in response, and Hal moans louder, grabbing a fistful of your hair with one hand, whilst the other grabs your face and forces your chin into your chest. you sounded sloppy, and he liked it. “Come on, baby girl, go ahead and watch me destroy that pussy. ‘S what you deserve, after all. A good, hard fucking to remind you who the fuck’s in charge here.” you mewl pathetically, staring down the length of your belly. your emerald suit was merely a chunk of threads against your ribs, your breasts spilling out the gash at the neckline and the entire crotch ripped out. you could see his shape and size, the imprint of it, bulging against your stomach with every thrust, and your hands ball into tight fists. but you stare, and whine, and come undone without so much as a warning from your body. it was almost as if you were so overloaded with sensation that you just snapped. your orgasm wasn’t big the first time, but you were now twice as sensitive. each thrust feels like it has double the power and malicious intent behind it, now. Hal seems to like it, too, because he smooths his palm over your heated cheek before planting a rough smack against it. “Takin’ orders just fine now, aren’t you, little girl?” the slap temporarily stuns you, or maybe it’s the orgasm that was wracking you, but Hal brings you back with another thwack against your cheek. “All I had to do was shove my dick in you and you’re ready to comply now? You wanna be your Honor Guard’s good, little fucksleeve?”
it stings, a lot. and your eyes widen again, flickering up to watch his face— offended, but incredibly turned on. he hit you. twice.
“The answer is ‘yes sir’.” he threatens between hot puffs of strangled air, his rhythm never even faltering. but he was glaring at you, palm rubbing the pain of the slaps into your cheek, as if reminding you that he can do it again if he wanted to.
“Yes s—sir!” you squeak.
another slap.
you whimper and flinch, and try to turn away from it, but his grip on your hair is too tight to escape. you had to take it, whether you liked it or not.
the worst part was: you fucking loved it. it twisted your guts into knots when he hit you, coupled with how ferociously he was rutting into your body, you were only moments from cumming. again.
“And you’re gonna do whatever the fuck I say from now on?”
“Y—yes sir!”
“Damn right,” Hal grinds his teeth, yanking on your hair harder, but his other hand travels down to knead your breast and pinch at your nipple. he can feel when you unravel for a second time, this time your climax has you spasming and babbling, fingernails digging into your own palm.
“C—cumming,” you whimper, helplessly thrashing, “I’m cumming aga— again!” it was a cry for mercy, mostly. in shock that your body could even function after the first one, but this one was strong and, seemed to be, never ending. wave after wave of torturous pleasure washes over you, and Hal refuses to ease up. he’d so much rather force you to ride it out, and before you knew it, your legs were trembling. your eyes could hardly stay open, and you couldn’t think. “P—please, sir,” you were gasping, punctuating each, violent thrust with a syllable, “p—please c—cum, I— I need… r— rest…”
you knew he must want to. he was throbbing inside you, moaning, breathing ragged, and his jaw was sewn tight. but he only scoffs. “You’re done when I say you’re done. This is your punishment, remember?” he spat, and the constructs melted away, freeing your arms and legs. the only problem was that you were now too spent to move, so you could do little but lie there and tremble. squinting, you peer up in time to see his power morph into a chain-like ring that clamps around his engorged base before a heavy, green lock snaps into place, swinging back and forth as he ruts. he snorts at the sensation of the ring tightening around his cock, squeezing. it would keep him from cumming, you realized, until he felt like you’d earned the break you so desperately wanted. you whine again, and he plows into you harder to accentuate his next statement, “It’s gonna be a long ride home, little girl.”
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saylorsaysstop · 2 months
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That’s My Girl - Dick Grayson 18+
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“That’s my girl… just like that. Your mouth was made for me, baby. Yeah… that’s it. Suck a little harder—don’t be afraid to use your teeth a little.. Shit! There you go. Oh, sweetheart, you’re gonna make me come so hard.”
The sounds of pleasure falling from the lips of Nightwing has you forcing your legs shut so you can reward yourself some sort of friction. The heartbeat between your thighs grows adamant, pulsing steady as you continue to lick, slurp, and kiss along his gorgeous length.
Dick Grayson wasn’t just any man to you, no. He is the grantor of your pleasure, the only one capable of making you feel dizzy and spent with just one swipe of his tongue across yours. A deal—that’s what you two struck. Friends with benefits. No strings attached.
You both weren’t looking for a relationship, just someone to help with a need.
“Look at you, baby,” Dick holds your chin as you look up at him, tears blurring your eyes from his insatiable size. You gag mercilessly around him, sputtering along his cock, his grin near sinister.
“You take it so well, sweetie. That pretty mouth was made to take this cock.”
But when he says things like that, you can’t help but lose your resolve a little.
Your groans grow louder around him, the vibrations sending shockwaves down Dick’s spine as he hisses. You resume your acts of pushing him to release while his hand wraps around the back of your head, his hips rocking back and forth as he makes his mark on you.
You move faster, tongue and the gentle graze of your teeth, until you’re licking the swollen tip, the salty taste of his impending release like a lolly on your tastebuds. Rich and sweet, Dick pumps harder, echoing curses under his breath as he comes with a cry.
“Swallow every drop of it. Shit, you’re so good at this. Mine, baby. Do you hear me? You’re mine.”
Tears fall as you swallow every ounce of warmth that fills your cheeks. Dick watches on with a look of adoration, his fingertips gently brushing your cheeks as you work to swallow the rest.
He takes himself out of your mouth and brings you up to stand between his knees. Running his hands over your sides and the curve of your ass, he spanks you lightly, grinning like a man who just reached the top of the world.
“You’re so good to me.” He leans forward, kissing your sweaty forehead.
Your heart pounds. You want to kiss him badly. Tell him that this wasn’t just an act of service anymore, that it’s not nothing to you anymore.
You did the one thing you and Dick promised to not do.
You were falling for him.
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dollwrites · 10 months
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Can you do a little drabble with Hal using the ring to hold reader down while he fucks her face?
𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ),fem!reader, suggested age gap, use of the word daddy, face fucking, deepthroat, improper use of a power ring, light bondage, degradation ( but in a cute way ) all characters featured are aged 18+
𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ HAAAALLLL my mf daddy 😤 I MISSYED HIM please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3
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“Ahh, there she goes!”
Hal’s head drops back as he slips the final few inches into your mouth. you’d been so timid, so unsure that you could take him all the way in, but your eyes widen, blurry vision catching the way your cheeks swell when he presses forward. he’s grasping himself at the base of his mighty cock, fingers hooked under his heavy balls as he bucked his powerful hips forward, trying to stuff them into your mouth, as well.
your back arches up off the bed, knees jabbing upwards towards the ceiling as you plant your feet there, pressing hard, trying to propel yourself upwards. the sensation of your throat bulging as his girth delves into it is maddening, and you forget, suddenly how to breathe through your nose. you start to gag, and writhe.
“Listen to those pretty sounds,” Hal grunts, and the emerald specter of his raw willpower flows from the ring on his finger, coiling around you in delicate, lace ribbons, that cinched your body back against the sweat-soaked sheets. they tie a final, large bow around your belly, and hold you in place, like you were a gift, wrapped ever so precariously for him, “those cute, filthy sounds ‘a yours. ‘S okay, daddy’s not gonna let you choke. Breathe through your nose like I taughtcha, yeah?”
your eyelids flutter, tears escaping your ducts and rolling down your cheeks. you try to nod, but when you do, his rough, heavily veined hands rub your already swollen lips raw, and you gargle.
“There ya go…” he swooned as you inhale deep, your chest rising and falling with ragged breathing through your nose. your body struggled against the energy bonds, jerking with your arms restrained tight at your sides. “There’s my best girl. Just breathe, and relax. Let daddy do all the work. Let me pound that tight, little throat ‘a yours, fuck, that feels good.”
he’s found a depth he likes, with your tiers smashing into his base, rubbed raw by the thick patch of mahogany hair, and he lets go of himself, opting, instead, to wrap his fingers around your throat to feel the shape of his own cock imprinting from the other side. he shudders, and moans, bracing his feet on the floor and hunkering down more, his hips pistoning at such a speed that dribbling your face against his groin made you dizzy. “Good.. girl, that’s right,” he sounded distant, and you weren’t sure if it was because his head was dropped back as he stroked the shape of the bulge, using your throat to get him off, or if it was because you were getting drunk on the heat of his body against your face, the smell of his arousal and sweat as it engulfs you, traps you there. “Just daddy’s good, little throat toy, arentcha? You like this like I like it? Does it make you wet when I use your throat to jack my cock off like this?”
you want to muster a reply for him, but all you can do is gurgle and whimper, globs of spit and precum dribbling out of your mouth, sticking to his crotch, smearing over your cheeks and rolling down towards your hairline.
but Hal chuckles, and it’s a raspy, lust-heavy chuckle, “That’s right, little girl. Make those nasty sounds just for me. Daddy’s gonna make a mess of ya.”
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birdniight · 17 days
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dbf! hal jordan needed!!!💖
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— 𝐃𝐀𝐃’𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 !! 🧪
hal jordan x fem!reader
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬… porn with plot. smut. age gap. dbf! hal. fingering, blowjob, dirty talk, pet names “doll”, p in v.
𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁. . . no copying of my work is allowed. Free translation is allowed as long as I am credited.
𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞… as I said in my other posts, English is not my first language. I have tried to make corrections with the translator, but as you all know, it is prone to making mistakes, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or if anything sounds weird.
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞… This is definitely my favorite request ever. I NEED MORE REQUESTS ABOUT HAL 🙏🏻🙏🏻. I hope you like this <3
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For as long as you can remember, Hal Jordan has been your father’s best friend. The friend who occasionally ate lunch at your house, and the friend you were never supposed to be attracted to.
And in the darkness of his apartment, when the two of you were alone in his room, you realized it was a complete mistake to get involved with him. But as bad as it was, you couldn't stop looking for him.
He was in front of you, but you weren't watching him because your mouth was busy doing other things. Specifically, your tongue surrounded every inch of his erect cock, staining your mouth with his wet essence.
At the same time, he held your hair to guide your movements. But when his size started to suffocate you, that was the moment when you started to cry because you couldn't stand it.
— Come on, doll. I thought you could handle it.
He smirked as he pulled your mouth away from his cock to admire your smeared face. He even reached out to wipe some of his cum off your chin with his thumb, only to put it back in your mouth later and have you lick it all off.
— Did you swallow it all like I taught you?
Tears soaked your cheeks, but you nodded as best you could.
You were then roughly thrown onto the bedspread. He positioned himself against you, pressing your body against the mattress. His mouth threatened to touch somewhere on your naked body, but the touch of his lips was the least you could feel, so you began to feel more anxious than usual.
— You want this, don't you, doll? Look at you, crying like a slut just for a few caresses. — He whispered in your ear.
— Please…
— That's all you can say? What's wrong with you? Has sucking my dick made you stupid?
You began to breathe heavily as you felt him begin to move down your body. With one hand, he outlined your bare thighs with the suggestive intention of opening them until he could reveal what was hidden between them.
— Shh, stop crying. I'll give you what you want.
His warm hand traced the wet outline of your pussy, the simple touch it was enough to make you feel more and more sensitive. Then you felt his long fingers sloshing through the wetness of your pussy, moving up and down until they finally met the all-important main thing. His fingers had the eagerness to close by squeezing your swollen clit between them. And so the terribly pleasurable sensation was not long in coming, nor were your moans.
— Hal…
That was the name you moaned over and over again. And as bad as what you were doing was, it felt incredibly good.
— I know, I know. — He comforted you. — Do you know how easy it is to make you beg for just two of my fingers? I'll do this as many times as I want.
One of his fingers slipped inside your hole. It was wet and tight, but still, it began to swallow Hal's fingers completely. He was able to stretch them until he found the key spot inside you and began to touch it, causing your back to arch and soon, the mixture of stimulation brought you closer to cumming.
You couldn't even think clearly when you reached the point where his hand would end up stained all over your orgasm, but as soon as you regained consciousness, you looked into the man's eyes and witnessed an obscene act as he enticed you to suck his fingers.
— Clean up your mess, doll. — He commanded and then proceeded to stick his fingers in your mouth and finally be completely cleaned of your essence thanks to your tongue. — That's right, good girl. Your daddy would be so proud, look how obedient you are.
Not long after, you found yourself face down, with your head buried in the pillow and your ass in a position that would make it easy for Hal to fuck you comfortably as he pleased. The sound of sighs, moans and your skins colliding was all that could be heard in every corner of the room.
You could feel it. You could feel it stretching you and taking every bit of you. The pleasurable sensation that filled your body was impossible to define or explain. The movements were precise, hitting the same sensitive spot where he had touched you before. You could feel the satisfaction so deep in your belly that deep down you were begging for it to never end.
— Believe me… when I met you, from the first day, I wished I had you like this. It's funny, really, your daddy can't even imagine how slutty you are and how well you take me every night.
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angelltheninth · 7 months
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Hi I have a request. I like the idea of big, strong men being totally weak because the 🐱 is so good, so can we please have some writings of Bruce and Clark whining and moaning cuz their s/o is riding them expertly to the point that they can’t even remember their own name if they tried
Bruce was a bit more of a challenge for this one but I always like a challenge.
Pairing: Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, cock riding, edging, overstimulation, whimpering, restrains, orgasm delay
A/N: Subby Clark is easy to write, subby Bruce not so much.
BRUCE
He will only whimper if you make sure he has no other way of taking control over the situation. The man has to be restrained to the bed, handcuffs around his wrists and be edged for hours on end, the tip of his cock so fucking wet with cum you can barely even see it among the white beads if it.
Eventually you will let him come but he needs to beg for it, set his stupid pride aside for once and admit when he's been beaten, when he's at someone else's mercy. Bruce's cock twitches with need whenever you pull out and on that latest one you hear it, a whimper from his lips, a sign that he's admitted defeat and is allowed to come.
CLARK
Will whimper very easily for such a big, tough man. Literally the strongest person on the planet and he can't win against the way you use your pussy on his cock. Might as well be his new Kryptonite at this point because he's on his knees as soon as he knows he can eat you out.
He is a very loud man when it comes to expressing his pleasure, you had to get soundproof walls because of it. He always whimpers when you edge him, even at the mention of the act his cock is already hard and ready to go. Thanks to his stamina he can last for a very long time but his cum shots always end up being a lot to take.
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hanasnx · 2 months
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MINORS DNI 18+ WARNINGS: f!reader | dom!bruce | vag fingering | sexual content | size difference | brief descriptions of intoxication.
“What did you say your name was?” The words of YOUNG!BRUCE WAYNE speak against you, muffled by his lower lip caught between your teeth and the pounding music of the club. You grin coyly, shaking your head as you tug back on his lip, releasing it to let it bob.
“I didn’t.” you reply, reinforcing the mystery of it all. His black hair had a sort of intentional messy look to it, longer in the front and hanging over his forehead in an edgy and fashionable way. The silken locks tickle your forehead as the two of you stand impossibly close together, refusing each other any breathing room as if you’re exchanging the most sacred of secrets.
You don’t know who this guy is, and frankly you couldn’t care less. All that mattered was that he invited you up to a platinum pass VIP floor of this nightclub, got a few drinks in you, and now you’re all over him. Instinctively, you raise your leg to tuck him between your thighs, and he takes the extra mile of hooking his fingers in the crook of your knee to lift it a little further. He’s tall, and there’s a good stretch when he gets you up to his hip.
Lips locked, you can’t ignore what an expert he is with his tongue. Maybe it’s the alcohol, but with specific swipes of his tongue you whimper. If he could hear you above all this noise, he might think you’re in the longest dry spell of your life. To your knowledge, it doesn’t appear like he’s judging you, in fact he’s spurred on by your enthusiasm, tangling tongues like inexperienced teenagers in the dark corner of the floor. Unconsciously, you begin grinding. A subtle rut chasing friction, the thin fabric of your dress separates your bare cunt from humping his crotch. You don’t register fully the kind of desperation you’re giving off. He doesn’t seem to mind at all, clutching onto your leg tighter to encourage you.
When things escalate to an inappropriate degree for his level of comfort regarding PDA, his hand cups your chin, directing you back to break the kiss. You emit a sound of disappointment, your eagerness cut short. To make up for it, he affectionately strokes your skin with his thumb. A kind smile curls his lips, swollen and pink from all of your sucks and bites, but there’s a delicious darkness in his eyes. “Let me show you something.”
You knew this guy was loaded, but you didn’t know exactly how wealthy. He’d brought you to a private room because apparently he owned this place. Your shock was brief, staring at him long enough that he interrupted you with another long and tonguey kiss. He couldn’t be more than a couple years your age. How can he own anything in his twenties? However, as he guided you to a cushioned seat, directing you to straddle his lap, you’d completely forgotten about money. The only thing on your mind now is how cups the back of your neck like his hand belongs there, firmly fixed as he keeps you where he wants you, diving his tongue far into the back of your throat. It’s demanding, and it shoots right through you. Hopelessly aroused, you can feel your slick coating the insides of your thighs. It only worsens when he begins to take off his rings. One by one, silver bands are removed from his long and thick fingers.
An omen. A filthy and delicious omen of what’s to come, pulsing your cunt until he gets his bare hand on it, sweetly caressing you through the tasteful slit in your dress. “Knew you were gonna get some?” he asks, a frustratingly handsome expression of pride and joy on his countenance.
“Shut up.” you respond with a roll of your eyes, patting his shoulder scoldingly. Your nonchalance doesn’t last long because he starts taking your pussy seriously. The tip of his middle finger swipes through, a chill running up your spine because of it. Nervous energy has nowhere to go, and you claw his upper arm, seeking out the provided friction with a gentle rock of your hips. He watches you with interest and parted lips, gauging your every minute reaction as he experiments his touch. As if you’re a puzzle, he’s curious about you, alternating between dipping shallowly into you and rubbing at your little clit. At a particularly sensitive motion, you throw your head back, sitting onto his hand fully. A mild chastising is in order, his free hand clutched onto your hip picks you back up, but he doesn’t withhold giving you more of what you need.
“Easy, pet, we’ve got all night.”
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─── ⠀ ⠀⠀ office quickies⠀ 〳 ⠀ j.todd ‵
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❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ( synopsis ) just two people in love that sneak away during a charity ball to have a quickie.
♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — reading discretion is advised: female reader, her/she pronouns, female anatomy described, written with black reader in mind, pet name usage (baby, pretty girl, etc), established relationship between reader and jason (but no one and i say no one knows about it..okay maybe damian and roy knows), bad influence!jason, he's low-key so feral in this, urgh i love him and that white patch of hair in his head, charity ball setting, secret relationship trope, slight breeding kink, reader works for bruce wayne in the marketing department, two idiots in love trope (is that even a trope?), fingering, slight exhibitionism, clit play, doggystyle position, they do it in an office, couples banter, minors dni !
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HIS HAND FELT WARM AS THE TWO OF YOU TRAVELED DOWN THE GLOOMY LIT HALLWAYS. Your fingers intertwined with his like perfectly put-together puzzle pieces while he dragged you down the hallway. You could hear him mumbling about finding a place that was quiet for you two to duck off into while the extravagant charity ball that was going on continued until the crescent moon winked down upon everyone. As you walked, you wanted to question what room your boyfriend would choose, but you just let him lead the way. You were well aware of the direction you were going, after all—you remembered the building by heart your first month working for the company. Although your department was on a different floor, you still remembered vividly what floor the two of you were on.
You stopped at the door and immediately knew whose office it was. "Are you insane?"
With a devious smirk on his face, Jason Todd leaned his back on the door behind him. He brought the bottle of champagne up to his lips taking a sip from it.
"Come on, it'll be fun." His free hand grabbed a hold of your waist tugging you closer.
You looked up at him through your eyelashes. It didn't shock you that he chose this office specifically but this was a huge risk. Bruce Wayne was your boss. If he found out, there goes your career down the drain and the embarrassment clawing you into possibly depression. "Through all the empty offices, you choose Bruce's?" You asked. "Are you trying to push the guy into retirement early and get me fired?"
"We'll be quick, probably." Jason let you go to unlock the door before he let his tall stature is gliding through the small opening of Bruce's office door.
Your eyes glanced around your surroundings one last time before disappearing into the office also. Your back closed the door before you're taking in your newest environment of Bruce's office. It was huge. Someone could possibly live in the space of Bruce's office if they wanted to. It went well with Bruce's demeanor you got from him. It felt sophisticated, yet homely at the same time.
"Are you going to continue to goggle over his office or come here?" Jason was sitting behind Bruce's desk in his signature chair.
Your cheeks felt hot when you looked at him. It just was something about him sitting behind the desk looking the way he looked. The one tie that was perfectly tied around his neck was loosened. His black hair with that one patch of white was disheveled due to him constantly running his fingers through it. Plus, a couple of his buttons were undone on his white button-down shirt giving you a peak of his toned chest.
Like a snake that was getting charmed by a snake charmer, you gracefully walked over to your boyfriend to be close to him. Each step you took towards him, you felt your body go through a heat rush and that was just the charm Jason had on you. He had a way to make you feel like your cheeks were on fire and for your heart to skip a couple of beats. On some days you forgot how to breathe when he would embrace you in his strong arms or get flowers sent to your department (he could get them sent to your office specifically but he adored letting people know you were cherished and loved).
Jason tugs you into his lap and he twirls the chair around so that it's facing the large glass window that gave a glorious view of Gotham. Your eyes twinkled seeing all the buildings and how small everyone looked from the floor you two were on. You could feel Jason's thumb rub circles on your back before speaking, "You look so beautiful tonight Y/N."
"Thank you." Your eyes met with his, "I mean you did help pick out the dress."
"Mhmm, I did. You want to know why?" Jason asked. You could feel him push forward to place kisses on the back of your shoulder.
"I'm assuming for what we're in Bruce's office for," You innocently admitted. "Which, I do need to remind you if we get caugh—"
Your words were interrupted by an abrupt kiss. The taste of champagne intertwined with your tastebuds before you became a bowl of putty in Jason's lap. You completely relaxed under his sudden touch of caressing you in all the correct places. His large callous hands traveled in between your thighs, pushing them further apart so he could have more access to you. You moaned into the kiss grasping more of Jason to bring him already closer to your body.
You hated how intoxicating he was. He always kept you on your toys like an adrenaline junkie every time he was in your presence. Similar to tonight, it felt like it was only just the two of you in the huge room. Subtle jokes only you two would understand as you were in a corner together and always staying by each other’s side in the crowded room. The two of you were insufferable and you didn’t want to think of a life without him in it.
It didn’t take much time before the sheer dress you wore for tonight was pushed up around your waist and your seamless black thong was pushed to the side. The heated feeling of Jason's slender fingers inside you caused your back to arch abruptly. Breathy gasps escape from your mouth before your hand went up to cage any coherent moans out. Despite the overbearing pleasure you wanted to squirm away from, your thighs still spread apart to give your boyfriend move access to you and your drooling cunt. Your juices slowly started to stain Jason's expensive nicely tailored pants but that didn't stop the young man to remove his fingers coated with your slick to toy with your clit in a teasing matter and repeating the progress of his index and middle finger disappearing into you once more.
"You look so beautiful tonight baby. I just couldn't miss the opportunity to fuck you in this dress." Jason's words were like a soothing whisper in your ear.
You fully understood why he chose this specific dress. It gave him quick access to you like this. It was a bit scandalous to wear at such an event, but nothing was as scandalous as the events that were unfolding with each passing minute in Bruce's office. The sound of harsh clit slaps and even harder kisses could be heard within the office before your hand was grasping at practically anything. Your orgasm was close to having to be a quivering mess on Jason's lap. Before you could express the satisfying frustration that had you drooling at the mouth, Jason stopped. Without hesitation and thought of your orgasm being snatched away from you, Jason removed his fingers from you. His fingers were completely damped due to your essence, but now his mind wanted something else to be completely coated with your juices.
His cock twitched in anticipation and ached to feel you clutching around him. "I want you so bad baby and I know you want me too."
That was certainly true.
You never actually had the thought of what if we get caught. The office door was locked, but any curious person in the building across could see the pornographic sight of you being bent over. Using the high-rise window to hold your balance waiting for the moment to be stretched out by Jason. You swallowed the lump that formed in your throat as soon as you felt Jason's tip brush against your soaking entrance. If you listened close enough, you even could hear him let out a sigh of relief as soon as he begin to push himself forward bit by bit. He could feel you tense up which caused him to stop, "You okay, baby?"
"Mhm, you can continue." You said.
You didn't get a response from him, just a sudden thrust forward followed by a breathy groan. Jason was completely savoring the moment of feeling you clutch around. Especially given that the two of you haven't seen each other in a day or two. When he finally gained the cute moan from you, that's when he started thrusting like a madman. It was as if he wanted to cherish every moment of your pussy being around his cock. As if he was going to lose you. Jason nibbled at his lower lip as his fingers traced alongside the fatness of your ass—being sure to move the thong you wore to the side just to give him more room. His eyes darkened at the sight of your drooling cunt swallowing his cock.
"Fuck—you're taking me so well," Jason whined out. "You looked so pretty tonight and just wanted to remind you who you're going home with tonight." He admits through the sound of your skin slapping against each other.
He placed the sloppiest kisses on the back of your shoulder while his hips push forward to feel you clutch around him again and again. The sound of heated skin slapping against each other bounced off the office's walls and Jason was close to coming undone. His hands grasped at your waist tighter and his movements only grew quicker.
"You look so pretty like this." Jason breathed out, as each syllable stung his tongue—he shoved forward tapping at that one spot that caused your eyes to lolly in the back of your head. With one hand dance up your back to tangle into your coils to give it a good pull. "You're my pretty girl, right?"
With each thrust, you could feel that Jason was slowly unraveling into a vulnerable state that he never showed anyone else. His once harsh grasp on your waist loosened before his left hand reached in front of you. His fingers instantly find your clit to rub in a circular motion to help you cum just in time for him to cum.
"Jason.." You whined as your hand went down to stop the overstimulating pressure upon your clit. But your hand was pushed away as quick as possible.
"Answer me Y/N. You're my pretty girl right?" Jason whispered in your ear, "Answer me and I'll help you cum."
Your tears of pleasure stained your heated cheeks and you could only moan out incoherent moans of yes and please let me cum.
Jason always gave you what you want. If he could, he'll give you the whole world if you asked for it. But for tonight, you wanted him to make you cum and that's what exactly he did. He didn't stop until the both of you were a gasping mess and your sweat-coated bodies were hunched over. He pulled himself out of you hesitantly, the heat of the moment caused him to fill you up with his cum. Which wasn't new considering other times when you two had sex and he'll admit mid-stroke how beautiful you'll look pregnant with his children.
"Let's get out of here," Jason lazily plopped backward on the chair behind him. His hands fumbling to fix his pants from looking like he had just rolled out of bed or in this case—just had sex.
When he was done, like the touchy boyfriend he was—his hands reached out to help you fix your dress. His fingers that once were inside you trace alongside your smooth legs before his hand tugs your dress down.
"It'll be rude to leave suddenly after disappearing and without saying goodbye." You smoothed out the imaginary wrinkles in your dress.
"And it'll be even ruder smelling like sex while mingling with Bruce's guests," Jason responded
"Fair point." Your face scrunched up as you were using your reflection in the high-rise windows to wipe away smudge makeup.
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.·:*¨༺    me and your mama.      ♱   adrian chase   ༻¨*:·.
SUMMARY: in which you hate your mom jokes or alternatively, in which you, a member of the 11th street kids, try to crack down on butterflies, but get distracted by Adrian, which pisses you off.
SHIP: fem reader!adrian chase WARNINGS: explicit content (minors stay out), p n v, mommy kink, angry/passionate sex, public? sex i think this counts, unprotected sex, explicit language, random storytelling/porn with a plot
WORD COUNT: 5K
SONG: https://open.spotify.com/track/31tf1qEai5o5f4r66Kd0pU?si=243fada4a6d3487c
A/N: i’m writing this right before i have to go to work so i was not able to proofread all of this, so i apologize for any repeated words, incorrect grammar, and redundancies! anything for my best boy Adrian. yes this is based off the childish gambino song, sue me. REBLOGS, NOTES, AND COMMENTS ARE ALWAYS APPRECIATED !!      
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                                .·:*¨༺♱༻¨*:·.
It was painfully obvious Adrian had a crush on you.
You joined the gang right around the same time he did. You weren't a vigilante or a hero, just someone stuck in a very sticky situation, like your best friend being a butterfly and also being close to Goff and the other powerful butterflies. It pains you to have to stop your best friend's plan for world domination. You once joked around that the world was yours - ours, it was ours. But the person you recognized as your 'bestie for life' wasn't there anymore. All it was, was a body with a parasite. Peacemaker and the other 11th Street members had to break it hard. Maybe it was your resilience and rebellious nature towards authority really stepped up when you decided to skip the grieving process and help Peacemaker stop the butterflies.
Peacemaker was a class act, a douche if you will, but the more time you spent with him, the more you realized that the behavior he adopted was just that; adopted. It wasn't his own. You wondered how he could've turned out if he had at least one decent parent in his life. Or better yet, not raised around American propaganda. Dye-beard - sorry, Economos, was just as pathetic as Peacemaker but on the opposite side of the same spectrum. You can admit that the beard is dyed, Economos. It's not that big of a deal. Harcourt was a brick wall, but you two had your similarities, leading to you being close with her. the daddy issues can hit home for any woman as standoffish as Harcourt; she was the kind of friend you'd get drunk with a fuck, and then never talk about it again, but knowing it brought you two closer than before.
Now, Adebayo was your substitute best friend.
Your personalities seemed to clash together perfectly, and your sense of humor meshed well, despite being two different people. You'd whisper and gossip to each other. Even if Leota claims she isn't much of a gossiper, she was. something you hated her for was whispering producer tags to you while Murn was going over plans to take over the Butterfly factory. Nothing can break the ever-so heavy silence than Leota gently saying: "We got London on da track!" in your ear. this usually upsets Murn, but you, Leota, Adrian, and Chris find it hilarious. Murn hates it. But he doesn't hate you and trusts you with some of the intel that he would rather keep from Adrian and Chris.
Then, there's Adrian.
Psycho, idiot, psycho-idiot hybrid. Adrian was a lot of things, including in love with you. eugh. Apparently, he's had a crush on you longer than you had even known about his existence. It was something Chris drunkenly told you; before your best friend was a butterfly, and you were happy and not involved with government conspiracies, Adrian would watch you eat at Fennel Fields with your best friend. He would just be so captivated by you that his boss would have to get on his ass about getting back to work. At first, you were slightly flattered by how Adrian would stare you down; you weren't used to the attention. Then he would say something so obnoxious that it would turn you off, or better yet, you pushed his advances to the side because you felt like even if you had Adebayo and Harcourt and Peacemaker and Vigilante; it won't replace the giant hole your best friend and others left for you. Maybe you were doing that thing where you feel like since you don't deserve the love, you push others away - something you have done in the past - or you were doing that thing where you sabotage the chances of something ever happening because it was outside of your comfort zone - once again, something you were guilty of doing as well. Besides, Adrian might've been heads over heels, but it's not like if anything was going to sprout between you two, it would last. For crying out loud; Adrian was a psychotic vigilante whose mouth operated faster than his brain, and you were...well, you. There was no fixing that.
Regardless of Murns distaste for the sound of your laughter and Adrian's obsession with you, you liked being a part of the 11th street kids, and they liked you. Yet, the butterfly issue was the only thing occupying your mind as you skipped out on going to the bar with the gang and stayed in the office to finish up some work. Economos nearly gave you a talking to about how to look up information on the database and how to properly cite sources and what not - not like you aren't familiar with Amanda Waller and knew how to do most of this already. Harcourt and Chris did try to drag you out for a night off with them, but you knew that Harcourt just wanted you there to be a buffer between her and Chris. Meanwhile, Chris owed Adrian a favor and thought he could play wingman for him. You rather skip out on that dumpster fire knowing that Adrian would make foursome jokes.
The LED lighting showed how your makeup had worn out throughout the day, but you still managed to look fresh. You were typing away at the computer on Economos desk. There wasn't much to it besides maybe one framed photo and a mug full of pens. You were typing away, researching some lead you got from your best friend's new friend - loosely use the term 'friend.' Your best friend had recently picked up a job at a factory three towns over. You knew better from the last factory bust that these had to be butterflies - that, and your friend as a college degree in anthropology and had a stable job in your state's capital as a museum curator. The job was your friend's passion before becoming a butterfly. As you start to narrow down your search, you hear the door rattle. You look up to see Adrian: knocking on the glass and trying to peek through the tinted windows. you feel your chest tense up with severe annoyance as you got up and swung the door open. "you left something in here?"
Adrian takes a second to think. "no-"
"then what are you doing here?" you ask.
he points down the street to the bar. "Peacemaker gave me twenty bucks to fuck off so he could be alone with Harcourt. I was bummed until I remembered you were having a sleepover here." his lips curl into a goofy smile. "what makes you think I want you here?" you retort. But Adrian just leans against the frame of the entrance. He doesn't seem to care all that much whether or not you wanted him around. He was just there, and you were going to have to deal with it. "would you rather me sleep at your mom's house?" he cracks up. You sigh. Adrian recently has taken up the opportunity to make Your Mom jokes every time and any time he could. It makes him seem very middle school the same way Axe body spray does, which he wears. It burns your nose. the old you would've laughed at his jokes, but you were too preoccupied with work to do so. you reluctantly moved away from the door as he entered. "don't distract me, Adrian, this is serious."
"promise I won't sidetrack you!" he confidently spoke as he sat down in front of Economos's desk and put his feet up, like some delinquent in detention. Vigilante was a delinquent, though, you didn't expect more or less of him as you sat down at your desk and began typing at the laptop. You tried getting back into your mojo, the whole reason you joined in on this operation. But having vigilante around makes it hard for you to focus. Adrian is a distracting person, both in the sense that he can get easily distracted and in the intent that he could cause others to get distracted. You carefully watch Adrian pick up the mug with pens and mess around with the one pen capable of many colors, watching him try to press down on all of them at once. The clicking was driving you crazy as you tried to combat it by loudly typing on the keyboard.
Adrian moves on to the fidget spinner.
You told Economos that those things don't work unless you had severe ADHD, which he didn't have. Leota also told him to get rid of the fidget spinner because it wasn't "2017" anymore. Now, it was in Adrian's possession, the one thing that worried you more than him trying to talk to you. You were starting to wonder if he was trying to get your attention, like he's done in the past. You bite your lip in frustration as the endless spinning of the spinner starts to occupy the space, the noise filling the room to the brim with annoyance as you stop typing and look at Adrian, who was so engulfed by the fidget spinner as it lit up and sparkled. You stared at him for longer than ten seconds before he noticed, in between then, studying his features, the craters, and freckles on his skin and his glasses. Of course, he wore grandma's glasses, like any average eighties serial killer. You wonder if he wore those under his suit as well. You snap out of your thoughts of what Adrian looked like under his suit as he snaps his attention over to you. "shit, sorry, Y/N." he says as he places the fidget spinner down.
you just kept staring at him, deadpanned. "...why are you here, Adrian?"
"peacemaker wanted alone time with-" "-I didn't ask what peacemaker was doing, I dunno why you're so codependent on him," you called out as you began writing down notes on whatever was showing up the screen. it didn't matter what it was; you were more focused on Adrian's response. "I am not codependent on peacemaker, and he's my best friend. we fight crime together-that's the reason I'm here." he expresses. "I don't think it's a crime to want to spend time with you and get to know you, you know," he mumbles under his breath as his fingers run across the rim of the fidget spinner. You suddenly start to feel bad, considering how you see peacemaker push vigilante aside a lot of the time. You thought it was because Chris had other things he needed to worry about, but giving Adrian money so he could fuck off and try to bang Harcourt? Low blow, and not a best friend. you sigh and close the laptop. "thought you knew everything about me already? y'know, being a bit of a Joe Goldberg and all."
"what?! no, gross. I would watch you eat at fennel fields with your friend, then watch you get into your car and drive away. Just because I know your favorite thing on the menu, the model and make, your mom's number, and your license plate number, doesn't mean I'm a literal stalker. Stereotype much?" he calls you out, sliding in another your mom joke as you lean back in your chair. You hate that he has a point, and you hate it even more that he knows all that information when you can't even remember your license plate number. you sigh a little. "guess you have a point...okay, fine, doesn't match up with how you wanted no one to know your secret identity-"
"my secret identity is Adrian. My real identity is Vigilante-" "-that's concerning, don't you think it should be the other way around?" you ask, seeing the look on his face change when he realized. you stare at him. "besides, Adrian seems a lot more interesting than Vigilante."
Once he hears you say that, his cheeks turn red. he couldn't even make eye contact with you after that comment. "Okay, um...I love being Vigilante. It's fun to beat up and kill bad guys. I mean, they were going to die anyway, but I rather it be me killing them than Batman stealing my thunder. I've worked at fennel fields since I was a teenager. It's just an easy way to make money. It's better than going into debt. plus, my mom wanted me to go to Gotham for college, would rather chop my nuts off." he starts opening up a little. "oh! my favorite movie is Kickass!" he said with a goofy smile. "I like PC games, I used to play dead by daylight before deciding to become vigilante, and I always play as-or main-GhostFace. I wanted to be president of India when I was six, don't ask me how I thought it would work. I just thought it would...I like Jimi Hendrix, but I think the best song in the world is Bedrock by Young Money."
You raise an eyebrow.
he glances at you. "you know...okay, I get it. Lemme think I guess it's my turn, maybe it's time to put this pussy on your sideburns-"
"-Adrian, I knew what song you were talking about. I was just surprised that that's your favorite," you explained. "I guess it's not the most shocking thing about you, despite you suddenly going manic pixie on me..." he gives you a lazy grin. "it's your mom's favorite song, too." he cracks up a little. You don't know how to explain to Adrian that a joke as repetitive as 'your mom' can only be funny the first few times. You decide to play his game, though. "oh yeah? That's not what your mom told me last night." you smirked at him, but he stares at you; does he not get his own joke? you ponder this as he narrows his eyes at you. "wait, what did she tell you-?" "-no, Adrian, I was joking around with you. I don't know who your mom is," you clarified again.
He looks down, smiling a little at what you told him, but you can tell he had something else on his mind; you weren't entirely sure what it was, but it managed to shut him up. You figured that maybe Adrian does have a social battery and that it was running low, or perhaps he preoccupied his mind for once so you could go back to work. You open back up the laptop and began typing again as Adrian started fidgeting around with his fingers. It was back to silence until he spoke up again.
"do you think I'm codependent on peacemaker?"
There it is. You gaze down at the keyboard, unable to say anything until you finally force it out of you. "sometimes, yeah...look, man, I get it. I'm putting my life on the line for my best friend. But peacemaker has some issues of his own and treats you poorly. If you ask me, he's not really a good friend to you-" "-what, and you are?" his eyes fall to your lips. "you seem really annoyed every time I talk, you don't listen to me, you don't laugh at my jokes, you let Adebayo convince me to go kill peacemaker's dad, you told me not to use the chainsaw-" "-you're a grown-ass man, Adrian, you can make your own choices." you nearly scolded him. "besides, you say the same your mom joke at any given moment. You don't understand my sarcasm, which is my sense of humor. So of course, I'm not going to laugh. You don't try hard enough." you exposed, you thought you were being a bit harsh on him, but no one told Adrian to come and bother you. he did that on his own.
"...your mom doesn't try hard enough."
"that's it!" you grumbled in frustration, having it finally catch up to you as you slammed your hand on the desk. "you are officially getting on my fucking nerves! Do you not realize that the only person I have left in my life is my best friend? Was my best friend? this is important to me, literally. What will it take for you to shut up?!" you started to get angry. Adrian looks at you as you keep on angrily rambling. "I'm getting a weird feeling that you're stressed-" "-of course, I'm fucking stressed! Can you not follow directions or something, Adrian?!" you start to feel anger rise to your throat. "can you just stop being distracting? What do you want? My full undivided attention? My number? do you want a kiss?!" in a moment of impulse, you lean over the desk and plant a sweet kiss on his lips, feeling him hesitate before kissing you back, but you were too angry with him to enjoy the kiss, and pulled away once he started kissing you back. "there! you can leave now." you push him back to his chair, seeing his cheeks turn bright red as his eyes pleaded for you to kiss him again, having them wander down to your body as if he was mentally undressing you. the anger you had was slowly turning into sexual frustration as he finally speaks.
"your mom kisses better than you-"
at that moment, you leaned over the desk again and smashed your lips against his, shutting him up as he eagerly kisses back. the kiss was rough, teeth clashing with each other as your noses bumped. heavy breaths colliding as Adrian hungrily bites on your bottom lip, you let out a small groan at the pain before pulling away, a small a trail of saliva leaving your lips as you noticed how crooked Adrian's glasses were from the brief yet intense kiss. his cheeks were bright red as his eyes lazily fall back to your lips. "woah..." he hums out. "i knew you needed to blow off steam but i didn't think it was like that-" "-stop talking." you reprimanded as you crashed into him again. the kiss was heavier this time, your jaw unhinging as you allowed his tongue to slip inside, letting him explore your mouth as you felt your lower back get warm from all the tension. Adrian lets out a small whimper as you grab a hold of the collar of his shirt, realizing how sensitive his skin was around his neck.
you pull away from the kiss and began panting as your eyes glance down at the desk between the both of you. a huge part of you wanted to push the desk away and attack Adrian with your lips again, but Adrian had a better idea. in swift fashion, Adrian wipes everything off the desk as you climb over it, he catches you in his arms, his hands finding solitude on your hips as he attaches his lips onto your neck. you sat on the desk and wrapped your legs around his waist. you were almost glad the windows on the outside were tinted, so none of the drunk bystanders and pedestrians could peek in and see sinful ways you were letting Adrian touch you. even though you were the one on the desk, you wanted Adrian to be the one not doing all the work, you wanted to shut him up, not the other way around.
your hands found their way into his curls as he continues to kiss down your chest, taking off his glasses since they were digging into your tits and getting in his way. you look down at him as his hand slowly goes up your shirt, feeling you until his hands stopped on your tits. a small moan left your lips as he excitedly tries to pull your bra off, having a little problem with the hook before you stopped him. like previously mentioned, you know that once he sees your tits that he wont stop talking about how perfect they were. the last thing you wanted to hear was how much he loved your figure, even though you knew he had a crush on you. you pull him up to face and kissed his lips before whispering: "let me take over." you could feel his face get warm against your skin. he nods as your hand run down his chest, stopping at his belt.
you let your hands glide up his shirt, feeling scars he probably got from his vigilantism and his toned muscles. "off. now." you ordered as you lifted his shirt up, helping him take it off as you lean forward and start nipping at the skin around his neck. Adrian immediately lets out a moan. "o-oh..." he whines out in surprise as his hand grazes the inner working of your thighs. you knew his skin was sensitive there. your teeth lightly graze the sweet spot before sinking them down his skin, breaking the first barrier as you suck a bright red and purple hickey on his collarbone. "fuck, Y/N-" he mumbles out as you feel his cock hardening against your thigh. you let his hand crawl up to your clothed clit and let him rub you.
chills ran down your spine as a small amount of pleasure started to consume you. you were so busy with what was going on with the butterflies, that you haven't really had much time for yourself. you haven't been to the gym in weeks, you would sometimes skip meals, and you haven't had time to please yourself because you stay up all night researching butterflies. Adrian sees right through you, and probably knew how sexually frustrated you were. you squeeze your thighs around his hand as that small amount of pleasure starts to overwhelm you and cloud your judgement. you wanted Adrian out, and now all you could think about was letting him in. you buck your hips and gently hump his hand before he plays with the zipper of your jeans. annoying both horny and not horny.
you leave another giant hickey adjacent to the first one you made, marking your territory as he tries to get into your pants both literally and figuratively. you pull away and glance up at him as you noticed how much he was struggling to get your pants up. you hold onto his shoulders as you lift your ass up, letting him pull them down to your ankles and exposing your red lace panties. "holy fuck...would it be weird if i called you mommy?" he looks into your eyes, you could see how big his pupils got when he looked at you, almost like he wanted this to be a thing you two could do every night. you breathlessly laughed, your hand finds his hardened cock as you softly squeezed it, running your fingers along his shaft as the friction from his jeans and boxers rubbed his lip. you felt his breath hitch as you forced Adrian to look down at you. "i don't give a shit j-just fuck me~" you whined.
"o-okay but i don't have a condom-" he stutters, sounding like a car struggling to turn on. but you didn't care. "i-i don't care." you told him. now it was your turn to mess with his zipper, unzipping it and sticking your hand in his boxers, trying to find the sleeve so he could just fuck you and get on with it. "fuck, mommy-" he whines out as his lips attached themselves back onto your neck, your hand trails along his boxers, caressing his cock through his boxers before eventually finding the sleeve and sticking your hand inside, causing Adrian to let out a loud groan. he was big, and no, not big in the way peacemaker is big (don't ask how you know, you just happen to know by accident) it was big both in length and width. you could feel it twitch in your hand as you spread your legs for him like it was a reflex. Adrian knew that you wanted him now, he wanted you just as badly. he pulls away from your neck and glances down at your panties, how wet they were getting as his middle finger slides through your clothed folds. you gasped. "fucking shit Adrian just fuck me already-"
without hesitation, he moves your panties to the side and gently slides into you. moans escaped both of your lips as Adrian rests his head on your shoulder, your hand going to the back of his neck as you hold onto the bottom of the desk, your fingers curling around the wood as Adrian's wood starts sliding in and out of your slowly. he was going too slow. and it was starting to bother you. you shake your head. "no no no, pull out." he does. "did i d-do something-?" he asks, but instead of answering, you just push him back to the chair. Adrian carefully watched you as you climb onto his lap and sit down on his cock, taking it all in and hearing another desperate 'mommy' leave his lips as he stares up at you, almost like he worships you. "you're so tight..." he whines out as you squeeze your walls around his cock.
it's almost like he belongs inside of you, how perfect it all felt that he was inside of you. without caring, you start to quickly bounce on his dick, picking up the pace every time he gave you a loom that told you he couldn't take it anymore. you knew that Adrian was sensitive sensory wise, so this was going to be easy. groans escaped him as his hands quickly go to your hips, trying to steady you and slow you down when you deliberately speed up. both of your cheeks turning a deep crimson as his tip starts to hit your G-spot. you let out a loud moan. "Adrian..." you cry out for him as he watches your tits bounce with each thrust. he was completely enamored with you.
"good fuckin' boy-" you moan out as he harshly holds onto you, creating bruises on your hips as the sound of your skin hitting his jeans echoed throughout the small red room. your clit hitting the button of his jeans with each hop was driving you over the edge as you felt adrian's thighs tense up. your stomach started to feel warm as you closely approach your high, but you stop yourself; seeing Adrian finally catch his breath. he begins to grab your ass, squeezing it as he stares up at you. you cockwarmed him, squeezing your walls but not moving an inch as Adrian groans. "don't tease me like that mommy-" he begs, before you raise your hand and slap him. you don't how what came over you to slap him the way you did, and you were almost sure that Adrian wasn't okay with it. you covered your mouth, your eyes widening. "holy shit Adrian i'm sorry i dunno what overcame me-" you try to apologize.
that was, before Adrian's eyes started to grow dark, you could feel his cock twitching around inside of you; he liked that. what a fucking sleaze. your mind started racing, wondering what else to do before Adrian decides for you. before you could say anything, Adrian quickly becomes dominant and picks you up, a small gasped left your mouth before he slams you onto the desk, hurting your back a little as he holds down your hips and starts thrusting into you furiously. his eyes glazed with lust as he grabs a hold of the red laced undies, he pulls them, marking your skin before completely ripping them off.
"oh fuck!" you moan out as Adrian hits every single spot you could think of. he was magic, because you were completely enchanted by how rough and amazing he felt. you should've slapped him a long time ago. your body begins to jolt with each thrust as Adrian's hands squeeze your shaking thighs. you don't know what over came you, but you wanted more of him, grabbing his hand and squeezing it as you started to cry out. his heavy breathing started to become apparent as sweat glistened his forehead. "i'm so close-" he mumbles. you didn't want to say it out loud, but it was obvious that you were close to. you squeeze your walls around his fast cock, hoping he'd cum in you because it was hot; also, you were going to go to the drug store later anyways, now you had a definite reason to go. your back arched as you felt your rolling orgasm hit you, your wetness leaked out onto the desk and onto Adrian's jeans, staining them as you let his hand rest on your stomach.
Adrian kept sliding in and out of you for a whole minute after you came, causing you to get turned on again, but you were exhausted, you suddenly felt your hole get warm as he let out a raspy moan. he came inside you, heavy breathes and all as he slowly smiled down at you, slowly pulling out and watching as cum slid out of your hole. he doesn't hesitate to scoop up the cum around your folds and stuff it back in you, his fingers curling and hitting the spongy part of your hole, causing you to arch your back. you were already so sensitive, that when he did it one last time, you felt your inner thighs tense up as you squirted a small amount on his hand. you couldn't help but helplessly stare up at him as you were sprawled all over the desk, both of you in complete shock at how quickly you guys went from being annoyed with each other to fucking each other. maybe your pent up rage for Adrian really was sexual attraction you refused to acknowledge.
Adrian props you up on the desk as you finally came down from your high, you watched as he got dressed, staring at him as you found yourself suddenly having feelings for him. you raise an eyebrow. "leaving already?" you ask. but Adrian shakes his head. "it feels weird to have my dick out and cuming in you with my pants on." he clarifies. "you're way better at sex than your mom is." he says with a lazy smirk. the you before you fucked Adrian would've begged him to shut up, but instead, you managed to crack a smile.
"fuck off."
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buggzincognito · 2 years
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Fanfic Recs :)
*=smut +=fluff !=angst
little note: NONE of these are mine, just some stuff i enjoyed, authors will be linked(if you want me to take your fic here just let me know!)
(there’s gonna be more)
DC
Dick Grayson
~Being a Brat with Dick Grayson* by @dxckgrxsonx
Jason Todd
~coming alive* by @agentofkrypton
~distractions* by @agentofkrypton
~not so quiet* by @agentofkrypton
~two ghosts+ by @agentofkrypton
~jason’s hardest task* by @angelltheninth
Battinson! Bruce Wayne
~The Bat and Blue Series*!(ongoing?) by @jangofctts
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
~I bet on losing dogs by @imaginedisish
Marvel
Matt Murdock
~walls* by @livingoutsidethetardis
~this is a code f+ by @pastafossa
~call out my name* by @leossmoonn
~Brat* by @dilfdarling
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dollwritesarchive · 1 year
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𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 — 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐭
𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, speedsters being speedsters, overstimulation, reader cries but it’s not dacryphilia, dub con towards the end but it’s not intentional, tap out, noise control, aftercare, all characters featured are 18+ 
𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ requested by anonymous. do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3
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Wally should not have been sweating this hard. 
he could run across the country in a matter of minutes and never break into a sweat. he could circle the world multiple times in under a day and only get a drop or two. 
he should not have been sweating like this. 
but he was, because he was forcing himself to hold back. with his hands wrapped around your hips, he pulled your rear back to meet his quick thrusting. you moaned his name each time your ass smushed against his pelvis, and he grit his teeth. 
what he really wanted to was to tell you to hold on to something because he was going to lose himself in an assault of blurry, rapid thrusts into you. 
“Faster…” you whined, gripping the pillows your face was nuzzled into. you always got too loud, and it was much too late at night. those damned neighbors of yours had already had the cops out to talk to you three separate times in the first month of you and Wally dating, so the two of you tried whatever you could to keep yourself quieter. “Wally…” 
“Don’t tell me that,” Wally grunted, giving your ass a playful slap. he marveled at the ripples through it, and the way you mewled and arched in response. damn, he was lucky to have you. “We’re trying to be good, remember?” 
but you were already too dickdrunk to truly comprehend what you were asking for. you’d never experienced Wally’s true, full speed, especially not when he fucked you, but right now, you wanted it. he was just perfectly proportionate to hit all the right spots when he was inside you that had you needy for as much as he could give you. digging your nails into the pillows, you push back to meet his hips with twice the force, as if demanding more. “F—faster!” 
and fuck, did he want to just give it to you already. 
Wally moans in awe, both hands sliding down to grope your ass, spread it apart so he can watch the way his cock disappears into you, instead. “If I start…” he mutters, distracted, and shifts, grinding his hips to change his angle. he likes the way you cry out, and bury your face in the pillow to muffle it. he could feel the sweet, bundle of nerves he was hitting now, “I might not… be able to stop… until I cum…” the speedster knew himself better than that. he knew that you could rev him up like no other, and he would have a much harder time bringing himself back down. he tried to remember that he could overwhelm you if he lost it, there was even a possibility that he could hurt you, and he needed to be careful. 
“Don’t stop!” you cry out, slamming yourself back against him. it seemed to be the only words you’d heard him say, and you feared he’d try to pull out before you were satisfied. your walls clench around him, as if pleading with him not to leave. “D— don’t stop! Wally, fuck— me— faster!” 
“Aw, hell—“ Wally felt himself lose the battle when you tightened around him, and he reaches out to wrap both arms around your midsection, hauling you up on to your knees with your back flush against his torso so he can suck on your neck, “you want fast?” you were nodding, bouncing against his rocking hips as he asked, “I’ll give ya fast, babe.” 
surely, if he was really cautious, he could give you what you wanted without losing control. 
right? 
when his pace picks up, you whimper, graciously. your eyes threatening to roll back as he pounds your hyper-sensitive nerve endings. the veins that bulged and etched the length of his cock rub against your fluttering walls. the newfound speed behind his thrusting elicits a symphony of skin slapping, much louder and frequent than before, and you started to lose track of which thrust was which. it was nearly a barrage of fierce pleasure as he battered your insides. 
“G—gonna cum!” you yelped, jouncing up and down wildly to his superhuman rhythm. “Gonna cum! Gonna cum!” you couldn’t say it enough to clear the building orgasm in your belly, so you just kept screaming it until Wally clamped a hand over your mouth. “Gonna c—“ 
at least he could think to do that, to keep your snooty neighbors from causing a fuss again, but other than that, he was out of it, too. 
you felt too good and he was going too fast to slow down and savor it. he wanted to lose himself in his speed and drain his energy into you. “Ffff—fuck—“ he was shuddering, his free hand groping at your tender breast. “Almost… almost there…” he mumbled it against your neck, but the pistoning of his hips had only gotten faster. rougher. until the movement itself had become a blur. he was no longer just ramming into you at break-neck pace, Wally was rumbling with vibrations, moving much too quick for your blissed out brain to even try to comprehend. 
it was too much. 
you couldn’t handle it, after all. 
and you couldn’t even tell him. 
you scream against his palm, holding on to his forearms as best you could with your violent ricocheting. you couldn’t think to give him a tap and let him know you needed to stop, for what felt like millions of vibrating thrusts were numbing your mind, the shape of him reverberating as it drove, relentlessly, into your spasming canal. 
your orgasm had come, and gone, and then another one had erupted without so much as a single break in his jackhammering, and had he slowed down, he might’ve been able to see how fervently you trembled, or how your eyes have started to well up with tears for being positively overstimulated. 
you tried to cry his name and beg him to ease up, knowing it would be muffled by his hand, but only a string of half syllables and vowels died against his fingers. 
you couldn’t form the words because he’d already broken you. 
“You’re so tight,” he whimpered, kissing and nipping at your ear, “feels good! Can’t… can’t stop…!” a running tear breaks past the barrier and soaks his fingers, but he doesn’t even notice, fucking you senseless and so fast that your mind was blank. it was like he was trying to fuck right through you. “I love it when you cum… I love it!” 
had you cum again? 
you hadn’t even noticed until you heard him say it; his voice sounded far off even though he was right in your ear. every sensation had been bumped up to what felt like a thousand, so every single time you felt his swollen tip jab into you, it felt like you were falling apart. 
“You good?” 
you needed a break, you were so dazed and flustered, that you just reach down with both hands between your legs and hold on to your own, throbbing cunt, pressing against your button to soothe it with one hand, while the other nudges Wally’s cock in a desperate attempt to push him out. 
this time, when you don’t nod to answer him, he does seem to realize something is wrong. “Baby…” he whispers, flushed, as the hand on your mouth outstretches to splay against the headboard instead, trying to steady himself. “You okay?” his breathing is ragged, but it’s nothing compared to your own. when he’s no longer holding you to his chest, you slump forward into the mattress and bury your face in the pillows, wailing. Wally’s eyes widen, and every terrible thought that could possibly run through his brain does in that moment. did he hurt you? why were you crying? “Baby!” gripping the headboard, Wally forces himself to slow down, gradually before he stills inside of you. it was then that he felt just how ferociously your body was shaking; you were practically vibrating, yourself, still impaled on him, and he stares, uncertainly, at your back as you snub. “H—hey…” he coos, running his fingers in delicate strokes along your spine, slowly petting you for comfort. for once, he didn’t know what to do; he’d never seen you like this before. “Did I hurt you?” you shook your head, but he couldn’t tell it you were lying to him or not. your face was still buried in the pillows, but even then, he could hear you sobbing. one palm lays flat against your back and glides upward, until he can stroke the back of your head, biting down on his lip. “You sure?” 
another nod, but this time, you reach up and blindly grab his arm. gripping him at the bicep, you tug on it, childishly as if you were pulling on his shirt tail. but he takes the hint and leans over you, pressing his toned, strong torso to your back so he can nuzzle in the crook of your neck. 
“You scared me, baby.” he whispers, wrapping both arms around you. “What happened?” 
you were still sniffling when you barely turn your head for him to kiss your wet cheek, and you croak, still in shock that it was even possible, “I—I’ve never cum that hard before…” 
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