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Hey, can you do a part 3 of souvenir where Superboy and the rest of the young league, I doubt about whether doing and Wally taking their panties as souvenirs please 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾
sorry if i'm late to answering this but could you please explain a bit more, i'm not sure if i understand what you mean haha but it does sound like a fun story
summary : kenji takes you out on his bike for a ride... its only fair you give him one back.
pairing : kenji sato x fem!reader.
warnings : piv, choking, unprotected sex, belly bulging, oral ( m rec ), praise, breeding kink, basically no plot & pet names used cus i'm obsessed with the way he says baby haha
wc : 2.0k
a/n : i only proofread half pls lmk if i made any mistakes !
the ends of your hair flew in the wind aimlessly whilst your grip on his waist tightened. you could hear kenji chuckle as he sped up simultaneously revving his motorcycle, looking behind briefly to catch a glimpse at you – your eyes closed and mouth pressed into a straight line. "c'mon baby, don't be scared." he urged, prompted by the feeling of his spare helmet pressing into his backside. you weren't going to follow his words until you felt the warmth of his hand clasp the both of yours that remained intertwined on his abdomen. looking up, you could feel your dinner coming up but after a few blinks the nausea turned into admiration for the beautiful skyline. your grip on the baseball player loosened, the feeling of the wind brushing against you and the blur of the road all blended into an incomparable feeling of elation. if you were as reckless as kenji, you think you'd even unwrap your arms against him. but for the time being you liked his warmth, and your life.
a tinge of sadness tugged on your sleeve, however that didn't stop a smile from growing on your face as he pulled into his estate. hopping off of his bike, a truly joyous giggle escaped your throat. "kenj, we have to do that again!" you exclaimed smiling whilst taking off the heavy helmet. he got off and took his helmet off calmly, grabbing your headgear and placing them neatly before responding. "anything you want," he told you while picking you up, "i'll take you out for a ride everyday if that's what you want." you place a peck on his lips leaving you with a fixed grin, "i'll hold you to that, sato." he carefully sets you back down on the floor but you refuse to let go of his touch, instead opting to hold his hand as you hurriedly drag him through his lavish house to the living room. "any reason for such a good mood?" he teases.
you pause in your tracks, turning around and wrapping your arms around his neck, "i just love date night." your boyfriend's hands find a way to your waist as he brings you in for a kiss. contrasting to his harsh grip, his lips are soft, his movements are slow and his tongue moves sensually, in sync with you. your hand trails down his chest, pausing when you reach his sternum to push him down onto the couch. as surprised as he was his face didn't show it, instead only a smirk forming on his lips, "excited tonight, are we?" you roll your eyes, but that doesn't stop you from sinking to your knees in front of him.
you begin to unzip his pants, and both of you work in synchronicity to free him from his constricting pants and boxers. a groan escapes from his lips as you begin to stroke his length. your movements are slow, painfully slow and it almost makes kenji lose his mind, "baby plea–" he started before you abruptly wrapped your lips around his tip. his pleading was quickly replaced with grunts as you worked your mouth and hands passionately. kenji placed a hand on the back of your head, stroking your hair softly but also urging you to take him deeper. to do so, you relocated your hand from the base of his dick to his balls. he watched intently as your lips travelled further and further down as the pleasure became greater and greater. when your nose nestled into his pelvis and you struggled to hold back gags and moans, ken swore he could cum then and there.
he probably would've had he not wanted to engrave this view in his mind a little more. as you worked him so enthusiastically, pushing the limits of your mouth and hands, you shifted your gaze to his. as he kept your eye contact he could see the smile you tried to keep, even when your lips were so full of him. seeing you truly enjoy this so much, only egged him on more. his soft nudges to bring your head further down turned into harsh pushes, making your head bob up and down fervently. the sounds and amount of your gags increased tenfold as tears began to stream down your face. kenji bought his spare hand to cup your cheek and wipe the tears off your face.
the look you gave him, the feeling you gave him, the warmth you gave him. it was all beginning to become too much and he could feel his orgasm approaching. you could too. so it wasn't a moment later that you released him from your lips with a pop. "i'm not done with you yet" you told him, licking your lips with a tempting smile. as you took your own pants and underwear off, kenji helped with your shirt. "i gotta take you out for more rides if this is the treatment you give me." he stated nonchalantly whilst you began to straddle him. "mmm," you hummed in agreement as you grabbed the base of his dick to reposition it. "now it's my turn to take you for a ride" you whispered, leaning into him as you sunk down into his lap in a singular swift motion.
you took your time to adjust to his size, it seemed like no matter how many times you'd taken him you'd never get used to it. the two of you sat in a comfortable silence with your hands rested on his chest and eyebrows furrowed, too fearful to move. "you sure you can, sweet thing?" kenji asked with a laugh as his hands found their way to your ass, prepared to move you at his own will.
it was then that you dug your nails into his skin and began to lift yourself up and down. you gradually sped up whilst he repositioned his hands to hold onto your wrist and waist. everytime you back down you swore he was splitting you open, and so you were too wrapped up in the pleasure to keep your head up. you found yourself nestling your face into his shoulder and it wasn't until you bit down on his skin that kenji threw his head back. as you continued to work yourself on him feverishly, his hands began to slip from your body. it was evident he was getting lost in the feeling of it all, so what could you do if not bring him back to you?
you changed movements, instead opting to rock back and forth whilst you peppered his neck with sucks and kisses. his eyes were wound shut and it wasn't until you tugged on his dog tag necklace that he bought his head upright again. you immediately caught his lips in a kiss. slow and passionate, extremely contrasting to the energetic grinding of your body. he broke away from the kiss briefly, "you're gonna be the death of me" he spoke softly before kissing you again. this time taking control, this time harsher.
it suddenly felt all too much. his cock hitting the perfect spot and filling you to the brim, your clit grinding against his pelvis and his lips on yours. every sensation was working in accordance and you could discern the feeling in your stomach growing unbelievably powerful. the pace you were going at was faltering as you tried to repurpose your remaining energy into speaking, "kenj…"
"you're doing so good, princess. cum all over my cock."
his words alone were enough to send you over the edge. you bit your lip in an attempt to muffle the influx of moans that came, but it proved fruitless and kenji loved to hear all the sounds you made anyway. your body fell limp as intense waves of pure bliss washed over you, although kenji had taken it upon himself to keep your body rocking back and forth slightly with the grip on your waist. it took everything in him not to cum when you were pulsating around him, but he remained only on leaving kisses on your neck. "that's it, baby," he cooed.
kenji was quick to notice you coming down and the slight tinges of overstimulation washing over your body. he was quick in his actions. pulling out. flipping you on your back on the couch. climbing on top of you. sliding back into your gushing hole with a squelch. you bought your hands to his back, clawing at his skin in a desperate attempt at salvation. "s'too much," you whine but kenji continues to accelerate into a relentless pace.
"shh," he coaxed between thrusts, "making me feel so fuckin' good."
he bought a hand to palm your tits roughly, keeping the other as a beam of stability. your legs wrapped around his waist, allowing him to go deeper. his hair fell onto his face as he dipped his neck further down to see himself bullying your weeping cunt. it was then that he noticed a bulge in your stomach. he bought the hand that was gripping your breast to trail down your stomach, feeling himself pump in and out of you through your skin. "see that?" he asks in a mocking tone, "see how perfectly you fit me? was fucking made f'me." your body responded by squeezing him even tighter, forcing a low growl to escape his lips. "you're so deep" you tell him through strained breaths as your half lidded eyes finally look down to see what he was so in awe of.
his hips continued to snap into yours furiously, as the sound of skin against skin filled the air. he bought one of his hands to hold on your hips, his grip sure to leave bruises in its wake whilst the other snaked towards your neck. his fingers squeezed around the sides of your throat and between the image of you all fucked out with his hands all over you, the veins in his arms becoming more prominent and his abs contracting with every thrust, the both of you wished the image of this could last forever.
small squeaks escaped from your parted lips when your consciousness began slipping away ever so slightly. between his grab on your neck and him fucking you quite literally dumb, the only thing on your mind was him. kenji sato. it all felt too much and you feel every touch, every slight sensation. the knot in your stomach kept getting wound tighter and tighter and after one harsh stroke and guttural groan from your boyfriend, the familiar wave of pleasure washes over your entire body. your nails raked down his back, only adding to his amusement as his pace began to falter at the feeling of you clenching around him. even at this level of blissed out you were able to realise that ken was about to cum so when he dipped his head into the crook of your shoulder you whispered in his ear, "cum in me."
almost as if it were a command, he came with a particularly rough bite of your shoulder to stifle a whimper. the feeling of him filling you up like this was euphoric, and your mind couldn't escape the desire to have him fuck his kids into you.
you quickly snapped back into reality as he pulled out of you slowly, the emptiness in your stomach growing. ken leaned back as he watched the mix of yours and his cum ooze out of your hole, before swiftly gathering it at your entrance and softly pushing it back in. "that's my girl," he whispered under his breath, just loud enough to reach your ears, "gonna have my babies, hm?" to which you softly hummed out in agreement before he bought those same fingers to your lips, letting you suck them clean.
dick grayson who is just plain shameless, and not to mention your number one fan.
you were out in the garden, trying to escape the many prying eyes that resided in every wayne gala. the two of you were just sitting on a bench, laughing and talking, when you shyly asked him to take a photo of you. he'd been your boyfriend for some time now, but you still felt a little arrogant to ask. dick was a detective after all, of course he could understand your feelings by the inflections in your tone.
you began posing in slight movements, weary to do anything too grand or too dramatic... before dick amped up his compliments.
at first he tried to be funny, cracking dumb dad jokes to coax an authentic smile out of you. his teases and banter clearly worked as he snapped photo after photo. when he saw you bring a hand to hover above your smile, the most beautiful smile he's ever seen, and turn your head ever so slightly he knew he already got the perfect photo.
though, he didn't stop there. compliments fell off his tongue like it was second nature and you couldn't hide your flusteredness anymore.
"you're gorgeous, princess."
"i'm so lucky to have you."
"this dress is perfect on you."
"can't wait to rip it off." he adds, with the same nonchalance he said every other compliment with. "dick!" you reprimanded him, but he knew you had no valid point to contend with him. "what?" he asks coyly, "'look so good, just wanna fuck you right here."
You're the one who wrote Souvenir and Tease aaaaaaah ♡♡♡♡♡ Do you know how much I love you for these??? I loved them so much and your characterization of Wally is MWAH chef's kiss.
I am usually more of a fluff person, but the smut was incredible.
Thank you dear and have a beautiful weekend ♡
hey babe i've just been busy with school and work but i did have a beautiful weekend cus this actually made my whole week ily tysm🫶🫶
might start writing more fluff just for you and cus i'm in my healing era or whatevaaaaa
souvenir sent me to heaven, if you’re taking requests i’d love to see a part 2 or another wally one shot. you’re amazing! <3
tease.
summary : who knew wally was so sentimental about his souvenirs?
pairing : wally west x fem!reader
warnings : oral ( f rec ), gag used, fingering, dirty talk, wallys a bit nasty in this one, vibrator ( its him ), edging, begging.
wc : 2k
a/n : been meaning to get around to this for a while hope you enjoy ily
read part one here !
this. this was a golden opportunity, and now all you had to do was wait for wally to get back. you were only snooping around his room to find a mission file but what you uncovered was so much better.
it wasn't long before wally came back zipping all around the place, before finally stopping in his bedroom. if he was shocked to see you, he didn't show it. instead he only asked, "what are you doing in my room?" your hands were placed behind your back holding your little discovery and a shit-eating grin was plastered on your face that you couldn't control. "better question is… what was this doing under your pillow?" you asked teasingly, removing your hands behind your back and waving your panties in front of his face. the same panties he stole from you as a souvenir. your relationship with wally stayed unchanged for the most of it, but ever since the kitchen incident you hadn't stopped thinking about it. about him.
it hadn't been long but neither of you hardly said a word to each other since, and you had just assumed he was indifferent to what happened. but this? this truly was something else, and you'd be damned if you weren't going to act all smug about it. "wallace west, the honourable kid flash," you stretched out the word as you stepped closer, "tell me, what do you do with these?"
his lips were pursed together and his eyes flickered around in thought before he answered, "you want the honest answer or some bullshit one?" you didn't even need to open your mouth as a slight tilt of your head and darkened glare said all he need to know. "well if you reaaally want to know," he stepped closer, "its my favourite souvenir. keep it under my pillow for safekeeping and easy access" he says nonchalantly. you try to hide the shock enveloping your features but ultimately he noticed it faster than you did. "you're horrible," you tell him with a reluctant smile on your face. "horrible? i haven't even told you what i do with them yet." he says feigning hurt.
"i rub them all over my cock," he steps closer, "i think about your hands all over me, the way you said my name, how you looked on your knees" he steps closer, "how fucking heavenly you felt." your breath hitches in your throat, and its only then you realised you've been trapped between him and his bed. his hands find a home on your hips, which made you melt enough for your brain to ditch any remaining self control you had left. he embraces your lips messily, like all his self control had been thrown to the wind as well.
before you can wrap your arms around his neck he pushes you back onto the bed with zero warning. before you can get mad at him, wally climbs on top of you and starts kissing on your neck. somehow, he simultaneously manages to remove your clothes as he continues kissing down your body. his fingers hook under the waistband of your shorts, being sure to leave your underwear on. he speaks through the kisses on your stomach, "might need another souvenir." although the idea soaks his precious souvenir even more you lightly smack his arm in rebuttal to his words, "at this rate, i won't have any panties left to wear."
you can feel his smile on your skin as his hands finally move to remove your underwear. he lifts his head up, only just slightly, so you can see his piercing green eyes as he speaks, "i told you i like easy access." once he finally gets the pair off, he holds them up proudly, "such a gorgeous pair, babe, don't you think we should put them to good use?" and with that he wasted no time in stuffing them in your mouth.
before you could protest, he began to lazily drag his tongue over your cunt eliciting a soft whimper from you. it wasn't long before he began focusing on your clit, overwhelming sensations taking over your entire body. when he added a finger into the mix of it all, inserting it in your hole and gradually adding another, your hand couldn't help but grip onto his hair. your body felt out of your control as your thighs clamped around his face. now it was your turn to trap him in, and just as you didn't mind he didn't either. in fact, he wished he could stay between your legs forever.
you could feel the knot in your stomach tightening, but wally was keeping you on the edge. you tried telling him you needed to come but it all came out as inaudible mumbles. "whats that?" he asked sarcastically as his fingers remained working you up. you groaned and whimpered in response bucking your hips into his hand as further indication to what you wanted. "just tell me what you want," he tells you with a fake softness, "i can't give it to you until you ask." god, you hated wally west. even if your body showed the opposite.
as his fingers worked relentlessly inside you, it only got you more and more frustrated. he watched you in awe as you whined and wriggled underneath him, trying so badly to chase your high. in a fit of annoyance, you ended up ripping out your makeshift gag yourself and with wally's fingers slowing down in reaction you could swear you'd throw him into a wall. if only his hair wasn't so messy and tousled, and his eyes weren't so cunning, and his lips weren't curved into such a calculating smirk, and his face wasn't covered in your own juices. maybe you actually would've. instead you gave up with a sigh of defeat before softly whispering, "please, 'needa cum so bad."
he takes a second before answering, "i'm not sure you do," his tone is conniving as his fingers fasten. he truly was an evil, scheming son of a bitch. that knot in your stomach you were all too familiar with by now revived and you couldn't stop the sea of words that began flowing out, "please please please", "need you", "'want you to make me cum, wally." hearing his name come out of your mouth, so breathless and desperate, he finally decided to end your torture (and his, considering the way his boxers felt impossibly tight and he was now rutting against the bed).
in a singular fluid motion, he had manoeuvred his arms around your thighs to force them apart against your instincts and began lapping at your juices. your hips grinded against his face while he ate you out like you were his favourite meal. you probably were. as his tongue fucked your needy hole, his nose brushed against your clit and it wasn't long before he was able to take you to the edge again. seeing you in this state, wally made every movement quicker and quicker until you could feel him vibrate. the sensation urged a moan to fall from your tongue and it only made the vibrations stronger. between his nose and his tongue, your clit and your hole, the vibrations, it all became too much. a wave crashed down, filling your entire body with ecstasy and relief. wally let you take a minute to come down as he wiped all your essence off his face with the back of his hand and took his shirt off.
you let yourself drink in his figure whilst he grabbed a condom from his bedside table before taking his pants and boxers off. you'd seen him shirtless during training before, but right now? the way his arms looked as he rolled the condom on himself and his abs contracted with every deep breath made you a lot more lustful than you'd like to admit. before he could try anything you managed to swap spots with him before kissing him again. as he kissed you back, you pushed him backwards onto the bed, so he leaned against the headboard whilst you moved your legs to either side of his. with a hand on his shoulder, you used your other to stroke his dick in slow motions. he bit your lip as his own way of telling you to go faster, but you decided to stop entirely only leaving your hand wrapped around the base of his shaft. he pulled away from the kiss only to be met with your alluring smile.
"you're a jerk, you know that?" wally told you as he leaned his head backward and looked at the ceiling accepting his karma. you leaned into his ear, "not as much as you, babe" you whispered before sliding down onto him. the action made his head snap back and his hands grab onto your hips almost immediately. you had a hand flat on his chest and another on his abs as you slowly rocked back and forth to get better adjusted to his size. you thought he stretched you out last time? this position made you feel him deeper than you thought possible.
his grip on your skin got tighter as he began to gently rock your body faster until you decided to outdo his pace on your own. your nails began to dig into his chest. you could've drawn blood but wally couldn't have cared less. in truth, it probably made him even harder and if you weren't so blissed out you most likely would've felt it.
your body moved with unwavering passion, as wally moved a hand to the side of your slack jaw. he placed his thumb in your mouth and you were quick to suck on it with a flurry of muffled whimpers rising from your throat. the entire scene was pure euphoria to wally. your brows furrowed, lips wrapped around his fingers, nails digging into his skin and your body working so desperately to chase your own high. euphoria.
wally removed his finger from between the warmth of your lips and moved that same thumb down to your clit as he kissed you. the synchronicity of his actions made your head drown in pleasure, making you moan into the kiss. "shit, you're gripping me like a vice," he told you breathlessly between kisses, "look so good fucking yourself dumb on my cock." you would've spat a remark back at him, but he was right and there wasn't a thought in your head except for him.
wally let out a guttural groan when you pulsed around him and once again his hands were on your waist as he planted his feet on the bed. he started meeting your movements with hard and fast thrusts. every movement he made had you teetering over the edge, but when your face nestled into the crook of his neck and he whispered in your ear was all the push you needed to send you over the edge. "that's my girl," he spoke in drawn out words as he noted to memorise every movement you made. he watched the rise and fall of your chest and how the hands on his chest had softened as a wave of pure pleasure washed over your body. most importantly, he took note of the way you clenched around him making his movements falter.
it wasn't long before his orgasm followed suit and you could feel him twitch inside you. a groan escaped from his lips as he bought his forehead to rest against yours. the both of you were now a sweaty, exhausted mess and the aroma of sex became noticeable as he helped you up off of him. wally took a minute as he laid beside you before sliding the condom off him and placing it into a bin whilst slipping into his boxers. you noticed he went to collect your clothes and before he could hand them to you, you rolled your eyes, "don't tell me you're taking another souvenir."
"thanks for the reminder" he answered with a growing smirk plastered on his face.
warnings : throatfucking, pet name ( princess ), little bit of manhandling.
wc : 0.5k
a/n : a littleeee drabble because it took me far longer than i'd like to admit to finish this
your lips returned to their rightful position, wrapped around him as his hand was now getting comfortable with a fistful of your hair whilst the other guided your hand to rest on his thigh, where the other followed suit.
he started off slow, letting your chokes gradually get louder and louder until your nose was pressed against his pelvis. his pace became more unrelenting, letting out whimpers and groans in response to your gags. tears began to fall, and neither his stare or his pace quit. you were completely his to control, and just the thought of it made you clench your thighs together as much as you could in your position.
"god, you're so beautiful" he told you breathlessly. you found it hard to believe with tears running down your face and a mixture of spit and his pre sloppily painting the sides of your mouth, but every word he spoke was true. looking at you like this, dick truly believe it was better than any piece of art or masterpiece created. you were better than any piece of art or masterpiece created.
you so desperately wanted to touch yourself, to ease some of the aching in your stomach but your hands were glued to the sides of his thigh as he kept pushing into you. your jaw grew tired, but your want to please him outran any remnant of tire in your body. the scene was so surreal. all so lustful, so messy, so rough. all so obscene.
his own need grew stronger and stronger with every second he had your lips wrapped around him which was apparent in the way he kept going further and further down your throat. the knot in his stomach was growing undone, but when you finally looked back up at him with those needy, gorgeous eyes, thats what pulled it undone. he came with a guttural groan, staying in your mouth leaving you to choke it all down and when he finally pulled out he still wasn't done. he cupped your cheeks with a singular hand, "tongue out, princess" and when you obliged he used his other hand to grab his cock. tapping it on your tongue for you to swallow the rest of it.
hi lovebugs !! i truly, truly apologise for my terrible inconsistency in maintaining this account, 2023 was just an interesting year to say the least. ANYWHO i'm in my summer holidays currently and will be completing all requests and hopefully keeping all of you fed with a lot of fics coming
Can you do nsfw headcanons for aged up Miles with a spider!Reader?
nsfw miles morales headcanons
my mans loves praising you, you're just so perfect to him and he's so obsessed with you that he must let you know.
since he's lowkey highkey a jealous mf he love love loves hickeys, even if its in places no one can see it gets him smiling just knowing its there.
100% a switch, leaning more to dom but miles is the softest dom ever.
giver!! mans a pussy eating CHAMP and he for sure loves that shit. loves seeing your face contort, hearing your sounds and best of all knowing he's the one making you feel so good.
also loves when you sit on his face and lets just say HIS NOSE.
he'd so tease you, but unknowingly like he could be saying or doing the most knee-wobbling, mind-melting, pussy-throbbing shit and he'd have no idea.
experimentalist through and through. he's very down to try all sorts of things, however he's a bit scared of degradation, choking or other things of the sort because he's scared to hurt you.
tying into experimentation and loving his spider-sona he's definitely into using webs, doesn't matter if he's webbing you up or if you're webbing him up my man loves it.
miles is an artist. he gets his feelings out through pen and paper and the same rules apply when it comes to you. although his normal sketch book is filled with the cutest drawings of your face, your eyes, your smile his hidden little black book has all his nastiest thoughts and memories of you.
i said it before and i'll say it again he is POSSESSIVE. always has a hand on you and never wants to let go.
technically classified as an alcoholic, seeing how easily he gets pussydrunk. that is all i have to say.
his self-control is BAD. when it comes to you all he wants to do is touch you, taste you, feel you, he'll literally crumble in a second.
even so, forget self control sometimes he just gets so needy and desperate for you it drives him insane.
sex jokes. this man has sarcasm for days, and it 99% of the time based on real events.
both of your spider-senses going off when you orgasm at the same time? yes.
of course !! i’m pretty much okay with writing anything, however i don’t read a lot of marvel comics as i’m more of a dc girl so i’m scared if he’d be a little ooc in my works😭
i am also trying to get through all my exams before starting any requests but i should be done today so thank you to everyone who put in a request for feeding my horny thots and giving me motivation to study faster LMAOAOAO
