Wally's had what he would categorise as the third worst day of his life.
Aching muscles weigh him down like he's had lead stitched into the spot between his bone and the carved tissue. The scent of the gross and weirdly chilly-sputum mix remains clinging to his suit from earlier, when he'd taken a photo with a giggling baby dressed as him. Who'd waited so patiently for the picture to be taken, before puking down the front of his suit.
He hadn't had the opportunity to clean it, before Superman had called an emergency team mission, demanded everyone be there and not a minute later. And while Wally could've cleaned it fast enough with his hands, there's no way he's touching baby vomit.
And the already bad day had been coupled with strategically placed green, hologrammy banana peels that had been scattered all around the building, getting trapped Wonder Woman's lasso and accidentally blurting that his biggest fear is coming too fast.
And finally, the endless barrage of jokes made by Green Lantern once the lasso had come off.
He can't believe he let himself get bullied by someone named Harold.
Wally's snapped out of his loathsome thoughts by the familiar sounds of the building. The soft, techno music playing from the neighbour down the hall, the humming of your next door neighbour's fridge and the quiet ambience of your TV playing what could be the fourth ASMR video of the evening.
A carefully constructed playlist that will, instead of making him sleepy, give him various toys and triggers to focus on.
Wally grimaces when he's pushing open the door of your apartment, discarding his boots at the door and his socks emanate a putrid smell that makes him gag.
"Why're you wet..." He groans, green eyes glossing over with the frustration as he shuffles past where you're bundled beneath the covers, and straight into your bathroom, flickering on the fluorescent light that seems far too harsh right now and he peels off the suit.
"Ew, ew, ew—" a scream dies in his throat when he touches the goopy mixture and he shakes, knuckles turning with at the way he clenches his fists, lips curling inward and he shudders. The smell is something bitter, which is worse than if it smelled like a sewer.
It's the type of smell that lingers in your cavities like it belongs, and he dry heaves, audibly gagging when he looks back at the mixture.
Wally steps under the stream of the shower, hot water pouring down on him, soaking gingery strands to his scalp, pale skin turning rosy under the warmth and pressure of the pelting liquid
His eyes remain fluttered shut, long lashes brushing against freckled cheeks, and his lips part in a sigh, and he feels every knot in his body loosen.
Wally's lathering himself up, the scent of vanilla and warm honey filling the bathroom, mixing with the steam. Suds trickle down the carved muscles of his frame, along the divots in his biceps, down the trail of his V-line and down the thickness of his thighs.
For the longest time, he just stands.
Enveloped in the heat and safety of your apartment. A place where everything predictable resides, where the worst thing that could happen is a busted pipe or the beep of your microwave past 2AM.
Wally's pushing his hair out of his face as he turns, back faced to the fogged up glass, head tilted back, welcoming the spray and the sight's one for the ages.
Rivulets traveling down thick planes, suds pool in the delves at the base of his neck before being pushed out by the stream and he hangs heavy between his thighs. And one of his hands travels down his torso, abs flexing at the way his hand wraps around his base.
He gives himself one stroke.
Before he's turning off the faucet, grabbing a towel as he dries his hair, his body vibrating just enough to rid his skin of the trickling rivulets and he flicks off the light on his way out.
His eyes find your form easily.
A weirdly shaped lump beneath the covers, one of your feet poked out from beneath, while the other has probably found its way beneath the curve of your ass. Somehow.
"This... Can't be comfortable, it just can't." Wally murmurs, gingery brows knitting at the way your limbs are twisted and turned, jaw slack and drool trickling down your cheek in that slow, snail-like way, head tipped back over a pillow bunched up at the nape of your neck.
He softens when he's peeling back the covers, the way your body shifts just a bit, the curve of your shoulder exposed by the droopy neckline of whatever shirt of his you've deemed as yours for the night. The soft give of your body when he settles in behind you, his face pressing into the curve of your neck as his arm tucks you against his chest.
Muscles flexing and his breath evening just a bit more when you melt against him, the fat of your ass pressed against his hips.
And he swallows.
⋅ ⋅──⊱ ⋆🎃⋆ ⊰──⋅ ⋅
"S'warm...."
Wally's face remains tucked into the curve of your neck as his hips move, flushed cock peeking out from between the softness of your thighs with each desperate pump of his hips. He's going slow. So painfully slow as to not wake you, and he nearly whines when he feels your thighs flex just a bit.
A shuddering breath escapes him, lungs too tight to breathe properly.
The heat of your cunt through the sticky cling of your panties, gusset soaked so thoroughly from your slick and thick globs of precum that allow him to feel every single bump and ridge of your folds. His voice cracks, a moan dying in his throat when he hears that soft, almost content sigh slipping from your lips. Your lashes flutter, cheeks ruddy with sleep and the fat of your ass presses against his carved hips.
"Oh my fucking God.." His voice cracks, and the arm that's not supporting you shifts, his hand creeping up the front of your torso, feeling the soft warmth of your belly beneath his calloused palm, feeling the way you exhale so easily and he travels up.
Until his hand's palming your breast, and he melts against you, beefy body curled awkwardly to press his face into your back, cock twitching between your thighs.
Beads of precum trickle from his slip, glossing your thighs and he's breathing heavy, hips rutting aimlessly, chasing the sweet floaty feeling he gets whenever he comes.
His thumb brushes over your nipple, feeling the softness of the bud as it perks up beneath his affections, his face hidden, the tips of his ears flushed with a devilish blush, and his eyes squeeze shut.
Wally's abs flex as his stomach dips, the friction of your slickened thighs, coupled with the odd grind of his tip between your velvety folds through the sodden gusset of your panties....
The heat behind his navel burns like an inferno before he comes, pearly white ribbons strewn across your inner thighs, soaking through your already ruined panties and his hips jerk, fingers sinking into wherever he can.
Nose brushing against the curve of your neck, inhaling the scent of your soap, your skin, your sweat like it's his only salvation.
"M'so sorry..." He pleads softly, "I still respect you..."
Wally's hand shifts out from underneath your shirt to hike your thigh over his, keeping you spread and he shudders.
"I respect you so much," he breathes out, voice quiet in the stillness of the early morning hours, as he tugs your panties to the side, "it's just been a really hard day, and I know you don't want me to wake you up..."
Gentle fingers scoop creamy spent up, before he's fucking it into you, two fingers pushing into your cunt slowly, the heel of his palm grinding against your clit and he moans at the way your lips part in a soft moan, brows twitching, and your hips grind against his palm.
And he whines. "You're so pretty." His fingers curl, calloused tips pressing against that spongy spot that makes your body go slack against his, head tipped back and your hand finds his, fingers wrapping around his wrist. Not pushing him away, just looking for something to hold onto.
"Wally..." Your voice cracks, thick with sleep but you don't bother to open your eyes, lashes fluttering and plush lips, still glossy with drool, part to let out a content sigh.
And he melts. Pulling his fingers out of you, before they're finding purchase, nestled between slippery folds and he circles your clit so slowly, just enough to get you to twitch. Just to listen to the little hum that slips from you, your thighs falling open.
Before lining himself up with your hole, slowly pushing into you. Emerald gaze fixed on every micro expression that takes over your face, the furrow of your brow, the way your teeth sink into your bottom lip and the way you arch, pushing your ass flush against him.
"Oh my god—" He gasps, "You're so tight..."
Wally's body shivers, fingers going back to your sensitive bundle as he circles, feeling the way your gooey walls spasm around him, tightness clinging to each vein and ridge, his mushroom-y tip nestled against the plug of your cervix.
And Wally ruts.
Face tucked into your neck, hips grinding against the fat of your ass as his fingers slip between your folds, clumsy and unpracticed, a blush permanently tinting the skin above his shoulders.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck—!" Wally gasps, his voice a hushed whisper, canines sinking into your skin, before he's soothing the mark with his tongue. Laving the wet muscle along your skin, tasting the sweat and bitterness of that sweet smelling soap you're always using, accompanied by the sweetness of your lotion.
A cacophony tastes burst across his tastebuds and he whines.
It's something meek and pathetic, his voice cracking at the way your cunt squelches around his cock, squeezing him like a vice as pearly cum trickles down your supple thighs.
And he pants.
"Fuck, mommy—" Wally whines, choking back the cutest little sob, his freckled cheeks flushed so deeply, brows pinching into an adorable little frown before he's pushing you onto your tummy, leaky cock still nestled in your sloppy pussy, and he's supporting himself with one hand, straddling the backs of your thighs, tilting your head just enough for your cheek to smush against the puffed up pillow.
Your brows furrow, lips slack in that way let that lets the softest mewls slip from your lips each time his hips smack into yours.
Wally's knees dimple the mattress, one hand grasping the sheets, veins visible beneath his skin, and his knuckles whiten under his grip. The golden ring on his middle finger catching the dim lighting of the TV and he groans at the way your manicured hands grab the sheets, fabric twisting beneath your palm, and he watches the way your teeth sink into your bottom lip.
Leafy pools are darkened by want, lashes fluttering as he glances down, simply to watch the way your pussy clings to each vein and ridge, puffy lips pulling him back greedily and he whimpers.
The sound of flesh smacking against flesh, wet squelches, bated breaths and syrupy moans fill the air, alongside that undeniable stink of sex and soap, debauchery clinging to the air like a fucking mist.
His blunt, oversensitive and leaking tip smears precum across your walls, each drive of his hips bullying into that spot that makes your eyes roll back in your head, saccharine sounds slipping from your slack maw.
"Fuck, you're so tight..." His body slumps forward, his forehead resting against your skin and he feels so feverish. "Can I come inside?" Wally pleads. "Please, mommy, let me come—" He gasps when you arch, ass flush against carved hips, "—please, please... Wanna come inside.."
"Huh...?"
Your voice is weak, lashes fluttering open and your eyes scrunch at the brightness of the TV, before you're tucking your face into the pillow.
And you're nodding. "Come inside..."
His pistoning comes to a stuttering halt, and Wally's hands clutch the sheets, veins bulging beneath the surface of his alabaster skin and his beefy body breaking into a cold sweat above you, and his weight presses you into the mattress, soaked sheets clinging to your damp skin.
Warmth floods our body when Wally's cock pushes a thick, creamy load into you, pearly cum being fucked into you with each whiny and desperate rut.
Thick forearms tense, the muscles of his broad back shift beneath the skin and those two dimples in his lower back deepen with each twitch of his hips, before he's pulling out of you.
Cock painted in spent and slick, before he's guiding you into your back, your body limp against the sheets and you're peering down at Wally from beneath thick lashes, watching the way he pushes your thighs apart.
Hands shaking, palms clammy and he's watching you like you're art.
Pupils blown wide, plush and rosy lips parted to let out soft sighs and he's shifting onto his belly, legs halfway off the edge of the bed but he simply doesn't care when he's guiding your thighs over his shoulders.
"Wally—... oh my god ..." The words die in your throat, and your hand's moving out of its own accord, sinking into those strawberry strands, nails dragging against his scalp when you feel the way his tongue slides between your slippery folds, bumping over your clit in a way that has your lashes fluttering and your head falling back against your pillow.
The taste is... Different from what Wally's familiar with. Obviously. But there's something so distinctly erotic about tasting himself, hidden in the walls of your cunt, now smeared with his spent. And his tongue traces those elusive infinities over the sensitive bundle of nerves, your thighs clamping against his ears as a reflex and he purrs.
Your hips twitch and you're grinding against his face, back arching in that way that would make you feel a bit more ashamed if you didn't catch the way his hips twitch against the mattress.
"Fuck, that's it..." He sighs, laving over your puffy lips, smearing the mess of translucent slick, saliva and cum. "Use me.... M'your good boy..."
Wally's voice cracks when you're raking your nails across his scalp, so loving in the way you're watching him through hazy eyes, your brain so sleep-addled that your limbs are mostly limp, and you're melted all pretty into the sheets.
And he's got hearts in his eyes.
His lips find purchase, wrapped around your clit and he sucks, lapping at the mess and he pays no mind to the mes that glosses up his chin.
Only focused on the way your back bows, and your eyes roll back in your head.
"Just like that—" Your voice cracks, a mewl breaking through your praise. Your brain feels like it's leaking out your ears, each coherent thought slipping from your mind like they've grown wings and your hand fists his hair.
Hips jerking when you're thrown headfirst into an orgasm, pleasure crashing and breaking over you like waves crashing against jagged rocks. And you're pulling him closer, potentially smothering him, but Wally's never been happier to be anywhere.
Slurping at your slick, his nose buried and bumping against your clit, hands pawing at your hips, fingers sinking into the flesh, the heels of your feet digging into his back and he groans, the sound obscene against the soft tapping and whispering from the TV.
And Wally pulls back, his forehead resting against your inner thigh as he catches his breaths bated and shuddering breaths slipping from his lips. Long lashes brushing against his ruddy cheeks as his eyes flutter shut.
A heavy exhale escapes him and your fingers card through his hair.
"You wanna talk about your day, honey?" Your voice is quiet when Wally's peeking back up at you, bleary eyes.
For everything we do here, please be sure to be careful with what you edit, and restart your computer to lock things in.
If you don't have access to the Group editor, (likely to happen if you're on base windows) you can do this as well by opening your Registry Editor app, then inputting this after your 'computer' or whatever the initial segment is. (Mine is computer. If I just try and paste the below string it gets SO mad at me)
Navigating to your "turnoffwindowscopilot", hit modify, and set the value data to 1.
If done correctly, it'll look like this.
While we're at it, you can also get rid of the integrated search, (or that thing where it searches the web when you search anything, whether or not you want it to) and such through regedit as well.
Navigate to your "DisableSearchBoxSuggestions" bit, if you don't see it, you can make it by right clicking and creating a new registry D-Word key of that exact name. Edit the key, set it to 1. It'll look like this if you do it right!
To get rid of Windows Spotlight, (The thing where it pulls up ten billion pages on windows start page, shoving ads in your face and cluttering everything) we go to
And set "Enabled State" To 0. If you do it right, it'll look like this!
Disabling edge on startup will also help a fair deal with processing speed and the like. This you can do in all sorts of ways, the easiest being turning it off entirely on startup through settings in the like.
If you want to kill it *entirely*, though? :)
In regedit, run along to Computer\HKEY_LOCAL_MACHINE\SOFTWARE\Policies\Microsoft
Navigate to your MicrosoftEdge key subcategory. If you don't see it, you can make one! Note, this is a KEY, not a d-word. *inside* that subcategory, we want to either make or find the D-Word key of PreventLaunchEdge and set that to 1 in the same way as all the others.
It'll look like this.
Aaaand while we're here, I'd HIGHLY recommend shanking Killer Networking Services. It's just bloatware. (Ostensibly it's supposed to monitor your network bandwidth and even things out, but that really means it's constantly monitoring and pinging things, which eats up the bandwidth you DO get, and also chunks your computer's processing power.) Getting rid of it entirely is borderline impossible, since it's set to redownload on regular updates and intel is very pushy with its updates.
This you can do by opening your Services.msc, which basically shows you all the background stuff that Windows does. Find Anything with Killer in the name, right click it, go to properties, and disable startup. It should look like this, if done successfully. It will probably reenable itself in time/in later updates for windows, but it's a quick fix. I'd also check your TaskScheduler app to make sure that nothing's scheduled to open up there, either.
If you CAN completely kill Killer services through uninstalling and the like, I would warn that at very least for my computer, the only ethernet/lan support applications that are available ARE Killer's. When you download updates, you really do have to do it manually and ONLY download the ethernet services, or just be cool with not having Lan functionality.
One last thing, not a shit application but is a shit service. If your computer's constantly overheating or just warm, you likely have Turboboost enabled. (Default setting that you can't change) If you want to be able to turn it off and drop your temps by like 40 degrees, in Regedit go to
(Note- This isn't the string copy paste from the reddit thread, this is mine that does the same thing. If my string doesn't work for you, check the reddit thread string. If that doesn't work either, you can follow the path and find it pretty easily. Probably has like, one letter of difference somewhere. The bits all start the same, though, so it's easy to find.)
and go to "attributes". Set the value from 1 to 2, and now in your advanced Power Plan settings in control panel, you'll be able to *see* turbo boost and turn it off.
It'll look like this, and in power options, a successful disabling of boost should look like this.
Turning off quick startup's also a good call, since that basically stops your restarts from actually shutting things down properly.
GOOD LUCK OUT THERE YALL. MAKE SURE TO CLEAN YOUR PC!
I would like to once again recommend to you all Winero Tweaker, a free program that lets you adjust a bunch of windows settings with a single click instead of digging through 30 different setting screens and registry entries.
There's well over a hundred settings, here's just a few of them:
(sorry the classic taskbar option no longer works with current windows 11 version)
Fair warning: This is a powerful tool which means it can also do some damage if you don't know what you're doing, but every setting comes with an extensive explanation, as you can see in the Ads and unwanted apps screenshot.
This tool will even turn windows 11 from a bloated mess into a (more or less, this tool isn't magic) usable operating system.
Imagine that one day as you're walking on a hot sunny path, your hat jumps off your head and lands into a muddy ditch. And you look at your muddy hat and ask it: "What did you do that for?"
"I don't want to be a burden anymore", your hat answers. "You are always carrying me around, and I can't carry you. That's not fair."
"I don't mind carrying you, little idiot", you tell your hat, "you hardly weight anything at all, and you shelter me from the sun."
"But that's different", your hat protests. "I don't mind the sun scorching on me. That happens anyway. It's literally no trouble for me to shade you too."
"Just the same it's no trouble for me to carry you. But now, because you wanted to stop inconveniencing and bothering me, I am now hatless and you are in the dirt."
i went to a couple different comic book stores looking for booster gold and all three different employees looked at me like i flash banged them and went “i dont know, no one ever asks for him” idk why but it made my day to stump them
tags: established relationship (Jason), oral (m!receiving), hair pulling, slapping, threesome, Eiffel Tower, praise + degradation, corruption (if u squint)
a/n: ..trip to Paris anyone? (Based on this bc it’s giggles)
wc: 2.9k | masterlist
“Jason, care to enlighten me as to why the dog is on the couch again?” you’re staring daggers at your boyfriend, fingers curling tightly around your mug of tea.
Man’s best friend? Sure. In this case, the mutt taking up your precious, precious couch is none other than Roy Harper.
Your words make Jason bristle, cutting through the silence in the kitchen, save for the raindrops tapping against the window.
“Baby, stop calling him that.” Jason rubs a hand over his face, keeping his voice down as he hesitantly glances over his shoulder, staring at the couch, “he’s my best friend.”
“C’mon, be nice.” Jason swallows, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I have been nice.”
It’s not that you dislike Roy. He’s been basically stuck to Jason’s side for years now. Friendships are important, you get that, your own friends mean the whole world to you too.
You’re just not sure what it is, maybe it’s the third wheeling, maybe it’s how he’s a bit of a walking disaster - tonight being proof of that. It could be how you’re rarely able to get a moment's peace, or how he doesn’t even hide how he stares at you.
You’d have to be blind as a bat to miss the way Roy eyes you, and you know your boyfriend. You know he picks up on these things.
See, Jason wouldn’t hesitate to put a man in the hospital if they glanced at you the wrong way.
But not Roy. He’s never mad at Roy, not for something like that.
Usually, you’d be able to feel the tension rolling off of Jason in waves. But not when Roy stares. Jason just looks the other way.
You’re not the only one Roy has an eye on.
You can’t place it, you can’t make accusations - that would be really unfair, besides Jason is the love of your life.
Maybe you oughta claw Roy’s eyes out.
“Doll, c’mon.” his eyebrows are knit together, taking a few sheepish steps toward you. His chin comes to rest atop your head, arms sliding under yours to wrap around your torso.
“He’s my best friend, alright? His girlfriend just broke up with him.”
You stare down at the sugar granules left in the bottom of your cup, and then over at the doorway - catching a glimpse of the couch.
You hate how Jason’s always able to wear you down like this.
“You’re so lucky I love you, you know that?”
That has Jason letting out a sigh of relief, his one of his hands sliding down to drum his fingers against your hip.
“I know, I love you too.” He murmurs into your hair, his palm coming down against your ass in a light smack, as if to ease the mood.
Shaking your head, you lean back against the counter, watching as Jason makes his way over to your not-so-welcome visitor, currently lounging around on your couch like he owns the place, their conversation out of earshot.
“So?” Roy lifts his head up, awkwardly drumming his fingers against his knee.
“She said you can stay the night, just don’t piss her off.”
“Ooh, will she hit me if I do?”
“She’ll castrate you, probably.” Jason blinks, unamused.
“Promise?”
Noticing how curt Jason is being, Roy tilts his head. He’s grateful for your leeway - but that isn’t exactly what he’s getting at here.
“..you didn’t ask, did you Jaybird?” he huffs, almost exasperated as he slumps his head back against the cushion.
“Harper, don’t be a dick.” Jason hisses, reaching a hand out to give Roy’s face a shove, his brows knit together.
“What if she rips my balls off?”
Roy smirks, rolling his eyes.
“Oh, what a loss to the world that will be.”
“She’s got you on a leash man, I’m jealous.” He snickers, only to be hit with another shove to the shoulder that makes him wince.
“I’ll have you know I’m very happy on my leash.” Jason’s brows furrow, mumbling under his breath.
“I know. You’re like totallyyy glowing and haven’t been beating the shit out of me recently!” Roy offers a mocking sweet grin, soon wiped off his face when Jason gives his hair a yank, making him crane his head up.
“Oh! You pull these moves on your girlfriend?”
“Fuck you, Harper,” Jason grumbles, giving his hair another yank before reluctantly letting him how.
“Yeah? I’m waiting.”
“You doin’ alright, doll?” Jason murmurs, keeping his voice low as he cracks your bedroom door open a little, features softening when he’s met with the sight of you sat up by your vanity table, gently cleansing your makeup away.
“Yeah, gettin’ ready for bed.”
“This early?” He raises a brow, picking up a random perfume on your table, slightly puzzled by the fact it’s encased in a pink and gold high heel as the bottle.
He knows nothing about perfume, or beauty for that matter. But he knows that you wear that one a lot. And he knows that this one specifically smells like almond cookies and flowers.
“Yeah, meetings tomorrow.” You frown, gently swatting his hand away before he manages to manhandle the rest of your precious perfume collection.
“Stressed?” He raises a brow, resting his large hands upon your shoulders, watching as you wipe the cotton pad across your soft skin.
“Not really, just fed up.”
He nods, leaning down to press a small kiss to your shoulder.
“You wanna come down for a drink?”
“I have to be up early.” you remind him, reaching to toss the cotton pad into the trash.
Okay, maybe it’s not that early, but you have better shit to do than to sit around and drink beer with him and his degenerate of a friend. It’s a Tuesday night, has the world lost its collective mind altogether?
“One drink?” he presses on, gently running his fingers up your arm.
“You’re lucky I love you.”
One drink turned into two, and two turned into three - remarkably fast.
You’re not sure what they’re talking about, you don’t really care. You’re preoccupied with reaching for another beer.
You’re content with being sat up on your boyfriend’s lap as he lazily bounces his knee, one of his warm hands on your hip as the other holds a cold bottle, mindlessly dragging it up and down the inside of your thigh as he and Roy talk.
Okay, maybe Roy isn’t so bad when Jason’s around.
You feel bad for a split second, perhaps a little bit guilty. You’re sitting up all giggly in Jason’s lap when you remember Roy’s only here because his girlfriend broke up with him.
He hasn’t mentioned anything, so it shouldn’t surprise you. He probably doesn’t wanna start dumping out all of his problems on you guys.
“You okay?” Jason arches a brow when he feels you shifting awkwardly in his lap, his grip on your hip tightening by a fraction.
“Yeah, it’s just-“ you clear your throat, trying to ignore the not-so-subtle feeling of his hard-on under you as you glance at Roy.
“He doesn’t mind, baby.”
“Right, Harper?” he glances over at Roy, currently preoccupied with trying to get another beer open.
“Me? Nah, I’m peachy.” Roy clears his throat, staring down into the bottom of his bottle “I’m rooting for you guys.”
That makes you smile, Jason smirks.
“Ah, thank you my dear best friend.” He scoffs, lightly running the bottle up your thigh as he stares at Roy on the other side of the sofa-bed.
“The one guy I know who manages to swing both ways and still miss.”
“Low blow, jaybird.”
Jason shrugs, leaning over Roy to reach for another beer.
“I’ll show you a low blow.”
You glance back at your boyfriend and then at Roy, tilting your head to the side.
“You two okay?”
Roy clears his throat, leaning back against the cushions with a small shrug, glancing down into his beer and then over at you.
“Never better.”
You nod quietly, leaning back against Jason once more, you’re not sure what’s changed in the room in the last couple of seconds - you didn’t hear what Jason said, but it’s obvious.
There’s definitely something going on here.
And Roy Harper is definitely eye-fucking your boyfriend.
“Okay,” you break the tense silence, shifting to move off of Jason’s lap “I’m gonna go get more beer-“
“Nah, we have a couple more bottles here.” he shakes his head, catching the drawstring of your shorts in his fingers so you don’t get up.
Roy stares at Jason, grip on his bottle tightening.
Jason doesn’t say anything for a hot minute, lightly bouncing you in his lap as he rests his chin on your shoulder.
There it is again, that feeling. It’s like they’re hiding something from you.
You’re a little loose-lipped at this point, the alcohol getting to you quicker than usual - maybe it’s cause you’re tired.
“Roy,” you break the silence, lips pulling into a sleepy little grin.
“Uhuh?”
“You tryna fuck my boyfriend or what?” you joke, slumping back against Jason - his grip on your waist tightening immediately.
See, the answer isn’t exactly a no.
Roy doesn’t say a word, avoiding your eyes until Jason leans down slightly, his breath hot against your neck.
“It’s not me he wants.”
Jason Todd you knows you love him more than anything in the world - he’s the luckiest man alive.
Long story short, that’s how you ended up with your boyfriend’s rough hand at the back of your neck while he fucked you from behind - forcing you to keep your head up and your mouth open as his best friend fucked your throat.
“Don’t even think about it,” Jason’s breath is ragged as he catches Roy’s wrist, stopping him from grabbing the ends of your hair - only Jason is allowed to do that.
“You got a pretty hot girlfriend, you know that?” Roy pants nonetheless, pulling back ever so slightly to glance down at your fucked out expression.
Your tits are all but falling out of your shirt, tears at the corners of your eyes. You’re a mess, to put it plainly.
You’re pretty much convinced the only thing even keeping you upright is Jason, one hand digging into the soft flesh of your hip - sure to leave a smack right across your ass if you lean forward over to Roy a little too much.
“Don’t get used to it Harper.”
“Why not?” He pants, a little breathless as he pulls his hips back for a moment to glance down at you before slapping his cock back onto your tongue.
“Your girlie seems to like it.” Roy murmurs, hand slowly finding its way back into your hair - not pulling, just to mess with Jason.
“I’ll fuck you up after this.” Jason’s brows furrow, blunt nails biting into your lower back as he pushes his hips forward, biting back a small grunt.
The action has you letting out a muffled whine, Roy’s cock pushing down your throat as you helplessly claw at the pillows below you.
“Heh, f-fuck,” Roy’s head falls back slightly, trying to keep himself together despite your mouth around him, drooling around his dick.
“She doesn’t even gag.”
It’s true, you don’t.
That’s all thanks to Jason though, a rough hand finding your ass in a sharp smack, your legs barely able to keep your body upright as your knees press into the mattress.
“I know.” He breathes out with another mean thrust, almost proud - causing you to nearly lose your balance altogether.
He really is proud of you though, in every sense of the word, Jason loves you more than anything.
But the fact you’re willing, eager to drop to your knees and take his best friend's dick down your throat? Just to make Jason happy?
That just makes him cocky.
Jason’s hand is quick to grab at your hair, craning your head back to pull you off of Roy’s cock for a moment, a messy string of spit breaking.
“Real pretty too, ain’t she?” His words are strained, punctuated with messy thrusts into your cunt as he tilts your head around in his grip, letting Roy stare down into your teary eyes like he’s showing you off.
“Your throat hurtin’ yet, slut?”
Normally you’d scoff at something like that but you can’t bring yourself to even think, let alone argue - considering you’ve been drooling on Roy’s cock for what feels like hours.
Your chest heaves, barely managing to croak out a soft “no” - you can keep going, you know you can.
“No? Good girl,” Jason feels that little pang of pride again, gently stroking the back of your neck with his thumb before pushing your face back to where it was, his friend's leaking cock lightly smacking against your cheek as Roy fumbles to get it back into your mouth.
Roy bites the insides of his cheeks, legitimately trying not to go cross-eyed when he feels your mouth on him again, tip of his dick slamming against the back of your throat.
“S-she always been like this?”
“Nah,” Jason groans, head tilting back slightly as he pulls out just enough to make you whine before slamming back into your cunt.
“I just fucked her up a little,”
“Really?” Roy swallows, cheeks almost as red as his hair.
“Really.” Jason nods “you think just any girl can pull shit like this?” his head tilts to the side, hand automatically swatting at your thigh when he feels your legs are starting to tremble again.
“It’s all me, right sweetheart?” He hums, glancing down at you lazily to see you trying to nod, even though you’ve got a mouth full of cock, spit dripping down your chin.
“Fuck,” Roy lets out a shallow breath, shaky hands gripping your shoulders so hard his knuckles are almost going white.
“You know,” Jason trails off, gently dragging his hands up your hips before smacking your ass again “You could’ve tried talking me into this earlier.”
“I tried,” Roy manages a small laugh at that, eyes squeezing shut as he feels your tongue dragging along him again - losing his train of thought “f-fuck, her mouth is so fucking hot,”
“I bet,” Jason hums, one hand slipping down between your legs to catch your clit between his fingers, gritting his teeth when you whimper around Roy’s cock, your pussy throbbing around Jason.
He’s been there, he’s done that. Of course he has.
Roy feels a little jealous. Not like he has any right to, whatsoever.
You’re not his, Jason is making that abundantly clear with each mark across your skin, each mumbled praise, each glance down at you to make sure you’re still okay.
It has his hand finding your neck, whole body flushed as he fucks your throat that little bit harder, your eyes rolling back dumbly - not a thought in that brain.
Jason has the nerve to smirk, watching Roy with a raised brow as he runs his fingers over your clit in time with his thrusts.
“You tryna outfuck my slut, speedy?”
That makes him bristle, Roy knows damn well he’s not even fucking you, not really.
“S-shuddup,” He doesn’t have enough focus left to answer properly, hips stuttering as his hand slides up and down your throat - almost like he’s trying to feel himself in there.
“You so are,” Jason mumbles, slowing his pace a tiny bit to focus on how you flutter around him, how good you take his cock.
“Wishin’ it was you?”
“No.” Roy manages to croak, trying to keep his grip on your neck tight and not focus on how your back arches against Jason, or the fucked out little slurs of your precious boyfriend's name around his dick.
It’s a little fucked up in all honesty, the two of them yapping all about you like you aren’t even there.
“You wanna fuck my girlfriend, Harper? Slam your cock into this tight fuckin’ cunt?” Jason pants, hand leaving your pussy to your dismay, reaching over you to yank Roy’s face closer.
“Yeah,” Roy sniffles under his breath, trying not to blow his load in your mouth right then and there with Jason’s hand on his jaw.
“Didn’t hear you,” Jason shrugs, lazily staring at him with a slow roll of his hips against your ass.
“Yes,” Roy all but whines, his own legs starting to shake as Jason’s mouth just barely brushes against his, as yours takes his cock deeper than he thought was even fucking possible.
Jason sighs, blunt nails pressing into his nape - tongue dragging against Roy’s bottom lip
“Not fucking happening.”
“You okay, sweetheart?”
You’re sitting sideways in Jason’s lap now, his shirt draped over the frame as he cleans you up with a warm cloth, not so subtly inspecting the marks he left on you minutes prior.
“Yeah,” you nod, throat a little sore for obvious reasons as you rest your head on his shoulder - a kiss to your temple soon following.
“Roy?” You manage to lift your head a little bit to glance over at your dear houseguest, still breathlessly staring at the ceiling - half slumped against Jason’s other side.
He’s almost convinced you broke his dick or something. He’s never cum so embarrassingly hard.
He’s staring down into his lap, presumably contemplating his whole existence until your voice snaps him out of it.
“..mhm?”
You hesitate, shifting slightly against Jason.
“I’m sorry if I was hard on you when I came home, sorry to hear about the whole breakup with your girlfriend.”
The whole reason Jason begged you to let him stay tonight.
Roy blinks, slowly - tilting his head to stare at you and then at Jason, puzzled like you’re speaking in some undiscovered language.
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you’re hanging out with your best friend, wally, and turns out, his best friend is also there! cue your mouth and your pussy being filled up in the best ways possible. (or, you, dick, and wally have a threesome)
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 17+ CONTENT, threesomes, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (wrap it!), oral sex (m! receiving), choking, overstimulation to the max, hair pulling, filthy talk— seriously, this is filthy, cum swallowing, praise kink, they kiss while they eiffel tower you.
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: they’re so fucking hot, I just couldn’t resist. I didn’t know if this should’ve been a double penetration oneshot but that one will be soon! trust! sorry if the reader doesn’t really talk this much… when you read what happens, then you’d understand why, lmao.
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you didn’t know how you ended up in this position; on your back, legs up, jaw open. but here you are, and your brain is too scattered to even think about the full timeline… but you attempt to.
very simply— wally wanted to hang out with you, “spend the night!” he says, and turns out? dick was there too, mainly because wally invited him too (you begin to think he purposely wanted both of you). you didn’t hate that you were attracted to your best friend’s best friend, it just felt weird, but god damn dick is a sexy man.
and what happens when three sexy people are in the same room together? clothes disappear and filth is muttered. and now? you’re here, on your back, brain completely mushed up by these two guys.
wally was standing by your head, dick was in between your legs. wally’s dick was longer but dick’s cock was thicker, and you could feel the difference.
“which one do you want filled first?” wally asks you, his right hand stroking his cock with a few jerks as his left hand reaches down to squeeze your left breast, dick moved your legs onto his shoulders as he lines up with your folds.
you groan, his fingers feeling so good on you as dick’s hands squeezed your thighs. having four different hands on your figure… you could feel your body temperature rise with each touch, each damn finger. “I-I don’t care… just get in me d-damn it.”
dick chuckles, squeezing your thigh a little harsher. you gasp as he squeezes your thigh but also you feel wally twist your nipple. “okay, okay, baby, no need for the attitude.” he shoots back, looking at wally as he tilts his head. “you go first, walls, shut that pretty mouth.”
“don’t tell me to shut—” you begin to say before you get cut off.
not by words, not by a squeeze. but rather by wally’s long cock pushing into your mouth. he doesn’t go all the way with his eight inches, around four inches as you gargle. drool drips down your chin as your head tilts back, looking up at the redhead as he shushes you. his hand on your breast going up to your jaw, stroking your chin.
“there you go.” he coos, pushing in the last four inches, his messy orange happy trail faintly tickling against your chin. you’re forced to breath through your nose as the bulbous tip of his cock hits the back of your throat. “christ baby, didn’t know you could fit all ‘me in your mouth.” he mutters.
dick’s grin never fades, his thumbs stroking up and down your inner thighs as he kisses your ankle. his right hand stroking your thigh as his left hand reaches up to gently caress your right breast. “got a mouth worth millions, baby.” he encourages, his left thumb rubs circles to harden your nipple.
with his left hand on your jaw, wally points to dick. “c’mon man… no fair you’re not having fun.” he somberly says, looking back down at you. “you want dick’s dick in you, baby?” he asks, tapping on the underside of your jaw to make you answer.
it takes you a few moments, swallowing your spit the best you can before you nod. “y-yes! f-fucking hell, please—!” your begs are muffled due to wally’s long cock.
but they hear it anyway.
wally looks back up at dick with a smirk. “well, you heard the lady of the hour.” he insinuated.
the birdboy grins and doesn’t take any other words or moments before he presses his tip against your sobbing pussy, pushing into you. fuck fuck fuck. he’s so thick. shit. if you thought you couldn’t breath (in the best way) because of wally’s dick in your mouth, now you couldn’t with dick’s dick in your pussy.
your eyes roll back the moment his cock begins to push into you, your toes curl as your left set of nails dug deep into whatever section of wally’s left arm your nails could find as your right hand gripped wally’s best sheets. “nghhhh.”
“holy shit, sweet girl.” dick groans, his right hand going onto your abdomen, feeling himself push into you as his left hand held onto your calf. “you feel so damn good… fuck.” he looks up at wally, who’s grinning at the sight. “dude, you gotta get some of this.” he says to him.
why is it so hot when they speak to you like this? it shouldn’t. really. but it just is.
wally shrugs, feeling your nose brush against his balls. “don’t worry, I’ll get her pussy later, this mouth feels too damn good.” he suggests. “this pretty body, my god baby.” he groans, looking at your body with lust in his eyes.
your eyes remained rolled back as your breaths through your nose blows onto the underside of wally’s cock, your pussy fluttering against dick’s as he settles his thick cock into you.
and before you knew it, you could feel both of their hips move, both pulling out of their respective places before thrusting back in, dick was harsher with his thrust— with that thrust, he pushed you upwards, making it easier for wally to push back into your mouth. “w-wally! d-dick!”
it feels so damn good, and pleasure shoots through your veins as both of them begin to move their hips at the same time. dick was a little faster than wally, groaning with each flutter of your pussy as wally caressed your jaw, pushing in and out of your warm throat.
your moans fill the room— or the best they could leave your stuffed mouth. they were high pitched, drool causing a mess as your fingers claws at both of their forearms, one above your head as the other sat on your abdomen.
“seal those lips ‘round me baby.” wally encourages, and you listen to him. it’s so slick in your mouth, your lips sealing around his cock as wally murmurs a praise, seeing you hallow out your cheeks with each time his cock hit the back of your throat.
“you’re such a good girl.” dick praises lowly, his hips rutting with each slow thrust. you love the praises, it makes you feel good inside and your brain melt a little more.
dick moved his left hand, sucking on his thumb before putting it on your clit, stroking up and down. a bigger moan leaves your mouth as your heels dig into dick’s shoulder. “does this pussy want it faster?” he asks.
when you’re so stuffed that you’re unable respond; the redhead does it for you. wally grins as he says a suggestion. “fuck her pussy deeper, I’m sure she can take it, she’s a big girl.”
dick smirks and follows wally’s words, especially after feeling your walls clench around him as he adjusts his posture, pressing both hands into the mattress on each side of you as he angles himself lower, and where he hits? fucking. delicious.
your moans vibrate wally’s cock, mentally grinning to yourself as you see how he’s affected by it. one of the best sensations he’s ever felt, feeling it from his base as he goes a little quicker but not too much, not wanting to hurt you.
the acrobat notices wally’s eyes roll back at your moans making his cock feel like heaven itself, he leans closer, sweat padding down his face. “what’s the matter, lightning bolt? I do something good for once?”
“shut it.” wally mutters, leaning close to dick as they keep eye contact with each other. “keep moaning f’us baby, keep that pretty mouth up.” he blindly praises as he taps your jaw.
you groan as he taps on your jaw, your lips sucking harder on wally’s cock, tongue sliding up and down the underside of him. it feels so good. you’ve never felt so good.
and before either of the former titans could stop, their lips press together, both of their hips going faster in you. wally’s lips are warm while dick’s lips are cold, their tongue pressing together.
wally’s left hand moves off your jaw and down to your clit and in return, dick’s right hand moves out of the sheets and wraps around your throat, feeling wally’s dick in your throat.
“christ dude.” he murmurs against wally’s lips. “knew you were long but not this fucking long. this fits in your suit?”
wally shrugs, hitting the back of your throat constantly with each push of his hips. “it helps that I’m a grower.” he chuckles as he can feel his balls tighten.
dick’s lips go to wally’s jaw, pressing sloppy kisses as he increases his thrusts within your pussy, your moans are too broken and your mouth is too stuffed. you can feel your vision whiten, it’s all so overwhelming— in the best ways you could even imagine.
“look at this pussy, taking him so well, knew this pussy was amazin’.” wally slurs, patting your clit before he rubs tight circles. your hips jerk, your pussy flutters, and you’re so close to cumming. “you close, dick? cause holy shit, ‘m not gonna last in this pretty girl’s mouth.”
dick nods, pressing his thumb into your throat. “yeah— so close… gonna cum… fuck.” he groans.
and somehow, someway, all three of you finished together, as if you all knew each other’s minds too well to argue. and nothing could compare or even warn you to the feeling you felt.
wally pushed back his cock only by a few inches, not wanting to overwhelm the back of your throat as dick thrusted in as deep as he could get, down to the base of his cock to the point his balls rubbed against your pussy. your veins overflowed with pleasure, nails dug deep to the point your hand lost color and you drew blood from both of the boys as you orgasm.
“wally, fuckkkkk—dick…!” you slur as your body strains, knees bending harshly on dick’s shoulders as you feel your body get overwhelmed with so much rapture.
for a few moments, you feel like you’re in heaven, your body feeling so damn good, mind ruined by such a explosive orgasm. you feel limp against them, you feel wally’s hand stop rubbing your clit as you cummed around dick’s cock, slobbering on wally’s cock as your vision finds itself back. “ugh… fuck…”
then, you felt it. your pussy being warmed up with dick’s cum as his semen painted your walls white. you felt sticky, his cum pushing deep within you as he stroked your throat, gently grinding against you to get his semen deeper. “fuckkkk, sweet girl, pussy feels so damn good. take my cum like this… knew you could take it.” he groans, looking at wally as wally pulls out, his cock straining.
you keep your eyes on wally as he looks at you with furrowed eyebrows and needy eyes. “open. open your mouth baby.”
and the damn second you opened your mouth, before your tongue could fully extend, his cum landed in your mouth, eventually spreading onto your tongue. not only your pussy felt warm and sticky, but now your mouth.
wally cums a lot more than dick, because dick finishes harder than wally. ropes and ropes of cum shoots out as you took every single inch, dick’s pupils blown as he watches the sight in front of him, his hand keeping your mouth open.
moments after; you swallow all of wally’s cum, you feel it stick to the back of your throat as dick lets down your legs off his shoulders, your hands leaving their forearms as they fall to the bed.
wally moves his cock once his balls feel empty, his breaths heavy. “and you were hiding your mouth this entire time, baby?”
with your mouth empty, you’re able to respond as you lean up, legs spread as dick’s semen dripped out of your folds. “well you two hid your dicks from me so…”
dick grins and wally smirks and you knew you weren’t getting any sleep that night. not like you wanted any sleep with these guys next to you.
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this idea has been gnawing at my mind for a while and finally decided to write it. I love them both so much, they’d be so good in bed, I need them both!
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