everyone thinking clark and his girlfriend are the most vanilla, sweet, innocent couple because of how they act around each other and present as a team — never cursing or fighting, never drinking or getting belligerent, never lying or betraying anybody including and especially to each other. they were the golden couple. they only amp up that image to everybody even more when clark buys them promise rings. everyone thinks it’s sweet, cute as a button how virginal they both are and are waiting for marriage. they’ve only ever seen him give her a kiss on her cheek or her forehead, rub her arm, hug her in a warm embrace and whisper their adorable inside jokes.
but in the private space of their bedroom, they’ve done just about everything but.
even before clark got them the rings.
every night, he whimpers her name and ‘please’ on repeat right in her neck, wearing nothing but his glasses. grinding his cock up and down the front slit of her pretty, glistening pussy like he’s a horny little bunny that couldn’t ever be sated.
“it doesn’t count, right? if I don’t put it in, mmmmuhhh— oh, god — if I don’t put it in then we’re still virgins,” he pants. still humping her up and down, their parts rutting up against one another as they both implode from the friction. she grinds her clit back, bumping it up against his head and all his throbbing veins, and nods her head up and down, agreeing.
“of course baby, just keep going, we can cum like this as much as we want. it won’t count.”
“oh, oh my, yes, yes please! I have to keep going. I’m about to cum. it’s gonna get all over your pretty little pussy.”
he learns all his dirty talk from the dirty movies they’ve watched too. apart from his instincts and his imagination, and of course all his grunts and movements were purely primal.
“it looks so big when you press it up against me. I don’t know how it’s gonna fit when we get married,” she gasps, watching him rut like a dog and how it goes past her belly button. it’s sloppy, slippery, jutting around from all the blood that’s filled up. his sac is even heavy against her too. the way it bounces against her hole, gives her another part of him to clench onto too.
“shhh, we’ll make it fit. I won’t let it hurt you. we’ll be nice and wet together, just like this, then it’ll just… it’ll just slide right in,” he gulps. losing any other words that are left to say the more he thinks about it. “we’ll feel so good. and you’re gonna be my wife.”
“keep — keep going baby, don’t stop now,” she pleads. clark nods immediately, kissing on her neck while he humps her even faster. the slick is audible, gushing in between them as they whimper and slide.
“they think I don’t even touch you,” clark hums a laugh, slobbering on her throat through a wet, lazy kiss. “mmm. they think I haven’t even seen you naked. they don’t know I can still make this pussy feel good without even putting it in.”
she sprawls out her legs even wider, mouth open as she has her toes further up in the air, letting him take over their gyrating completely as they both leak all over each other.
“let’s cum together, honey. let me make you feel good. let go for me, cum on me. I wanna make this pussy feel nice and happy.”
clark ruts harder, faster. kisses her chin and swallows up his favorite noises that leave her mouth when they both feel the electric dip in their bellies. both of them clench, clark’s tip stills and presses up right against her clit while he lets out his long, gushing first spurt. she cums just as he’s creaming all over her clit, making a mess of her mound and even up to her stomach. they both roar and hum and whine as they rub out their highs, the splatter of all the evidence of their innocent fun coated all over her as they catch up to their wild heartbeats.
he kisses her and hums all his praises right into her mouth, some of it even nonsense as he slaps his filthy, heavy wet tip back on the lips of her pussy and the hood of her clit.
“you um, felt good? jeez, it’s so wet….”
clark is in awe at her shiny center, enthralled while he plays with the mess a little more. he gets shy and ducks his head back with a laugh and says he’s sorry if she’s too overstimulated. she laughs right back at him and shook her head, wrapping one leg around his hips to trap him back in.
“you can keep playing. it’s all yours.”
“it’s ours. our mess… and gosh is it pretty,” he breathes, rolling his head and tapping the sopping wet folds. “prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“I can’t wait to be your wife.”
“well I can’t wait to be your husband,” clark retorts, pointedly looking at her and leaning in to give her a warm, selfish kiss.
“can’t wait to feel you inside me. all the way,” she whispers. holds onto his face.
“I’ll make you feel so good. I already can’t keep my hands off you.”
“and they’ll never know.”
“nope,” clark grins.
eventually, shortly after clark proposed they graduated to ‘just the tip’ making both of them cum after only a few shallow pumps of clark tearing her open with just his crowned head. and he grazes her g-spot with the most perfect angle to drive them both crazy. but in public, with their matching shiny engagement rings gracing their fingers, they still are perceived as modest as can be.
Being curled up in Sukuna’s lap with his forearm slotted between your thighs. He’s playing with your pussy lazily, fingering you nice n deep while you paw and mouth at his pecs. Your eyes are closed, smearing drool messily over his chest and moaning quietly as you suck and bite at his nipples…
Mr. Goodreads and Miss Letterbox || Jason Todd x reader
— Both of you just shared your love for books/films in social media, but your followers saw the potential of an amazing power couple. What happens when you find out about the ship and decides to check Jason's account?
!!: smau + a narrated part. fem!reader. not use of y/n. bookstagramer!Jason x cinephile!reader. Pictures are from Pinterest. enemies to lovers-ish (not really???)
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photo dump of the last week of June 🌷
Watched Obsession yesterday. You guys know I don't usually watch horror movies in the cinema, I prefer to watch them at home, safe and cozy, but I've been hearing lot of mixed opinions about this film and I couldn't wait to finally watch it myself. I would rate it with 4 stars because it was really good and extremely disturbing. As always, you guys can find my complete review (with spoilers) in my letterboxd!!
-💋
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user1 Just came from reading your letterboxd review and I agree with everything you said ♥︎ liked by the author
user2 Haven't watched the movie and never will, because I hate this genre, but I loved reading your review ♥︎ liked by the author
user3 If she has a boyfriend, he either has to be another film-obsessed freak or someone who is the total opposite of her, like someone who argues the book a film is based of is way better, even if it isn't
⤷ user4 there's this guy here whose user is @/j.todd who makes content about books and I believe they were made for each other, even if they haven't met yet 🙂↕️
⤷ user5 OMGGG JASON YESS THEY WOULD BE PERFECT TOGETHER
⤷ user6 now this gotta be my new favorite ship
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Normal People by Sally Rooney. 3 stars. I can't deny Sally Rooney is a very talented author, and the start of the book was very powerful and entertaining. However, the ending disappointed me (complete review in my Goodreads). I can't consider Normal People a bad book, it was beautifully written and didn't feel boring, but it's not one of my favorites.
comments:
user1 Normal People is one of my top 3 favorite books but I agree with some of your points in your Goodreads review
user2 ONLY 3 STARS???
user3 love me a man who reads, is he single?
⤷ user4 get in line
⤷ user5 hope he is so he can date my beloved @/yourusername
user6 I'm finishing Normal People, but I kinda agree with you, It's a really good book, but I can't give it more than 4 stars
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Can you guys believe I never got to watch Wuthering Heights in theaters when the movie came out? (I still did the trend with the poster and my husband Jacob Elordi). Either way, I watched the movie yesterday night and I have a few comments on it. Over all the movie gets 3 stars and I'm being generous. I haven't read the book but the film was... something else... I have a lot of things to say about this so you guys can go read my review in letterboxd (contains spoiler)
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comments:
user1 I loved the movie wdym 😭😭
user2 kinda weird for you not to watch a movie the second it's out on theaters
⤷ yourusername I know right? but I was very busy when the movie came out, and when I finally got time to go watch it it had already been removed from theaters
user3 Jacob Elordi the man you are
⤷ user4 idk he gives me weird vibes
user5 I love your reviews, they are so complete and so well written ♥︎ liked by the author
user6 nah guys have you seen Jason's post? This can't be coincidence
⤷ user7 this can either be coincidence or they know each other
⤷ user8 maybe they know about the ship and are just messing around with us
user9 you should read the book
⤷ yourusername not my thing lmao
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Haven't had much time to read this past weeks, so I figured I could talk about a book I read a while ago, that I really enjoyed, and never posted my review here.
Wuthering Heights gets five stars from me. It's impossible to sum up everything I love about this book in here, so I suggest you all to go and read my review in Goodreads. But it's darkness, and poetic story has made this book one of my ultimate favorites.
P.S: I don't usually mark classics, so I just decided to post some photos I took this month.
comments:
user1 WE GOT JASON'S FACE REVEAL BEFORE GTA VI
user2 blah blah blah proper name place name backstory stuff
user3 que sí quesito que sí
user4 whatever you say handsome
user5 just here to say that @/yourusername just posted her review of the movie
⤷ user6 idc if they know each other or not, they're my parents
⤷ user7 They would be the perfect couple istg
⤷ user8 mr. Goodreads and miss letterbox, straight from a romcom
⤷ user9 they're married in my head
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photo dump of this week before I got sick
Rewatched one of my favorite movies because I couldn't get out of bed and I'm so happy I finally get to talk to you guys about it. Dead Poets Society is my favorite movie of all time, hands down, no hesitations. A masterpiece. It's poetic, it's beautiful, it moves you and it's genuinely the only movie that has made me cry. As always you guys have my complete review in my letterboxd (with spoilers, just in case there's people that haven't watched it yet, in that case I'm so sorry).
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user1 get well soon queen ♥︎ liked by the author
user2 so you got sick, that's why you were so active on social media lately
⤷ yourusername I'm so bored
user3 Dead Poets Society really is THE film
user4 getting sick in July, what's in Gothams air?
⤷ yourusername the real question is: what isn't in Gotham's air?
⤷ user5 WAIT are you from Gotham???
⤷ user6 one step closer to her and Jason meeting each other and falling in love
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Found the Dead Poets Society book in my local library and, since I never watched the movie and the book is short, I decided to read it. It gets 3 ½ stars. I found it quite plain and, although I think the story is moving, I'm not sure the book captured the feelings that well. Also, some of the characters were quite questionable. Either way, you guys can find my full review on Goodreads.
P.S: I think I like this photo dump thing, I might keep doing it.
comments:
user1 I think the same as you Jason, now lets kiss
user2 @/yourusername and him using their post's captions like letter, they're made for each other. She sings it with a kiss, and he uses P.S.
yourusername is this the guy chat??
⤷ user3 ariana what r u doing here????
⤷ user4 you really don't know the meaning of being nonchalant, don't you
⤷ user5 so this is the level of boredom you reach when sick
yourusername You should really watch the movie, you would rethink those 3 ½ stars you've just gave to my favorite story of all time
⤷ j.todd I don't think the movie would be much more different from the book, taking into account that the book came out after the film.
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Pride and Prejudice. 1 stars. Review in letterboxd.
-💋
comments:
user1 okay she's mad
user2 miss ma'am are you alright?
user3 Jason and her might not be dating after all
⤷ user4 idc this has potential for a enemies to lovers
⤷ user5 I think they should kiss, that would fix everything
user6 idk what happened, but please come back and be normal
j.todd we both know that movie is not 1 star movie
⤷ yourusername have you watched it?
⤷ j.todd no, but I've read the book and I know pride and prejudice is not a 1 star story
⤷ yourusername adaptations aren't always loyal to the original source
⤷ j.todd you really are annoying
⤷ yourusername I suggest you read my review on letterboxd
⤷ j.todd I did and it only says "fuck you Jason"
⤷ yourusername fuck you Jason
⤷ user7 this is like seeing my parents divorcing again
When did you think this was a good idea? Maybe when you saw an opportunity to prove you were right about your favourite movie. That the story changed completely by watching it rather than reading it.
You knew Jason hadn’t liked that one star you had given to Pride and Prejudice. You saw in his goodreads that it was one of his favourite books and decided to watch the movie and give it a low rating just to piss him off. Surprisingly, it worked, because he talked to you after seeing your post.
And now, waiting for him to arrive at your house, you kept checking the time, fixing yourself, walking around—doing anything to calm yourself down—because you had invited a handsome man to your house without thinking it through first.
Of course you had stalked his account. It hadn’t been until recently that he had started posting pictures of himself, at first all of his posts were the cover of the exact book he had read and then photos of some phrases highlighted. The man was truly a romantic. He mostly read romance novels, but his favourites were the classics.
You couldn’t help but wonder if he had checked your account too. You posted photodumps more regularly, your account was almost your online diary, so he knew how you looked.
While you were drowned in your own thoughts, Jason had arrived at your building. It was a funny coincidence that you lived in the building right across from Jason’s, and somehow you hadn’t known about each other’s existence until you decided to appear in his comments section.
Jason swallowed hard before knocking on your door. You opened it, with your hands shaking and your heart pounding aggressively on your chest. Jason was tall—way taller than you had imagined—and he looked like he had come straight out of Fight Club. His leather jacket, a worn black cotton t-shirt, and dark jeans were a very simple outfit—but combined with his piercing greenish-blue eyes, a fading bruise near his right eye, and a white streak on his hair? That man was breathtaking.
From Jason’s point of view you were a sight too. He had seen your posts, he knew how you looked, but in person you had a magnetic energy that no one could ignore. The only reason for him accepting your proposal, of coming to your house to watch a film, was because he found you attractive. He saw the opportunity, took it and he didn’t regret anything.
“Hi,” he said.
His voice woke you up from your trance. You moved to the side, letting him into your apartment.
“I’m Jason, I thought we should introduce each other properly. You have a nice house by the way.” He looked around, scanning your living room and kitchen with detail, like he wanted to find something. “You have a lot of movie posters.”
“Ah! yes. If you ask the correct people that work in the cinema they give one to you for free,” you explained, guiding Jason to your living room.
The movie was already paused on your TV, ready to be watched. Two bowls filled with buttered popcorn sat on the tea table, one for Jason and the other one for you. Once you were settled in the sofa you pressed play.
You couldn’t deny that the first few minutes of the movie were awkward. Jason sat rigid on one end of the couch, looking attentively to the TV, paying attention to everything that happened in the movie. You, on the other hand, kept drifting your gaze from the movie to Jason, to see his reaction, to make sure he liked it.
And when the scene of the party came, you whispered: “Now look at Knox, poor boy, he didn’t do anything wrong.”
Jason looked at you, smirked, and then turned his attention back to the film. “Well yes, but he still kissed her, and she has a boyfriend,” Jason remarked.
“He kissed her on the head,” you defended.
“Still, that’s not cool and she’s unconscious, I would’ve reacted the same way Chet did.”
And that started a friendly discussion between the two of you. You never stopped talking since then, commenting on everything about the movie, Jason criticizing it—just to see your offended expression—and you refuting everything he said, like you were the director herself. And when the movie ended, you kept talking and talking, until it was past midnight and Jason got a message from someone and told you he had to leave.
“It’s not a three star story,” you insisted, walking Jason to the front door of your house.
“Four stars,” he rated. You opened your mouth offended.
“Four and a half,” You suggested.
“I think I’ll have to watch it again to see if you’re right,” he smirked, walking out of your apartment. “Thanks for the date, it was nice.”
“It was not…” But Jason had left before he could hear what you had said.
It might not have been a date, but you had enjoyed Jason’s company, and something inside of you told you that you were going to see each other again, very soon.
six months later
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Sorry I haven't posted in a while, I've been re-reading Pride and Prejudice with my girlfriend, and she's a slow reader, but it was fun to see her reaction to everything that happens in the book.
You guys already know this is my favorite book and my review has been up on Goodreads for a while, but you guys have my review of the movie in letterboxd, if you would like to read it.
comments:
user1 HES GOT A GIRLFRIEND
user2 I'm the girlfriend guys chill
user3 his girlfriend just won in life
yourusername I'm not a slow reader????? classics are hard ♥︎ liked by the author
⤷ j.todd whatever you say doll
⤷ user4 THEY'RE TOGETHER
⤷ user5 MY PARENTS ARE BACK TOGETHER
⤷ user6 this means they're now officially dating right?
⤷ user7 the ship became reality
⤷ user8 war is over
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Yes, Pride and Prejudice did not deserve that 1, I'm sorry. My annoying boyfriend insisted on updating my letterbox review and on writing one in Goodreads about the book, so I forced him to download letterboxd, and he has written his very first review there!!
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comments:
user1 the hardlaunch is crazy
user2 they both posted the same quote 😭
user3 they're perfect
user4 which book will be your next review about?
⤷ yourusername none 😊
user5 do we get an invitation to the wedding for introducing you to each other thanks to our ship??
j.todd ❤️
⤷ yourusername don't ❤️ me, you told me you weren't coming with me to the cinema this Friday
⤷ j.todd I promise I'll make it up to you ♥︎ liked by the author
⤷ yourusername good boy
⤷ user6 he's obsessed with her
clark kent who can't fuck you in doggy because he keeps leaning down to kiss you. just can't help it, he needs to feel your whimpers as he bullies that thick cock deep in your core. he needs to feel you squeal into his lips as his palm presses onto your lower abdomen, where the tip of his cock nudges into that sickly good, gummy spot of your hot, warm walls.
there's a compromise he settles with — pulling you against him as he lays on his side. parting your thighs that much wider with his sheer width, tangled around his limbs as he finds purchase around the soft fat of your skin. that same, dull arousal paralyses you when he realigns his slick, reddened tip back into your entrance.
though you aren't sure if the change in position was for your or his benefit. especially now as clark's stuttered, desperate, needy grunts warm your tongue at every snap of his hips.
Asking him if he still loves you while he's balls deep in a post-orgasm bliss and he just groans and goes "christ, I bought a ring last week" and that's how you find out he was planning to propose 👍
Warnings-✩HardDom!Toji ✩ Sadist!Toji ✩ gunplay ✩ sensory deprivation ✩ humiliation ✩ sensory overload ✩ clit play ✩ creampie ✩ choking ✩ fear play ✩ pet names(angel, princess, baby) ✩ bondage ✩ degradation ✩ praise kink ✩ rough sex ✩ dacryphilia ✩ sadism ✩ biting ✩ cervix kissing ✩ dead dove do not eat!!✩
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A/n- Toji's so fucking mean and I love it.(˶´ཀ`˶)
Flowing through the air is the faint scent of cigarettes woven with the sweet aroma of sex. Through the cushioned blindfold, all you can see is an absorbing darkness. Your senses are so sharp it's like if you wanted to, you could hear everything going on outside. Every smell, touch, sound, or motion hits way harder than before
Your fingers feel a bit tingly. Your arms are bound together and tied firmly to your headboard. Any slight movement puts an annoying strain on your shoulders. Your legs are spread, each ankle tied to the edge of your bed frame.
Toji’s already put you through the wringer for hours, and now, he wants to play a game.
“You can’t be mad once we start. Don’t forget you started it, princess.”
Those words are stuck ringing in your head. He’s only vague like that when he’s planning something asinine. You said yes without even asking what game it is. Your body is so exhausted, but you just can’t say no when it comes to him.
He’s insane but damn…
Anything you do with him is exhilarating.
Your heart is pulsing just thinking about it. Pounding so fast it can't keep up with your mind. Without a word, you feel his body heat hit your inner thighs as he crawls onto the bed. As soon as you sense he’s stopped, you hear the sharp and abrupt click of metal.
“T-Toji??”
It's as if your call falls on deaf ears. You can’t see a thing, but you can just feel that soul-penetrating gaze of his. Analyzing you as your mind races, not knowing his next move. He just adores the way you bend for him no matter what.
That captivating look of a lust-filled anxiety is exactly what he’s looking for.
He starts to trail a cold and heavy steel object down your belly. You jerk at the sudden feeling. “What the hell is that?!” You say breathlessly.
“Don’t worry, princess, I won’t do anything to hurt you.” You can hear his lips part with a smile.
“On purpose…”
That one phrase sends a shiver down your spine, paired with a strong heat to your sweet spot. You don’t know whether you want to panic or fuck him like you’ve gone crazy. Either way, this foretaste is strangely…. Enticing.
He’s hovering over you. You can feel the heavy heat from his body looming over you as he draws his lips to your ear. He bites the tip of your ear as he presses the cold object against the temple of your head. Your chest feels cramped from the anticipation.
Immediately, the cutting and all too familiar sound of a revolver spinning hits your ears, vibrating against the side of your head. You let out an inaudible gasp. A seething wave of adrenaline and utter shock slaps you. Before you can even speak, you hear a final click from the gun.
“You wanna go first or should I?”
“I-I don’t even know what the fuck– Nghh!”
Suddenly, he starts rubbing the leaking tip of his cock against your sensitive clit. Your hips buck instantly. Every little motion feels sensually vast. Like intense strokes of pleasure.
“We’re playing Russian Roulette, baby. You know I'm trigger-happy.”
Your eyes widen under the blindfold, and you start panting. In spite of that, you let out a humorless chuckle. “You’re fucking crazy.” Hundreds of thoughts sprint through your head. On the outside, you’re absolutely scared and rightfully so; this man is unpredictable.
Except…
That “fear” is only a fraction of what you're truly feeling. Your mind and body are being heavily overtrumped by a deviating sense of desire.
A feeling so tense it's well-nigh paralyzing..
“Oh, Princess. I wouldn’t be talking like that if I were you.” He scoffs and presses the barrel of the gun further against your head.
“I'm crazy, but I'm not a fucking idiot.” He scoffs.
“Chance is one in six. Let's test our luck.”
You hear his finger rest on the lever. Instinctively, you hold your breath and every muscle in your body tenses up. The silence that fills the air is more than deafening. This hesitation is agonizing. Your breath is quickening as the seconds pass. You cinch your eyes shut reflexively.
“JUST FUCKING–”
Before you can finish, he pulls the trigger and slams his rigid and throbbing cock deep into you. So deep you can feel his tip twitching against your cervix. Your pussy immediately clenches around him. “Haa–!” The air catches in your throat, and you jerk. You can hear the hollow echoes of an empty click bounce off the walls.
You let out a shaky breath of pure relief. Now more than ever, your mind is completely in disarray. Your heart is beating faster and faster with every passionate pound from Toji’s cock. Sliding against your slick and warm walls rapidly. Every sensation is so overwhelmingly amazing. Your muscles are trembling, and your senses are so strong it's almost surreal.
You can’t explain it, but you're feeling pure ecstasy.
“Woow, Lucky girl.”
He is so arrogantly sarcastic. It's like he’s trying to mess with your head. Well, you know he is. And it feels so fucking good. You can just feel yourself falling into his hands.
He pulls the gun away from your head, and you can hear him place it against his. Without hesitation, he presses the trigger. You gasp instinctively at the sound. Then… nothing. It was an empty click. Your body relaxes and your head slumps in relief. He scoffs and drops the gun next to your thigh.
“Don’t be so relieved. I want you shaking before the next time I pick up that gun.”
He grabs your hips and starts ramming his cock into your clenching pussy. Hard and Hot. Loud moans and begging for more break out of you and land on his ears like a raunchy symphony.
“Beg harder for me, Princess. I can’t tell if you really mean it.”
His voice sounds so calm and tender. It’s so terribly forced. You know all he means is “All that whining is just gonna get you fucked harder.” And that's all you want.
The sharp, rushed sound of his hips slapping against yours fills the room. A wet, unforgiving rhythm that makes your head roll back. Tears drip down your cheek from the sides of the blindfold. A small, sadistic laugh escapes him.
He cups your jaw and tilts your head as he dives into the crook of your neck. Licking and biting you like he’s gone mad. Every relentless stroke mixed with the faint sting from his bites makes your body shudder with pleasure. Your mind is going completely numb.
Your fingers and toes curl and twitch reflexively. You're grabbing at the air at the point. He moves his hand down to your neck, squeezing it as he pulls away. Your moans turn into weak gasps once his grip tightens.
“I just can't help myself when you look so fucking desperate.”
For such harsh and selfish words, they only add to the sheer amount of euphoria you feel.
His cock throbs harder the tighter your pussy clenches. You can even feel the thick veins on his cock pulsing as it slides up your glossy walls. His tip is kissing your bobbing cervix swiftly. Your entire body is burning with pleasure; you feel like you’re melting.
“T-Toji…So– Fucking…”
“You gotta speak up, baby, the neighbors can’t hear you yet.”
With your words misplaced and slurred, the last ounce of whatever control you have breaks out of you as your hips buck violently against his pulsing cock. The rhythm of his strokes is getting messy. Arousal and cum leak out under you with each rapidly disordered thrust.
The pace of cock slackens. But he doesn’t stop. He’s just sliding it in and out so slowly it's almost torturous. You’re shaking and twitching regardless.
Just like he wanted.
You can’t even catch your breath before he places the cold tip of the revolver back on your stomach, slowly sliding it down. He stops once it gets to your sweet spot. He circles the edge of the barrel on your clit. “Wait– Mnghh…” You start grinding your hips against it mindlessly. You shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as you are.
“Your turn.”
He’s trying to taunt you. But now the only thing going through your head is “One-in-six chance,” over and over. Not like you're terrified, though. No… It’s as if you're gambling.
The adrenaline coursing through your veins feels so cold and tingly. It feels so good. All of this is addicting.
An involuntary smirk breaks across your face and a sly chuckle escapes you. He pauses.
“You called me crazy? You’re fucking sick.”
He’s talking as if that’s ever a problem when it comes to him. He wanted to ruin you so badly, and he did exactly that. He can’t be shocked now.
“A little fear turned you into the sluttiest thing I've ever seen. You’re perfect.”
He presses the barrel further onto your throbbing clit and circles it faster. How good it feels is almost regrettable. Your hips are grinding against the barrel violently. Toji’s making you beg with your body. You’re already past the point of relaxing.
Finally, the rhythm of his strokes speeds up again. You can hear the sound of your pussy sucking him in and out. Every sensation, to your clit especially, feels like a feverish wave. A feeling of physical ecstasy so addicting you hope never goes away.
And just as you cum again, he pulls the trigger. Your muscles lock instantly as your body jerks back. The reassuring sound of an empty click pulls you back to reality. “Fuck…” You sigh deeply, and the tightening in your chest fades. You were so far gone; the thought of this stupidly thrilling “game” slipped your mind completely.
Out of nowhere, Toji starts untying one of your hands. Once it's free, he places the gun in your palm. It's a bit lighter than you thought.
“You look like you were having so much fun, baby. How bout’ you take a shot?”
He slides the blindfold off your head. Your eyes flutter as they struggle to adjust to this new hit of light. Your vision floats around the room as the haze clears. Once your eyes focus, you raise the gun slightly, and you notice something...Odd to say the least. You narrow your eyes and tilt your head.
You can see straight through every glinting chamber of the gun.
There were never any fucking bullets.
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toji making out with his shy girlfriend for the first time ⋆. 𐙚 ˚
you and toji have been dating for a couple of months, and he knew how shy you were (and how much of a virgin you were.). toji was your first everything other than dating.
today toji had came over to hang out with you, cuddling you on the couch while a movie played in the background. his arm was around you as he pulled you closer to his side, keeping you next to him.
your face became flushed as the movie played a slightly erotic scene, making you feel embarrassed. toji noticed your flustered face and squeezed your shoulder.
"what's wrong, baby? you okay?" he asked, which you just gave him a nod, but the scene caused you to start daydreaming about toji doing the same to you.
your thighs pressed together as he started to catch on, seeing you this way was a brand new sight.
"tell me what's wrong." he said, pausing the movie.
"nothing.." you mumbled, keeping your head low.
"you wanna try what they're doing, hm? you want me to kiss you, baby?" you nodded and let him pull you onto his lap, his lips pressing against yours.
toji's mouth moved gently as his tongue prodded at your lips, making them part and his tongue sliding inside. "what a good girl." he hummed, his hands landing on your hips.
his hands squeezed the plush flesh under his palms as he groaned into the kiss, his tongue prodding deeper into your mouth, swiping against your tongue.
you let him have control of the kiss as your hands went to his chest, keeping you steady. his lips continued to move against yours until he pulled away, letting you catch your breath.
toji making out with his shy girlfriend for the first time ⋆. 𐙚 ˚
you and toji have been dating for a couple of months, and he knew how shy you were (and how much of a virgin you were.). toji was your first everything other than dating.
today toji had came over to hang out with you, cuddling you on the couch while a movie played in the background. his arm was around you as he pulled you closer to his side, keeping you next to him.
your face became flushed as the movie played a slightly erotic scene, making you feel embarrassed. toji noticed your flustered face and squeezed your shoulder.
"what's wrong, baby? you okay?" he asked, which you just gave him a nod, but the scene caused you to start daydreaming about toji doing the same to you.
your thighs pressed together as he started to catch on, seeing you this way was a brand new sight.
"tell me what's wrong." he said, pausing the movie.
"nothing.." you mumbled, keeping your head low.
"you wanna try what they're doing, hm? you want me to kiss you, baby?" you nodded and let him pull you onto his lap, his lips pressing against yours.
toji's mouth moved gently as his tongue prodded at your lips, making them part and his tongue sliding inside. "what a good girl." he hummed, his hands landing on your hips.
his hands squeezed the plush flesh under his palms as he groaned into the kiss, his tongue prodding deeper into your mouth, swiping against your tongue.
you let him have control of the kiss as your hands went to his chest, keeping you steady. his lips continued to move against yours until he pulled away, letting you catch your breath.
⭑ 𓂃 18+ | dick grayson getting cucked by wally west.
#drabble.ᐟ ⸝⸝ cuck!dick grayson ⸝⸝ bull!wally west ⸝⸝ teasing&dirty talk ⸝⸝ p in v ⸝⸝ MDNI ! art by robin-vb
✦ masterlist ╱ dc masterlist 𓏼 ͜͜
the apartment was completely isolated from the distant city noise, the air’s heavy and thick with the sharp tang of sweat, slick arousal, and that heady musk of sex.
the bed dipped under all three of you, sheets already twisted and damp. dick was right there on the edge of the mattress, back propped against the headboard, legs spread as he stroked his hard cock slow and tight in his fist. his jeans were shoved down his thighs, shirt open, eyes locked on the sight in front of him with that intense focus mixed with a hungry—no, starved ache.
you’d known dick was a cuck. it wasn’t exactly a secret—he’d mention it, sometimes. toss in a joke about a threesome. a joke about you fucking wally. he was practically asking for it at that point. and who were you to deny your boyfriend his sexual fantasies?
you were flat on your back, legs wrapped high around wally’s waist as the speedy bastard fucked you deep and steady. his freckled back flexed and glistened with sweat—as well as a few fresh scratches. red hair messy and sticking to his forehead, cock plunging into your soaked cunt with wet, filthy slaps. every thrust made your tits bounce, your pussy clenching greedily around his thick length, juices coating him and dripping down to the sheets.
“fuck,” wally groaned, that cocky grin flashing as he rolled his hips harder, one hand gripping your thigh to spread you wider. his voice was all casual heat and teasing. “your pussy’s so fucking tight and wet, sucking me in like it doesn’t wanna let go. you always get this sloppy when dickie’s watching?” he glanced over at dick with a playful smirk, still pounding into you. “hey dickie, you good over there? looking pretty worked up, man.”
dick let out a low, breathy chuckle that was soon followed by a filthy groan, his fist pumping a little faster, pre-cum slicking every stroke as he watched wally’s cock disappear into your cunt again and again. “yeah, walls, i’m good,” he said, voice smooth with that easy grayson charm even through the strain of trying not to blow his load then and there. “just enjoying the view. you’re really laying into her. keep making her sound like that.” his free hand gripped the sheets, eyes flicking to you with heat and care. “you okay, baby? enjoying this?”
you moaned loud, arching up into wally’s thrusts, one hand reaching to grip dick’s thigh right next to you. the feel of his warm skin under your fingers while another man’s cock filled you made everything that much hotter. “oh god, yeah… wally’s cock is so deep, dick,” you gasped, voice teasing and breathy as you looked right at him. “he’s fucking me so good. you like being my little cuck, huh? sitting there touching yourself while he ruins me? look how hard you are… it’s turning you on so much, isn’t it?”
wally laughed bright and quick, leaning down to suck a hot mark onto your neck while he kept thrusting, balls slapping against you with every deep push. “damn, hear that? your girl’s got a mouth on her tonight.” he sped up just a bit, enough to make your toes curl and your cunt pulse around him, the slick sounds louder, your moans mixing with the creak of the bed. “c’mon gorgeous, tell him more. tell your cuck boyfriend how my cock’s hitting spots his can’t reach.” wally’s smirk was downright filthy when he looked up at dick, his face just as flushed but his dignity still intact. dick couldn’t say as much.
dick’s breath hitched hard, his hand moving quicker on his leaking cock, cheeks flushed but that wry smile still there as he bit into his bottom lip. the teasing words hit him like sparks, making him throb visibly in his grip. “fuck… yeah,” he murmured, voice rough but warm, eyes dark with want as he watched. “tease me all you want. you look so fucking hot like this, taking him.”
you grinned through another moan, nails digging into dick’s thigh as wally hit that perfect spot again, making your walls flutter. “that’s right, baby… watch him fuck me. you love this, don’t you? getting harder every time i say it. stroke faster for me, dick. show me how much you like sharing.”
“that’s my girl,” wally teased, obliging with deeper, filthier strokes, sweat dripping from his chest onto your skin. “hang on tight, princess. we’re just getting started, and dickie’s got front row seats.”
the room was pure heat—skin slapping wetly, heavy breathing, the scent of all three of you tangled together. dick stayed right there on the bed, close enough to touch, stroking himself raw while watching and listening, that jealous ache mixing with pure filthy want in the best kind of clusterfuck. literally.
clark "slow, deep breaths" kent who has to repeatedly remind you of a function you should otherwise have complete, unconscious control over. though when he's got his cock in you like this, that's not so much of a given.
it's as if your brain short circuits when he's inside you, wires detaching in your mind that made the task of breathing something difficult.
clark's got you caged in at the foot of the bed, arms, legs, all his limbs encompassing you like he didn't want to let you up. you're most malleable under him, body voluntarily limp as you allow him to contort you as he pleases.
your nails rake his back, streaks of pink following the trails of each erratic hand movement you make. he has no reaction to the marks you draw, nor can you see them being pinned under his weight, though you can only assume them to look like thick red chemtrails.
his cock repeats that same carefully precise drilling motion, that very same motion he's yet to curtail from. it's become almost relentless, the rhythm close to breaking you, rather than the other way around. it turns your body to mush and brain into a tizzy as he fucks you through another orgasm.
your thighs shudder around the lowers of his hips, an incessant twitching forming like you, yourself, hand no control over it. your stomach trembles with your climax, chest jittering as if to cope with the wild intakes of air you struggle to fully inhale.
your head tips back and you cry out a pathetically lewd string of, "fuck,"s.
though with you seemingly teetering into something almost soul-engulfing like you are, it doesn't make him stop. he proceeds, cock dragging out and pushing into you just like it was before you let go around his dick — before your cunt fluttered and convulsed around him with your climax a moment ago.
with your throat exposed like it is, he lowers, lips pressing under your chin as he kisses and nibbles at it. he smiles against your chin, act amused by your bodily response to him.
"I know," he coos, dimpled grin almost juxtaposing his tone. "deep breaths," he instructs, hand reaching to the side of your head. "slow, deep breaths, baby," he repeats, guiding you into something calm all while doing the complete, polar opposite with his cock.
clark vowing to be of free use…. no matter the time or day, whether he was sleeping, busy, eating, tired or wide awake, he lets you have free playtime whenever you pleased to mess with his dick, to pull and yank on it, drool on it, slide yourself on it. sometimes to test him and mess with him when he works from home you absolutely take advantage of his vow, having him whimpering in his swivel chair while he responds to emails while you spank his cock and fool around with it like you’re playing helicopter. he takes it all like a good, obedient boy, cumming when you want him to, getting hard when you demand him to. he’s completely at the mercy of his lady and his dick might as well have her name scrawled on it
summary: in which the Justice League notice that Batman is infatuated with Bruce Wayne’s wife, and need to help him get over her (impossible)
pairing: husband!bruce wayne/batman x wife!reader
warnings: none? maybe mentions of slight violence. fluff.
a/n: inspired by this fic by @ilianasbruce
dividers by: @saradika-graphics and @cafekitsune
MASTERLIST part two!
it started when batman and superman were at the watchtower together.
they were doing their own work silently, at opposite ends of the table.
superman was pretending that he wasn’t secretly writing an article for the daily planet that was due within the week (that he had completely forgotten about), and batman was pretending that he wasn’t secretly texting his wife under the table.
bruce: how is the opera, my love? i’m sorry i couldn’t be there, the league has demands.
a lie. he just had a headache earlier and felt like jumping out of a window at the thought of having to put on a smile for the folk and sit through an opera. he did feel guilty about you being on your own, though.
you: it’s alright. i actually know some people here, and they aren’t all bad, bruce.
bruce: you say that now, but wait until they each give you a rundown on each car in their garage.
you: like how you give me a rundown on each gadget you come up with in the batcave?
bruce: that’s different.
you: of course it is. i actually like listening to you.
the familiar ‘ping!’ of one of batman’s gadgets interrupted the silence.
superman looked up, eager to be doing something other than whatever paper in front of him that he wasn’t even focusing on.
“what is that?” his words came out immediately, and before batman could answer, he was speaking again. “robbery? alien invasion?”
“Poison Ivy in Gotham.” Batman is already standing, beginning his exit of the watchtower. Superman follows him.
“Can I come? Please?”
Batman turns, looking at him. “What?”
“It’s boring in here!” Superman gestures around. “And if I’m on my own it’ll be even more boring. C’mon, Batman, I can help you.”
Batman considers it for a moment before sighing. “Fine. But we’re going in the Batmobile.”
“But I can-“
“You are not flying me there, Superman.”
A few minutes later, they’re in the opera hall. Ivy seems to have taken over the stage, giving a speech on ways for the average person to decrease their carbon footprint.
Batman can see a few different people caught between her weeds. Long, thick plants have people in their grip. He scans the room quickly for you, breathing a silent sigh of relief when he sees that you are not captured, but instead just huddled in the corner with a group of others.
Superman doesn’t notice the way that Batman isn’t looking at Ivy, and begins his attack. Batman quickly follows. After a swift battle (turns out having Superman as an ally cuts down on battle time), Ivy is restrained and authorities arrive. The two start on recovering civilians before they both encounter you.
You’re comforting one of the women that was tangled in the weeds. You’re sitting beside her, nodding as she talked. You recognise the familiar pair of boots coming from the side of you. Your head lifts up slightly as you catch sight of the two men.
“Are you alright, Mrs. Wayne?” Superman speaks first, the familiar concern he has for everyone clear in his voice and expression. He recognises you from articles, and he’s heard enough from Cat Grant at the Daily Planet to know you’re married to Bruce Wayne.
“Yes, I’m fine,” you answer with a small smile. Your eyes move to Batman. “Thank you.”
Superman gives Batman a side glance as he hears Batmans heart skip a beat when you smile at him. He tries to not to make his suspicion obvious. However, he turns a little when he hears that Batmans heartbeat is now quicker than it had been five minutes ago.
However, nothing on Batmans mostly covered face gave away any feelings. He just nodded and said a quick: “Stay safe, ma’am.”
And Superman didn’t bring it up again. Perhaps it was just a coincidence. A heart skip doesn’t always mean feelings of infatuation, right?
The second time is with Flash and Green Lantern.
Batman is a stark contrast to the pair. Barry and Hal are close friends, and joke around when put together. Bruce will sigh, and tell them to be quiet, and then Barry tries to be serious, but Hal will mutter a sarcastic comment that makes him start laughing again and the cycle repeats.
So Batman is already tense from working with the two.
They’re investigating a case together, and encounter you somehow. (sorry that’s so vague i literally cannot think of a specific scenario here to save my life)
Flash asks you a few questions if you’ve seen or heard anything suspicious, and you shake your head and answer. Barry notices Batmans shoulders softening a little beside him.
It isn’t hugely noticeable, but Barry senses it. Batmans shoulders loose some of their tension as he talks to you, this civilian. And when Hal opens his mouth to make an implying comment, he tenses right back up again.
Barry’s eyes narrow. It isn’t often that the Bat actually feels emotions, so when he does, his friends take an interest.
On the way back, Barry nudges Hal.
“Hey, you notice the way Bats was acting around that woman earlier?” He whispers so the third man in front of them doesn’t hear.
“You mean that really hot one? Who wouldn’t act like that around her? Did you see her, Bar?”
Barry gives him a look, “yeah, but this is Batman. Brooding, stays-in-the-shadows, feels-nothing-but-rage-24/7, Batman.”
Hal ponders before shrugging. “I don’t know, maybe Spooky’s changed. Never underestimate the power of a beautiful woman, Barry.”
Barry thinks. “She looked kinda familiar, didn’t she? I can’t think of where I’ve seen her before.”
And when they see that the familiar face they were talking to was Bruce Wayne’s wife, they give each other an alarmed look before looking at Batman from across the room.
The third time was with Oliver goddamn Queen.
A charity gala. Bruce couldn’t go because he had intel that Scarecrow was planning on infiltrating the building while everyone was distracted, something about wanting to ‘test out a new gas’, and he had to be on watch as Batman for the evening.
You, however, decided to go. You had a nice dress and were getting close to some of the women there your age. It was nice to not be a total stranger in the room anymore.
So, as you filtered around the room, you met Oliver Queen. He sometimes teases Bruce on purpose by asking for a dance with you at other galas, but without Bruce he was simply a friend to enjoy a chat with.
When Scarecrow did burst in, you actually had been dancing with Oliver. A friendly turn around the room like the others were doing. By the time Batman had taken him down, and everyone emerged from the corners or hidden rooms, Oliver checked to see if you were okay. Lord knows Bruce would probably blame him if anything happened to you.
You were fine, thank God. Oliver’s sentence was interrupted by the Bat himself.
“Was anybody harmed?” the gruff voice asked, his gaze trying not to linger on you for too long.
“I don’t think so,” you replied. Oliver looked at Batman with a certain questioning that nobody seemed to notice.
“Good.” Batman was silent for a moment before speaking again. “Perhaps you all should start making your ways home. Scarecrow might return, or someone worse.”
You don’t miss a beat. “It’s a good thing we have someone like you to protect us, Batman.”
“Only a fool wouldn’t protect you, ma’am.”
Oliver blinked. Is Batman . . . flirting? With a married woman? Also, was that sentence a sneaky diss on him?
and Oliver could’ve sworn on his entire fortune that Batman’s lips were almost in a grin during his next sentence.
“Your husband is probably waiting on you, Mrs. Wayne.”
Oliver raised his eyebrows at your response. You laughed a little under your breath before speaking, “probably. I wouldn’t want to keep him up.”
Oliver looks between you and Batman. Perhaps he’s imagining things. You turn to him as if you’ve just remembered that he’s still there.
“Oliver, you have a safe way home, right?”
“Yeah, I’ll call my driver.”
He doesn’t bring it up the next time he sees Batman as Green Arrow. Batman doesn’t speak of it either. But his eyes narrow a little at the Bats whenever Bruce Wayne or his wife is mentioned.
Eventually, it comes up in conversation when Batman isn’t there.
They’re in the common room, and Diana is flipping through the newspaper. She’s on a page that features a picture of you at the latest event with a description of your outfit beside it. Beside her, Hal recognises you.
“Hey, Flash,” he begins, stabbing the page with his finger. “Isn’t that who we were talking to a couple days earlier?”
Barry is behind the couch in a second, nodding. “Yeah, we asked her a couple questions with Batman.” He looks up a takes a quick glance to see if anyone’s expression changes. “He seemed . . . different around her.”
Clark closes the book in his hand with a loud snap, looking at the three on the couch.
“You’ve noticed too?”
Hal laughs, “that Bats has the hots for a married woman? Yeah.”
Diana frowns a little. “That is unlike Batman. He’s known for his self-restraint. It doesn’t seem likely he would harbour a liking for someone else’s wife, especially Bruce Wayne’s. Doesn’t Wayne sponsor him or something?”
Oliver joins in. “Wonder Woman, you haven’t seen him with her. I mean, it was only a few seconds but he was a totally different person.”
“How so?” Diana asked curiously.
“He . . . relaxed a little.”
She raised her eyebrows. Barry cut in.
“Wonder, you need to see it to understand it. It’s like no one else even enters his mind when he’s looking at her. I think everything else sorta faded away, you know?”
“Like in those rom-coms I’ve been shown?” She suggests.
“Yeah!”
Clark thinks for a moment, wondering what to do to help his obviously hopeless friend. How do you break the news to an emotionally constipated Bat that he has to squash his feelings before anything terrible happens?
So, they organise an intervention. A very unorganised organised intervention.
Your name gets mentioned during a briefing. About how you could be potential target for a kidnapping due to your status.
Hal’s mouth works quicker than his mind.
“What about Bruce Wayne?”
“What about Bruce Wayne?” Batman asks in his low voice, his back still turned to the team.
“Just saying, he’s probably a potential target too, right?” Green Lantern points out. “He’s her husband, after all.”
Batman turns. They all seem to be looking for his reaction.
“Right, I was just getting to that.” He says stiffly. “So I think until Joker is tracked down again, a pair of eyes should be on them. Since Gotham is my city, I can-“
“Ohhhh, hold on,” Flash says, leaning forward. “Central City has been very quiet lately, so I’m free too.”
Wonder Woman joins in. “I’m interested too. I think the more people, the quicker we could get this done.”
Batman blinks. “Why the sudden interest in Gotham from you two?”
They both shrug, mumbling incoherent words that overlap each other. Something about “new environments” and “change of pace”.
Green Arrow smirks. “I wouldn’t mind accompanying. (Name) and her husband should get all the protection they can get.”
Batman isn’t showing it, but he’s confused. Less members have volunteered themselves for prison breaks. Why are three other members wanting to go to Gotham for an unconfirmed threat? And why do they keep looking at him like that?
“Yes,” Superman clears his throat. “Mrs (Name) is a kind woman who shouldn’t be in danger. And Bruce Wayne is similar in nature. He is valuable to Gotham City.”
Batman prepared his disliking-Bruce-Wayne act with practised ease. “Bruce Wayne is a spoiled idiot.”
“Of course you think that.” Green Lantern mutters with a smug smirk. Flash nudges him.
“What do you mean?” Batman asks, and Hal practically explodes.
“We know you’re attracted to (Name) Wayne!” He says, making Barry cover his eyes with his hands. Not how the conversation was supposed to go.
“Excuse me?” Batman is -frankly- appalled. Hal grimaces, instantly reminded of who exactly he’s talking to.
“You’re, uh . . .” he splutters before quickly mumbling, “you’re in love with (name).” He gains some of his confidence, and straightens up again, “and you were about to let Bruce Wayne get kidnapped, so you could swoop in and seduce her!” He tops it all off with hand gestures of the supposed ‘swooping’.
Batmans gaze sweeps the table. Nobody meets his eye except Diana, who just seems to be staring at him for his response. A few of them have to stop themselves from laughing at the idea of Batman ‘seducing’ someone.
“And what exactly gave you that idea?”
Barry is filled with a newfound confidence. “Oh, c’mon Bats, a blind man would see how you act around her!” He smirked a little. “You went a little . . . soft.”
Green Arrow snorts. “Sometimes I think you’re only protecting Gotham because she’s in it.”
Batman thinks. Has he been that transparent? He’s always careful about his expressions and body reactions. Maybe he is getting soft. He obviously didn’t take enough care.
A fleeting image passes his mind, where he declares his love for you to the team. How could he not show you off? He would love to tell them that you were with him.
But, of course, he doesn’t do that. He just blinks.
“I am not in love with (name), that’s ridiculous.” He scoffs. “Number one, I don’t fall in love with anyone. Number two, she’s married, so I think that means she’s out of the dating pool.”
Not one face looking back at him looks convinced.
However, a cold stare and a swift change of topic ensured that nobody tries to start the conversation again.
They do, however, take a bigger interest in Gotham nowadays. Whenever a mission includes you somehow, there’s always one of them volunteering to go. They all think that distance will make sure Batman goes back to his cold and steely ways of not having a crush on anyone’s wife.
Bruce crawls under the covers with a small groan, shuffling next to you. His arms go around your warm body as he rests his face near yours. He’s desperate to soak up your warmth after being out in the cold all night.
“Long night?” you ask, your voice still quiet from sleep.
“Long day,” he responds, tucking himself into you. You keep your arms around him. “The League accused Batman of being attracted to Bruce Wayne’s wife today.”
It takes you a moment to realise what he’s talking about. You breathe out a laugh. “Is Batman not in love with me?”
Bruce grins against your skin. “He might be.” He murmurs. “Just a little, though.”
You raise your eyebrows, turning to look at Bruce. “Does Batman know I’m married? And that I’m very loyal to my husband?”
“Oh, yes,” he responded, and sits up a little. he pressed his forehead to yours. “and Batman knows that there’s nobody else on this earth that loves you more than I do.”
You smile, your fingers in his hair now. he leans closer to press his lips to yours, an action that you return. Bruce keeps himself against you for a long time. He likes falling asleep with you in his arms. He likes feeling like the protector.
It’s why he needs to sleep on the side of the bed closest to the door. It’s why he needs to know where you are each night. It’s why he needs to know you’re safe. And if your safety comes along with each League member giving him looks because they think he’s harbouring a crush for another man’s wife, then so be it.
you’d been so careful—teeth sunk into your lip, thighs clamped tight around the low buzz of your vibrator, trying not to disturb the man snoring softly beside you. the tension had been coiling so perfectly, right on the edge, when the toy gave one pathetic sputter and died.
you’d forgotten to charge it. after all, wally had been taking great care of you lately, so you didn’t needed it.
you’d lain there for five frustrating minutes, aching and unfinished, pussy still throbbing. sleep was practically impossible in this state. eventually you rolled over, cheeks burning, and gently nudged wally’s shoulder.
“walls… babe,” you whispered, voice shaky. “wake up. please?”
he stirred instantly, green eyes blinking open, messy red hair sticking up everywhere. “hmm? you okay? rogue alert? kitchen on fire?” he slurred, already halfway sitting up.
you shook your head, mortified and still desperately needy. “no, nothing like that. my uh… my vibrator died… right when i was about to … y’know. i tried to just fall back asleep but i couldn’t. can you help? with your fingers? you can move them really fast and… it feels like vibration.”
wally’s sleepy confusion melted into a slow, wicked grin that lit up his whole face. “ohhh. so my girl was secretly getting herself off next to me and didn’t invite me to the party? rude.” he rolled onto his side, propping his head on one hand. “but fine. i’ll help. though i gotta say… choosing your toy over me? i’m a little offended.”
you let out a shy laugh, face heating even more. “i just felt bad… you were sleeping so peacefully.”
“peacefully? i can sleep later,” he scoffed playfully. in a blur he had you on your back, legs spread wide, his warm body settled between them. two of his fingers—already vibrating with precise super-speed—teased up your soaked folds, making you jolt. he knew how you liked it. “baby, you’re soaked,” he laughed softly. “poor thing. left you all edged and desperate. don’t worry, i’ve got you. and i’m about to show you how much better i am than that stupid toy.”
he pushed those two fingers gently inside you, curling them perfectly while the rapid vibration hummed deep against your walls. the sensation hit instantly. your back arched with a gasp that made the corner of his lips twitch in smirk.
“can your vibrator do this, huh?” wally teased, all playful and cocky as he pumped his fingers faster, the speed making them blur. “bet it can’t hit that spot quite like i can. or change tempo on the fly.” he demonstrated by shifting the vibration pattern—slow and deep, then suddenly rapid and relentless—while his thumb found your clit and started buzzing in tight circles. “yeah? feel that? tell me, babe, has that sad little toy ever made you shake like this?”
“n-no, walls…” you whimpered, hips twitching uncontrollably under his influence, one hand fisting the sheets and the other gripping his hair. wally leaned down, kissing your stomach and grinning against your skin. “that’s what i thought. inferior technology. my fingers are warmer, faster, and they come with commentary. can your toy do this?” he added a third finger, curling all three while ramping up the speed until the vibration felt almost punishing in the best way.
“wally—fuck—” you moaned, thighs clamping around his wrist.
“exactly,” he laughed, delighted. “say my name louder so that dead vibrator can hear how outclassed it is. i’m the upgraded model, baby. unlimited stamina, precision tuning, and i actually care if you cum your brains out.”
the combination of his speed, the perfect angle, and his teasing pushed you over the edge embarrassingly fast. the orgasm slammed into you hard—shaking, overwhelming, and far better than anything the toy could’ve delivered. you cried out, back bowing off the bed as your walls fluttered wildly around his fingers.
wally kept going just long enough to draw it out, then slowed to a gentle stop, easing his fingers free and licking them clean with a satisfied hum. “victory for team speedster,” he declared proudly, crawling up to wrap you in his arms. he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, still grinning.
“better?” he asked, nuzzling your hair.
you could only nod weakly, boneless and glowing.
“anytime,” he murmured, voice warm and full of affection. “and i mean anytime. no more suffering in silence next to me. i’m faster than that dumb toy. and way more fun.”
content.ᐟ 18+, bf!wally, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), cums in his pants, praise, pet names (baby, pretty)
wally west has eaten you out plenty of times. in fact, it's his favorite hobby! he absolutely loves living in between your legs. he could never ever get tired of it, but he's been wanting to try something new for a while, spice things up.
he's working you up under his tongue with teasing kitten licks to your puffy clit, failing to hide a smirk when you whine at him. "can i- can i try something baby?" your eyebrows furrow softly at the question, looking down at him with his head leaning on your leg, flushed cheek pressed against your inner thigh.
he's rubbing your hips and giving his best pout and puppy-dog gaze. you roll your eyes, giving a small nod. it's hard to know what he's thinking— it is wally after all.
so when he presses the pad of his middle finger to your sensitive bud and starts vibrating it at a low pace, you're taken by surprise. "h-holy shit..." you breathe out, fingers flying to grip at his auburn hair.
it feels good, really good. better than any vibrator you've used. "feels good, huh?" he teases with that shit-eating grin plastered on his face. he leans into the hand on his head, his breath hitching when you tug at the strands.
when he pulls his vibrating digit away from you, you open your mouth to protest, but any complaints die in your throat as he plunges two fingers into your heat. he groans lowly at just how wet you are. he's already finding that spongy spot inside of you, curling and pressing his fingertips to hit it.
you cry out, "fuck!" and he's just staring up at you with those lovesick eyes, clearly so enamored with you and the fact that only he can make you feel like this.
"yeah, that's it..." he presses soft, reverent kisses to your inner thigh, "pretty pussy's s'wet" he relishes in the way you're fluttering tightly around his fingers, moaning his name.
"i bet no toy can do this..." he grins and moves to start sucking at your clit, trapping it around his mouth and pulsing his tongue. your hips buck up involuntarily at the pressure, but he keeps you steady. the added stimulation of his mouth is too much— a mind-numbing sensation that has you only repeating his name. wally, wally, wally. and it's like music to his ears.
"walls- fuck! waitwaitwait!" you feel your orgasm growing in your belly alarmingly quick, sneaking up on you. "shit, baby, already?" he raises his eyebrows and huffs a small, condescending chuckle. he can't exactly be talking with the way he's humping the bed underneath him, so close to spilling in his boxers.
he's speeding up the flicking of his tongue until your legs are shaking and you're mewling in pure pleasure, his fingers never faltering either. the sounds are lewd in the quiet bedroom, wet sounds of him scissoring you open and the low buzzing from his vibrations.
"there y'go..." he coos, kissing your glistening folds. "you gonna cum for me? hm?" he's teasing you, slowing his fingers down and watching you squirm, so irritated, but so needy for him.
he shuts up when you tug at his hair a little too hard, whining. "sh-" he winces, "god, okay!" he pretends to be annoyed, but he can't deny he enjoys when you boss him around. he ducks his head back down and sucks on your sensitive clit, moaning into you when you clench around his vibrating digits aggressively.
"m'cumming!" you cry, throwing your head back. your legs resting on his back shake as you gush around him, his name heavy on your tongue as your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave.
he finger-fucks you through your climax, until you start to shake from overstimulation. "s'too much- walls-" you pant.
"i know, pretty" he moves up from your core, slipping his fingers out with a squelch and shamelessly bringing them to his mouth, licking them clean, and god if that doesn't get you even more wet.
he moves on top of you to bring you into a deep kiss, his hands cradling your head. his precious girl.
you can taste yourself on his tongue, and you feel even more dizzy in your post-orgasm state. but you snap out of your daze pretty quickly when you feel the warm and wet sensation against your thigh, right where his crotch is.
wally's grinning at you boyishly, the wet patch on the front of his sweats painfully obvious. "you're jus' too good, baby" he whispers, so smug knowing he's ruined any other guy for you.
black smoke seeped through the oven and the machine beeped dramatically. You rushed over to switch it off, coughing as the smoke weaved through your lungs.
The chicken was ruined, making you stare at it for a minute.
Completely burnt.
You almost laughed, as the smoke still curled lazily toward the ceiling.
Almost.
Because after everything that had gone wrong tonight, the blackened chicken felt less like a disaster and more like an insult.
The candles had melted hours ago. The flowers were beginning to droop. The fancy dress you'd put on at six o'clock had been exchanged for sweatpants sometime around nine.
And Simon still wasn't home.
No text, no call, nothing. As if he had totally forgotten about you.
You checked your phone again, 11:47 PM. " where are you simon..." you mumbled to yourself.
An unsettling ache settled in your chest and.....disappointment. Not because he late, not because he'd missed dinner but because the day meant something to you.
And now it was over.
You sank into one of the dining room chairs, staring at the untouched plates sitting across the room. Waiting, just like the plates were.
A lump formed in your throat. You grabbed a napkin and scribbled a note.
Three words.
Maybe next year.
You left it beside his plate and went to bed, still clutching your phone in one hand. just in case.
Simon got home at 3:16 in the morning. His shoulders slumped with something more than tiredness. his stomach sank the moment he entered the apartment.
The mission had gone sideways. Communication had gone down. His phone had died. All of them excuses.
Because none of them changed the fact that he'd missed it, again.
Simon made his way to kitchen but stopped right in his tracks. he stared at the set dining table, the candles which were now reduced pools of wax, the faint smell of something burnt and a note.
"Christ", he whispered to himself. Something twisted painfully in his chest as he picked up the note.
Read it once.
Then again.
Maybe next year.
The disappointment hurt worse than he could imagine. He let you down, and he hated himself for that.
Simon lowered himself into the chair opposite the empty one. The chair that should've been his. The chair you'd probably stared at all evening.
Waiting.
The realization made him feel sick as his eyes drifted toward the kitchen. The burnt food, the dishes, the effort. Every little detail you'd spent hours preparing.
For him. And he'd never shown up.
A sharp ache settled behind his ribs, the familiar kind. Guilt.
You blinked awake as bedroom door creaked. For a moment you thought you'd imagined the sound. Then you saw simon standing awkwardly in the doorway, still wearing his gear and looking exhausted and guilty.
Relief hit first, at least he was home. Then the anger followed, as heat crept up against the back of your neck. You turned away, trying to hide the tears prickling at the corner of your eyes and pulled the blanket higher.
"I'm sorry.", Simon whispered, sounding truly sincere. And you hated that cause it made staying angry so much more harder.
"Phone died."
"Mission got extended."
"I tried.", he said finally ,voice breaking slightly.
Your throat tightened. "Do you know how many times I checked my phone tonight?", you accused him, on the brink of breaking down.
Simon didn't answer. Probably because he knew the answer didn't matter.
Eventually you sat up and the sight of him nearly stole the rest of your anger.
He looked exhausted, bruised and worn down. my poor baby. But that wasn't fair cause you were allowed to hurt too.
"I waited." ,you whispered as your voice cracked.
"I kept thinking you'd call."
"I kept making excuses for you.", you sighed.
"I know.", simon whispered.
You finally broke down, damn tears. "I just wanted one night.", you sobbed looking absolutely heart broken. Cause you were.
Simon looked like you'd hit him ,his throat bobbing up and down. Then he approached you, slowly.
Then Simon reached into one of his pockets and pulled something out with his shaky hands.
It was a small, battered envelope.
"What is that?", you sniffled, wiping your tears.
His eyes stayed fixed on it.
"The card.", he whispered.
"What card?"
"The anniversary card."
You frowned as you looked at the tattered piece of folded paper.
Simon gave a weak laugh. "I've been carrying it around for two weeks....just didn't have it in me love. I'm not as strong you think i am."
Your chest tightened as he handed it over.
The envelope was bent, creased and worn from being shoved into gear and pockets. Inside was a handwritten message, three pages long.
His arms came around to hold you in the tightest embrace ever. As if he was afraid his mistake would cost him you.
You stared at the letter and then back at him.
"You wrote three pages?", you looked at him with teary eyes.
His ears turned slightly red, "It's not the point."
A laugh escaped through your tears. Oh how you loved him.
The corner of Simon's mouth twitched at the tiny success. Then he reached over and brushed away a tear, his thumb lingered.
"I know I missed dinner.", The humour disappeared.
"And I know I ruined tonight."
"But if I get another chance, I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you."
You stared because that sounded suspiciously close to a promise and Simon Riley didn't make promises lightly.
Eventually you leaned forward and rested your forehead against his shoulder.
"i love you", he whispered as he tilted your face up and kissed away your tears.
How to take it apart and put it back together. How to turn it inside out and then right side out again. Pulling your trigger with a calloused finger.
He touches you with care, but not like he’s afraid you’ll break. No, that’s not how you touch a gun.
You touch a gun like it’s something with the power to take. Something with the power to destroy. To kill.
God knows you could kill him, wake up and realize you deserve more than he could offer. You could blow up in his face and leave him bleeding out on the floor.
He worships you with the same precision he uses to clean his gun, careful strokes with delicate touches. Just like a weapon, sometimes you need different things from him. A gentle hold and little aiming. Rough hands and a steady prop against his shoulder. Sometimes his entire body is behind every movement, thighs wide for support even when his back starts to ache with effort
Simon fucks you like a bullet.
He tears himself apart, or at least he would if you asked him too. Slowly losing his sharp edges with every ricochet as he bounces around you.
He fucks into your cunt as if you pulled a trigger, letting himself go in whatever direction you ask. Hard, slow, fast, teasing, nights when you make him do that thing with his hips.
You go at it like animals most nights, pulling that raw want out of the holster and flicking off any safety’s that get in your way.
There’s no bullet proof vest or gun case that can hide him from the most dangerous weapon of all.
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