heyy love your dc smaus (specifically how you write wally and jason lol) :-) just saw a reel where a girl pranked her boyfriend by using her own money to buy something expensive/ something she wanted. I was thinking about how the dc guys would react to their s/o pranking them like this?
I wanted to get it for you
featuring: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Wally West, Hal Jordan
warning: fluff
A/N: Thank you so much, I’m really glad you love the smaus🫶🏻 I’m always having so much fun doing these (especially writing wally’s part LMAO).
wally west who’d never used his superpowers in bed with anyone else.
it’s not that he hadn’t had sex before you, but it was the first time he was doing it with someone who knew about his secret identity, about his superspeed.
he’s working you up with his hand, fingers pressing on your clit when he goes “can i try something?” and once you show your agreement, he starts picking up the pace until he’s vibrating against you.
it takes you by surprise, even if he asked you first, the sensation like nothing you’ve felt before, similar to the feeling of using a vibrator, but with the added intimacy of having him doing it and the expertise in his movements, knowing exactly how to press against the little bundle of nerves to make you feel good.
it only lasts a few seconds when he suddenly stops, it’s enough to have you squirming under him and whining for more before he’s moving between your legs. he had fantasised about going down on you, but with his newly found skills it’s suddenly become a lot more exciting for both of you. he starts slow, kitten licks to your clit before he’s sealing his lips around it, rapidly sucking in and out, and the already mind numbing sensation only intensifies once his tongue starts vibrating against you.
he’s got you seeing stars and you already know that he’s forever ruined sex for you from eating you out alone because nothing could ever compare to this experience, and only wally west can give it to you.
he needs to have you coming at least once before getting to the real thing, and it’s not any better once he does. he’s fucking you out of your mind, you’re going crazy over the way his hips slap against yours, getting to a speed you’re sure no regular guy could reach once he starts getting desperate for more friction, and is his cock vibrating too?
he’s still not done once you’ve both come, he’ll go for several rounds, all thanks to the enhanced stamina his connection to the speedforce granted him. you’re on your sixth orgasm, begging him to at least let you rest for a few minutes, but his dick is still hard and he’s eager to keep going. you offer to suck him off, but he’s too set on making you feel good, getting off on your own pleasure and trying out his new abilities with you.
it was supposed to be a one time thing, but once you’re done you both know that you won’t experience something as good as what you did today again unless it’s with each other.
꒰ content ꒱ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Wally West, Roy Harper
JASON TODD
You’re on his back, arms and legs wrapped around him like a very determined koala.
“Sweetheart, get off me,” Jason groans, struggling to keep his balance.
“No! You’re leaving me.” You tighten your grip.
“Baby, sweetheart, listen to me,” he huffs, both hands gripping your thighs to make sure you don’t fall. “I need to get your meds so you feel better.”
“Oh, so now you think I’m crazy?”
“No—you’re sick!” he insists, finally putting you on the couch. He kneels between your legs, looking at you like you’re the bane of his existence.
“In the head?” you ask suspiciously.
“Physically, dumbass,” he says, rolling his eyes. Then he mumbles, “…Probably that too.”
“You can’t leave me when I’m most vulnerable. I’m gonna die all alone.”
He stiffens. Then with a seriousness that unnerves you, he cups your face in his hands and mutters, “Not letting that happen, yeah? You’re the only thing worth living for.”
You blink, heat crawling over your cheeks. “Oh…”
“But I need to get you medicine so you’ll feel better,” he adds quickly. “It’ll take five minutes tops. Okay?”
“I… yeah. Right. Of course.”
His shoulders slump in relief. He pulls you into his arms, one hand tangling in your hair. “I love you, you menace.”
WALLY WEST
Wally learned very quickly that super speed meant absolutely nothing against you. Not when you weaponized those pretty puppy dog eyes.
He’s zipping into his suit faster than you can speak, and yet you’re already standing in the doorway, a pout forming on your lips.
His heart shatters. It’s a simple thing to others. But to him? The fact that you always want to be with him means everything. It means you love him enough to let him see every part of you.
Including the clingy, pouty version that had your exes running the other way.
Wally, however, lives off your love, bathes in it when the world gets too fast.
“Be safe,” you whisper, tugging your blanket around your shoulders like a shield.
It’s only 7 a.m. on a Saturday. And he wants nothing more than to scoop you up and carry you back to bed.
“Always am, babe.” He grins reassuringly, running a hand through his ginger curls.
“You better be,” you mutter softly. “Need more morning cuddles. How else am I supposed to survive?”
“Aww, you need me?”
“Just your body heat and strong arms.”
He’s in front of you in a blur of red. Your eyes widen.
“You totally need me,” he whispers, lips tugging up. He’s always smiling when he’s with you. A reflex he can’t control.
You roll your eyes. “I simply miss my emotional support vibrator.”
He snickers. “Is that all I am?”
His hands tighten your blankets around you before his arms circle your waist, his breath fanning your ear.
You don’t reply. Instead, you soak in his presence and the peace that comes with it.
“I’ll be back.” He kisses the side of your head, already starting to pull away.
You lean into him, head under his chin. “Five more minutes.”
“Sweetheart…”
You look up at him with wide eyes. “Pretty please?”
He swallows. “…Yeah. Okay. Whatever you want, baby.”
DICK GRAYSON
Dick hates stakeouts. Not because they’re boring or uncomfortable. He’s been doing this long enough for it to be as easy as doing a backflip.
The problem is that he’s leaving you half asleep in bed, the rain tapping against the windows while you pretend to be okay.
“Go to sleep, angel,” he whispers.
On the other side of the comms, you shift in bed, blankets rustling through his earpiece.
“I can’t sleep without you.” In your sleepy state, a hint of a whine slips through, and it makes him want to run straight back home.
“I know, I know. I’ll try to wrap this up quickly.”
You let out a soft, tired sigh that goes straight to his heart. His jaw ticks. He needs to speedrun this stakeout.
“Stop being cute, honey.”
“How else am I supposed to get you back home?”
A hushed laugh escapes him. “You only need to say the word, and I’ll finish up here as fast as I can.”
“Come home then.”
“Working on it.”
You groan. “You hate me.”
“I could never.”
You can’t see him, no one can. But hidden behind the domino mask, his eyes soften anyway, affection written all over his face. He looks like a man completely and hopelessly gone.
“Okay. I love you, Dick,” you murmur into your phone, a tiny smile tugging at your lips.
“I love you more.”
“You know damn well this argument will never end.”
“Maybe I don’t want it to.”
ROY HARPER
The fan did nothing to help. You’re pressed up against Roy, limbs tangled together. It’s a sweltering night, the kind of heatwave the news warned about.
Roy groans, shifting slightly. He’s shirtless, the covers thrown aside. You admire him while curling back against him.
He side eyes you. “Trouble…”
“Yeah?” you mumble into his chest, the vibrations making him shiver.
“Can’t you live without cuddles for a day?” He tries wiggling away from you.
“Move away again and I’ll call Lian over too,” you say, arms going around his neck.
He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer.
“Don’t threaten me,” he warns, voice low and amused. “I’ll surrender every time.”
“Only because Lian’s the only one clingier than me,” you whisper before your lulled to sleep by the fall and rise of his chest.
Masterlist
Technically, I only promised a wally drabble if the Seahawks won…but I had to write for the others too
˚ ｡ ft. dick grayson, bruce wayne, damian wayne, barry allen, wally west and jason todd .ᐟ
lizzie’s yapping 𐙚 : English is not my first language, so there may be some grammatical errors. ( smau's version )
Dick Grayson: Waist and hips.
As long as you’re together, Dick will keep his hands on you like he might die if he doesn’t. Whenever you’re distracted, you’ll feel him slip his arms around your waist from behind, or trace your curves while you’re both lying on the couch or bed watching TV. Walking down the street, he’ll guide you through the crowd with a hand on your hips. His eyes light up and he bites his lip whenever he sees you walk. "Baby, those hips of yours are going to be the death of me," he always says with that big grin of his.
His weakness: kisses or gentle touches on his neck.
Bruce Wayne: Neck and shoulders.
They’re his favorites because those are the places where you show the most vulnerability—and he loves having that kind of control. Every time you accompany him to a gala looking so elegant and tempting in his eyes, he can’t help but notice how good your neck looks, how seductive your shoulders are. Ever since the first time a dress let him admire you like that, he started spending more money just to buy you enough of them. When he wakes you up, he presses kisses to both spots, sending a flutter through your stomach. "Good morning, sweetheart," he murmurs in that rough, sleepy voice, marking your shoulders and tasting the sensitivity of your neck. He’s obsessed.
His weakness: seeing you rise onto your tiptoes, your hand on his chest for balance, just to place a kiss on his jaw.
Damian Wayne: Hair and hands.
His hands are stained with blood, burdened with death and pain, while yours still hold innocence and purity. But he doesn’t love your hands just because they’re beautiful—he loves them because of the way you touch him. Steady, determined to give him affection even when he pushed you away so many times. "I don’t deserve to be touched by hands like yours," he often whispers as he strokes your hair. He always knew that having your head gently caressed soothed you, so he never stopped doing it. It was ironic how much peace and safety you found in the arms of a man like him.
His weakness: when you kiss his knuckles. Somehow, he feels your lips could redeem his sins.
Barry Allen: Face and eyes.
He’s always loved the honesty your eyes give off—the way they brighten whenever you talk about something that fascinates you, or how you crouch down to pet an animal that wanders up to you and then look at him with that tenderness that completely melts him. He loves your face in general. It’s not exactly hard to notice, since he often holds your face in his hands and kisses you everywhere. "You’re so beautiful it hurts," he whispers every chance he gets, being the sweet, loving man you adore so much.
His weakness: when you kiss his cheek softly or tell him he has beautiful eyes too.
Wally West: Belly and legs.
It’s Wally—of course he’s going to have a thing for your legs. Don’t even think he’ll pull away from you when you’re at the beach, sunbathing. Boom. Drool down his chin, and he has zero shame in saying how much he loves them. But your belly? That’s his personal pillow. Whenever he needs a break, he rests his head there. It’s just so intimate, so yours, something that belongs only to the two of you. He purrs and nuzzles his cheek against it like a puppy desperate for affection. He loves kissing it and touching it too. Sometimes he says things just to mess with you, like: "You’d look so sexy with your belly swollen… a baby growing—" and you smack him in the face.
His weakness: the back of his neck. He melts whenever you’re in the middle of a passionate make-out session and your hand finds its way there.
Jason todd: Lips and thighs.
He just has a fixation with your lips—he’s obsessed. When you eat, his eyes are on your mouth, wishing he could lean in and clean it with his tongue. Are you telling him about your day? He’s staring. Did you put on a new lip balm? He’ll notice.
The other thing that drives him crazy about you is your thighs. His hand will be there every chance he gets—soft strokes up and down or a simple squeeze. Even better if they’re bare.
His weakness: he’s at your feet whenever you cradle his face and kiss his forehead. He needs you to show him that you love him.
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.”
WALLY WEST eating you out and moaning like he's the one receiving head.
he's blabbering muffled praises as he practically makes out with your pussy, "taste s'good babe", "fuck- all mine, huh?", "could do this all day". he just can't shut the fuck up when you're moaning his name and squirming under his tongue, he feels like the luckiest man in the world.
his tongue vibrates at an inhuman pace against your puffy, swollen clit, making your hand fly to his auburn hair to tug on his mullet.
he feels his dick twitch at that, "feels good?" he teases, and you can feel that shit-eating grin against your cunt. any remark you had died in your throat when you caught the sight of him, looking up at you with lovesick eyes, blown-out pupils, pink swollen lips, and slick running down his chin obscenely. he was having the time of his fucking life.
he dove back into your pussy, sucking on your sensitive clit before letting go of it with a soft 'pop' and moving to tongue-fuck your sopping hole.
and, in the midst of moaning his name, you notice the bedframe shaking from just how hard he's humping the plush mattress underneath him.
his tongue never falters, he even inserts two fingers into your velvet heat, grinding against the bed speeding up when he feels how you flutter around his digits deliciously. you like it, he's making you feel good. that turns him on more than anything.
when you cum on his fingers and tongue with a cry, he cums right along with you, splurting warm release into his boxers and lapping at your heat like it's liquid gold.
you end up having to pull his head away from your heat, because he obviously couldn't care less about overstimulation, as long as he gets to eat you out for longer, not caring one bit about the sticky mess in his boxers either.
he looks up at you with those big puppy-like eyes, and that expression of pure admiration. his tongue darts out to lick his lips, collecting your release. his voice is raspy when he speaks,
thinking about how clingy wally west is. he couldn't seem to keep his hands off you, even at two in the morning.
"wallyyuhh," you groaned, feigning annoyance. wally ignored you and threw a leg over yours, kicking the blankets away. "wally, it's hot, and you're basically a human furnace!"
once again, the redhead had nothing to say, burying his face further into your hair. you'd caught a glimpse of him earlier; cheeks flushed pink, just like his bare chest and shoulders, constellations of freckles and moles standing out against the dusted rose. you knew he was hot, too, even as he tightened his arms around you. he just couldn't let go of you!
"mmh... i love you, 's all," he mumbles sleepily, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. "don't w'na let y'go."
you sigh. "i love you too, walls."
man, your boyfriend was a handful, but you sure do love him.
i could NOT stop thinking about wally west as a human vibrator
because no toy could ever be compared to his face buried between your thighs, hands holding them and throwing your legs on his shoulders while his tongue works in ways only someone like wally could do
“mm you taste so good, babe” he moaned on your pussy, rolling his eyes to the back of his head from how tight your grip got in his ginger locks. his tongue was going at a speed that put your vibrator to shame, the pace so fast it had your thighs locking his head in place and your legs trembling in the air
“fuuuuck, bet your vibrator can’t do this”
“can’t get enough of her, holy shit”
“already getting hard just from eating you out"
“wall- oh my godddd, wally” you gasped, knocking your head back and jerking your hips for a second from the pressure. but wally’s grip immediately held you still, if not closer as he buried his face more into your pussy with a satisfied sigh
“you’re not leaving until you make a mess all over my face”
and right when you thought you couldn’t handle it any second, wally placed his tongue and pressed it flat on your clit, the inhuman pace not stopping for even a second as his grip on your thighs tightened and a vibrated moan of your name left his busy mouth
that was more than enough for you to lock his head with your thighs and let your orgasm wash all over his lower face with a loud moan of wally’s name, your pussy glistening with both your cum and wally’s saliva
“more—" he panted on your cunt, licking every single drop. “more more more more—" wally was so pussy drunk he needed you to cum again. “cmon gorgeous, i know you have one more in you”
this man was not stopping, even when your cum was dripping on his chin, even when your thighs were not letting go of his face, even though your grip on his hair was tight and burying his face more onto your cunt
and the next day? you threw the shamed and humiliated vibrator in the trash
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masterlist!
(a/n: had to get on the vibrator!wally train you have no idea how thats been haunting my mind for a good four weeks)
