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you’re grinding down against the firmness of the suit. he doesn’t even get the luxury of feeling your thigh as it brushes over his aching cock. your fingers ran through his hair when you’d come down to entice him upstairs, mussing up what the cowl had flattened. now, every hot pant ghosts over his neck. he wishes he could feel you working yourself against him, lamenting the choice to not change before immediately diving back into his case. that’s how bruce got into this predicament to begin with: you, needy for him while he was too one-track-minded to oblige. of course, when you swung your thighs on either side of his, he hadn’t objected.

needy whines echo through the cave when you get close. bruce grips his mouse until his knuckles turn white, trying to will himself not to cum along with you. as your head ducks down into the crook of his neck, he’s certain you’re hellbent on getting a different outcome.

his hands jumping to your hips when all composure seems lost. you let out a pitiful whimper; bruce seldom interrupts when you use him, but tonight, you have him feral. his body feels like a live wire, cock aching horribly against the compression of his suit. and he really doesn’t want to make a mess of the batsuit.

the air in your shared room is still warm and thick as you both come down. jason collapses to your side, his sweat slicked chest rising and falling with each heavy breath and you can almost feel yours becoming short again.

there's a pretty smile spread on his lips and a soft dusting of rouge on the apples of his cheeks and the tip of his nose when he turns to look at you, dark curls framing his his face. "hi you"

a smile, toothy and sweet, mirroring his own breaks out on your lips, "hi jason" he looks to be glowing, soft around the edges and your heart can't help but fill with fondness.

gentle heat radiates from your flushed skin while exhaustion pulls at your eyelids making them feel too heavy to hold open. he turns to lay on his side, one hand tucked under his head as the other traces along your arm in a feather light touch. it's quite for some time. both of you content in laying together in comfortable silence when a question forms in the back of your mind and travels down to sit on the edge of your tongue, itching to be asked —

"what's your favourite part of my body?"

jason raises an eyebrow, an expression between a deadpan and genuine confusion on his face (or perhaps it was concern that he failed to make you feel just how dear to him all of you was just a few comments earlier.) kissed bitten lips part to answer your question with an answer but you quickly cut him off with a short playful roll of your eyes.

"i know you like my body jason. clearly" taking a moment to gesture to the blooming hickies and faint bite marks that adorn you, "that wasn't the question"

it takes a second for jason to respond, the question (and reassurance of your satisfaction) settling. jason was quick and witty and often sharp tongued with others, but with you he always took a moment. as if to savour each word you offer him, and to allow himself a chance at stringing together an adequate response.

shifting his body, jason positions himself on the arm that had been tucked beneath his head leaning his weight on it while the other takes your left hand, pressing a kiss to your palm before sliding his fingers along it to interlock with yours. "i like your hands." he says it simply, eyes locked on onto your heavy lidded ones and almost immediately you feel much more awake.

he descends, pressing another kiss that lingers a little longer to your hips and making his way up wards. "i like your hips. i like this soft part of your tummy." his lips brushing the plump skin below your navel. warm kisses climb higher up your body, and he presses a kiss below your chest where the soft flesh meets your ribs. "i like you here," you can feel a smile forming, mischievous. his tongue peeks out, licking a short stripe before continuing, "especially after a long day before you get to shower and you smell fucking delici-"

your free hand threads through soft curls in attempt to tug him away. "jason stop. ew" there is no urgency in your voice. he take your other wrist in the same hand, shadow of his grin lingering in his lips as he's pressing a kiss to your pulse point, "i like your wrists too"

butterflies erupt in your stomach, your drowsiness long forgotten. "okay! thank you jason that's- thats enough" you hope your face doesn't look as hot as it feels.

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Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Wife!Reader

Summary: Far too exhausted to make it to bed, Bruce crashes on the cozy armchair in his study. You join him.

Warning: None! Pure fluff featuring a very tired Batman and his wife :)

Author’s Note: A little nervous since this is my first time writing for Bruce, but I hope you guys enjoy! As always, please let me know if you liked this and would like to see more! Comments, reblogs, or even asks are always appreciated <3

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Bruce’s body felt heavy.

Patrol ran longer than he originally anticipated, and the evidence of his exhaustion was visible in the drag of his feet as he made his way up from the cave into his study. He was tempted to stay down there and fall asleep at his computer, but how could he sleep down there when you were more than likely half asleep yourself, tiredly awaiting his return to your bed?

The floorboards creak under his step, and he pauses momentarily, bracing against one of the bookshelves. “Are you alright, Master Bruce?” Alfred asks, reaching for the man’s arm and guiding him to the oversized armchair nearby. “Perhaps you should sit down.”

absolute batman, who's so fucking big that even riding him brings tears to your eyes. he's thick beyond belief, tip leaking, and red. he wants to feel bad, the way your lip quivers and your thighs shake should evoke pity, but god, it just makes his dick twitch beneath you. "take it slow, baby, you want me to help you?" he lifts his hips slightly as you nod, his head tossed back while he eases into you. "fuck, that's it... nice and tight."

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 “be right back.” that was what dean told sam fifteen minutes ago

sam let out a sigh, reclining in the passenger seat of the impala in boredom and bringing out his phone to check the time again. the brothers were working on a case and landed on a problem where they couldn’t pinpoint the origin of the urban legend— which was why the car was in front of your house, because you were a folkorist who often worked with dean when sam was still in college

okay, ‘worked with’ was a bit of a stretch. moreeeee like fuck buddies who were into the paranormal

“look at her” dean panted, eyes fixated on your boobs bouncing as you rode him while he was leaning back on the headboard. the sight made him groan and bury his face in between your cleavage. “god, i fucking missed this view” the open mouthed kisses he was planting on your chest made you moan and arch your back more for his mouth, feeling his hands on your ass push your pussy more onto the length of his cock. it made him thrust himself deeper into your cunt, as if he wasn’t balls deep in you

you let out a shaky moan of dean’s name, one hand trailing from his chest to his abs while the other pushed his head more into your boobs. you felt his abs harden from your warm touch, sending shivers down his body. god, he’s missed you so much that fucking his fist didn’t feel the same

“that’s it, gorgeous” his mouth slowly trailed up to your collarbone. “missed the way my pretty girl took my dick”  up to your neck. “missed hearing you scream my name” and up to your jawline. “missed the way you made a mess all over me”

alllll the way up till his lips were inches away from your swollen ones. “god, look at you” dean whispered, squeezing the fat of your ass that made you gasp. “my perfect girl, takin’ me like a fucking goddess” you closed the distance between your mouths, his hands on your ass now taking the lead and thrusting his hips back at yours. and soon, your orgasm came with soft sounds leaving your lips, soaking up dean’s cock and clenching on every inch and vein

a gutteral groan left his lips. “there you go” he murmured, biting your bottom lip to conceal sounds of his own before his own orgasm washed up next. your hips almost jerked from how much he was filling you up, his cum oozing out as he slowed down to fuck his cum into you

both of you broke the kiss and halted your hips into a complete stop, heavy pants leaving you and dean as you stared at each other, the afterglow evident on your faces. 

“now” dean sighed, not breaking eye contact as he shifted his hands up to your waist and leaned back more onto the headboard. “what can you tell me about the legend that’s been happenin’ around town?”

meanwhile, sam let out an impatient huff, still waiting in the impala. he was never trusting dean ever again; be right back, my ass

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(a/n: as you can tell i went wayyy overhead for this to be a drabble AND IDCCCC 😜 😜😜😜 NO REGRETS #DEANWINCHESTER4EVA)

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camboy! wally west who genuinely gets so upset when ur not in his stream. (18+)

like, he works so fucking hard. he jerks himself off every night for your pleasure. sure, he sees the money that comes in, he sees the fans he has, he sees his account slowly rise up the ranks of the adult cam website he streams on. he indulges in every single one of his audience’s kinks from calling them mommy to saying he’s a dumb whore who needs pussy wrapped around his cock.

he will do all of that for his donators… but he gets really upset if you’re not in his stream.

his face lights up whenever your username appears in the feed and you donate to him— you’re never the biggest donator but who is he to whine when he has your beautiful face in his stream. (he’s never seen your face, but he’s sure of it, you’re a gorgeous gal)

he jerks himself on camera, letting his cum decorate the screen as the money rakes in for him... but he gets more pleasure out of seeing your name in the feed and your name requesting things from him.

like tonight? it was just a normal stream. an hour in, he has maybe two hundred viewers last time he checked— yes, he still can't believe two hundred people want to watch him jerk off, but he ain't fighting it... but he's oddly quiet this night... because you haven't shown up for a stream in two weeks.

did you get bored of him? was he not good enough for you? did you think if you couldn't financially support him, you didn't deserve to watch? well... not exactly. stress; stress was the reason you couldn't watch wally, but of course, he didn't know that. his mind went to all the worst possibilites as he read the chat, internally grateful that no one could see his face.

mommymilkers22: come on bby boy, squeeze ur cock, it's hot.

feetluver3: jerk off faster!

pielover: bet ur girlfriend loves watching you jerk urself off

he reads all of it and smiles... watching his donation box go up... but none of it matters to him. where are you? he knows your username at this point, he knows how you talk— nobody else can replicate it, and you're not there.

"mhmmmm, thank you all for coming tonight." he mutters, shaky breaths breaking in between his words as he tries to scan for you. he doesn't give up but he takes a break, focusing on entertaining the chat. maybe you'll show up later.

he tries to not get into his head about it too much... but seriously? how could he not.

he continues to stroke his cock, using sex toys and other things that the audience wants him to use, some saying fleshlights after donating a hundred bucks, other says cock rings after a 5 dollar donation, one person said one of those pocket pussies for a huge two hundred donation... all of it, wally smiles about.

and it isn't until his stream is winding down, about ten people are left and he's able to close out that he gets a notification for a donation.

name: ur favorite

amount: $5 dollars

request: have u used a vibrator yet?

sent!

you. you showed up. and dear god, he has never ditched the idea of ending a stream faster than seeing your name and your donation.

"just for you, i will..." he responds, loud enough for you to hear it over the laptop.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: OKAY. SO FINALLY. This is the long awaited part 2 to my kinktober! camboy wally west fic. I’ve been wanting to do a lot more of him and have a few things cooking.

✦ comments and reblogs are always appreciated! ✦

summary : Bruce is trying so hard to focus on this mission report.. but you just can’t help yourself.

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The Batcave was quiet after the mission.

The only sounds were the low hum of the computers, the distant drip of water from the underground lake, and the steady scratch of Bruce’s pen against paper as he wrote the mission report at his desk.

You stood a few feet away, still in your tactical suit, the black material clinging to your body like a second skin. The adrenaline from the night was fading, leaving behind a warm, restless buzz under your skin. You watched Bruce for a moment — jaw tight, shoulders tense, eyes focused on the page like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

He looked good like this. Focused. In control.

You wanted to ruin it.

You stepped closer, boots soft on the stone floor. Bruce didn’t look up, but you saw the slight shift in his posture — the way his pen paused for half a second.

“Long night,” you said casually, reaching for the zipper at the front of your suit. “I’m dying to get out of this thing.”

Bruce’s pen scratched a little harder against the paper. “Shower’s free. You can change in the locker room.”

You smiled, slow and wicked. “But you’re right here. And I want you to watch.”

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dick was taking an awful long time in the shower

not to mention, he’d been acting weird this entire night— coming back home and immediately running to the shower, no greeting, no kiss, no nothing. just his first destination being the bathroom

you were worried for him (and hoped to god he wasn’t trying to hide another injury from you) so you decided to join him and figure out what was wrong

andddd what was it you figured out? that dick got hit by an aphrodisiac, and that he’s been fisting his cock under cold running water to get rid of his almost painful boner, heavy pants of “cmon, cmonnnn” leaving his desperate lips.  

and the moment dick saw you, he didn’t panic or stop. instead, he realized his hand wouldn’t be enough to get rid of the aphrodisiac

which takes us to now— both of your legs wrapped around dick’s waist and your back pressed against the cold bathroom tiles, his hips snapping onto yours ruthlessly under the running water like there was no tomorrow

his cock was dragging in and out of your pussy with a pace so rapid and deep it made you claw his back and drop your jaw even more. “dick—" you gasped, barely able to get a breath in. “t-too much!” “i know, baby. i-” he moaned in the crook of your neck, feeling his wet black locks brush on your skin. “im sorry, im so sorry” he kept whining useless apologies, as if he was ever planning on slowing down.

“ohhhh fuck, you feel so good” “can’t stop, not when you’re taking me so well”

“more. more more more more—”

your orgasm crashed so hard your entire body would have dropped, if it were not for dick’s strong hands holding you up effortlessly. your lips were fully parted into an ‘o’, his name leaving you like a chant as the buzz of pleasure sent shivers down your body

dick claimed your lips with an open-mouthed kiss, all tongue and teeth. “fuck, im gonna cum” he moaned, your cunt clenching over his cock as if not wanting to let go. the vibrations of his voice making you whine, squeezing him more— and that was the last straw

a gutteral groan left his busy mouth, thick loads of cum now planting itself deep in your womb. it felt so so good dick had to pull away from the kiss to catch his breath, biting your shoulder to hold back his moans and muffled words as he fucked his cum in you. the grip he had on your thighs for sure would leave marks

considering how rough he fucked you and how much he came, the aphrodisiac should be gone now, right? “again” boy, did you speak too soon

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(a/n: this was supposed to be a oneshot but i got lazy)

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CAUGHT HER ◞ Fem!Dick Grayson

summary : you made the mistake of leaving your girlfriend all alone and came home to her jerking off without you! content warning : masturbation, scissoring, slight voyeurism, fingering.

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The apartment was quiet except for the soft, breathy sounds coming from the bedroom.

You’d come home early from your shift, keys quiet in the lock, expecting to surprise Dick with takeout and a movie night. Instead, you heard her — low, desperate moans, the faint wet sound of fingers moving, the rustle of sheets.

You froze in the hallway, heart pounding, a rush of heat flooding through you.

The bedroom door was cracked open.

You should have knocked. Should have announced yourself. Instead, you stepped closer, peering through the gap.

Dick lay on her back in the middle of your shared bed, completely naked, legs spread wide. One hand was between her thighs, two fingers buried deep inside herself, pumping steadily. The other hand pinched and rolled her nipple, back arching off the mattress. Her dark hair was splayed across the pillow, cheeks flushed, lips parted on a whimpering moan.

“Fuck— please—” she gasped, hips rocking desperately against her hand. “Need it— need you—”

Your mouth went dry. You’d seen Dick naked before. You’d fucked her before. But seeing her like this — lost in pleasure, thinking she was alone, moaning your name under her breath — was something else entirely.

You pushed the door open slowly.

Dick’s eyes flew open. Her hand froze between her legs, cheeks burning bright red.

“Baby— I— fuck, I didn’t hear you come in—”

You stepped inside, closing the door behind you. Your eyes raked over her — flushed skin, hard nipples, slick fingers still buried inside her pussy, thighs trembling.

“Don’t stop,” you said, smirking. “I want to watch.”

Dick whimpered, eyes glassy with lust. She slowly started moving her fingers again, slower this time, like she was putting on a show just for you.

“You were thinking about me?” you asked, walking closer.

She nodded frantically, biting her lip. “Always. Couldn’t wait. Needed you so bad.”

You stripped slowly, letting her watch. Shirt first, then pants, until you were naked. Dick’s eyes darkened, fingers pumping faster.

You climbed onto the bed, straddling one of her thighs. You leaned down, kissing her deeply, tongue sliding against hers as you ground your wet pussy against her leg.

“Keep fucking yourself,” you whispered against her mouth. “But don’t cum. Not until I say.”

Dick moaned into the kiss, obediently working her fingers deeper. You reached down, wrapping your hand around her wrist, guiding her movements, making her fuck herself harder.

“So pretty,” you murmured, kissing down her neck. “My desperate girl. Couldn’t even wait for me to get home.”

She whimpered, hips bucking. “Please— I need you— I’m so close—”

“Not yet.”

You pulled her hand away, ignoring her whine, and positioned yourself between her legs. You pressed your wet pussy against hers, sliding your clit against her swollen one. Dick gasped, hands flying to your hips.

“Fuck— yes— please—”

You started grinding slowly, savoring the wet, slick sound of your pussies rubbing together. Dick’s head fell back, moans spilling from her lips as you rocked against her.

“Feel good?” you asked, grinding harder. “You like when I fuck you like this? When I use your pretty cunt to get off?”

“Yes— god— yes— harder— please—”

You fucked her faster, hips snapping, clit rubbing desperately against hers. The wet, obscene sounds filled the room. Dick was moaning loudly now, nails digging into your hips, legs shaking around you.

“I’m gonna cum— please let me cum— I need it—”

“Cum for me,” you growled, grinding down hard. “Let me feel you fall apart.”

Dick came with a broken cry, back arching, pussy pulsing against yours as she gushed wet and hot. You followed right after, moaning her name, grinding through both your orgasms until you were both trembling and oversensitive.

You collapsed on top of her, both breathing hard. Dick wrapped her arms around you, holding you close, face buried in your neck.

“I love you,” she whispered, voice hoarse. “So fucking much.”

You kissed her temple, smiling. “I love you too. My needy, desperate, beautiful girl.”

Dick held you tighter, legs tangling with yours. The city hummed far below, but in your arms, Dick Grayson was soft, safe, and completely satisfied.

And you?

You were exactly where you wanted to be. With your favorite girl.

a/n : I’m doing a ton of these Earth 11 fics btw. Be ready to be sick of my sapphic fics.. I love being bisexual.

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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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(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)

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Bruce Wayne/Reader, 2.8K

a/n: for the biggest @biglychee as a part of an art trade, hope y'all enjoy :]

cw: SMUT/18+, HEAVY DUBCON; reader is a reporter blackmailing Bruce, sub!Bruce/dom!reader, cunnilingus, riding him, reader has a pussy

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When you threaten to expose a secret Bruce Wayne is dying to keep under wraps, he'll do anything to keep you from doing it. Bruce Wayne/Reader (18+)

Mmmm yeah he is

He's fucking into you deep from behind, the pressure making your back start arching like a cat.

"C'mon, pretty. Jus' relax f'me," dean said, voice slurred with pleasure. His thumbs found the dimples of your back, gently pressing the buttons to guide you back to where he wants you. "There you go. Just gotta relax and take it."

The rough pads of his thumbs soothed at the indented skin, the friction feeling intimate enough to compete with the drag of his cock.

"Dean," you whimpered, the softness of it all making you melt into the mattress.

"I know, baby," he said, pausing his thought to place kisses all along your spine. "Just feel it."

Tears brimmed at your lids, not because of any pain or hurt but because of the tenderness. His, Dean's, huge, strong hands splayed out around your hips, the knuckle caught in the divot in a way that made chills skate all along your body.