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cock warming but they press a vibrator to your clit, making you cum over and over and over again until they end up cumming from the sensation of your muscles pulsing and spasming around them alone.

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FWB ROOMMATE
fwb roommate!jason todd.
becoming jason’s roommate ends with you being wayyyy more than just roommates.
# headcanons.ᐟ⸝⸝ fwb roommate!jason todd ⸝⸝ smutty ⸝⸝ oral ⸝⸝ p in v ⸝⸝ nsfw mdni ⸝⸝
fwb roommate!jason todd who’s never really looked twice at you when you first moved in due to trouble with your rent. he’s red hood—always out there doing god knows what, coming home late, too buried in his own shit to notice the roommate who pays rent on time and keeps the fridge stocked.
fwb roommate!jason todd who comes home one night bleeding from a nasty gash across his ribs, helmet off, leather jacket somewhat torn, insisting he’s fine even as he leaves bloody footprints on the same floor you just cleaned. you force him onto the couch anyway, hands shaking as you press gauze to his side, and for the first time he’s wondering if you were always this pretty.
fwb roommate!jason todd who bites his cheek and tells you not to fuss, because getting you involved in his shit is the last thing he wants. but you don’t listen. you clean him up and his eyes linger on the way you bite your lip when you’re focused, your fingers gentle over old scars and fresh bruises.
fwb roommate!jason todd who starts leaving you portions of whatever he cooks at 3am after patrol—chili, pasta, breakfast for dinner, he always gets creative as cooking is pretty much a downtime for him—with sticky notes in his messy handwriting that say “eat, don’t wait up.” he tells himself it’s just practical, but he catches himself looking for the leftovers the next day to see if you’d actually eaten them.
fwb roommate!jason todd who steals your knitted blankets because they smell like you and the fabric is soft against his skin. he walks around shirtless with the blanket hanging over his shoulders, the waistband of his sweats hanging low enough to show the deep v of his hips and the heavy outline of his thick cock when he stretches, pretending he doesn’t notice the way your eyes linger. he does. he definitely notices.
fwb roommate!jason todd who teaches you self-defense in the living room after you ask for his help one night, his hands firm on your waist, his body pressed close everytime he corrects your stance. there’s tension and it’s visibly building until suddenly you end up pinned on your back over the arm of the couch, his hips pressing in between your legs, both of you breathing hard for reasons that have quite literally nothing to do with training.
fwb roommate!jason todd who finally breaks after a brutal patrol a few nights later. the built-up tension comes to a boiling point when he backs you against the kitchen counter still half in his gear, kissing you like he’s starving. like he’s wanted this since that night you took care of him. he lifts you onto the counter, pulls your shorts down, strokes himself, and pushes into you with a deep, desperate groan, giving you a moment to adjust before thrusting harder. “fuck—been thinking about this for weeks,” he growls against your neck, fucking you with raw need until your legs shake, until you’re moaning into his neck, and until his cum is dripping down your thighs when he finally pulls out.
fwb roommate!jason todd who pretends it didn’t happen the next morning but makes your coffee exactly how you like it and avoids eye contact until you grab his chin and kiss him. that’s when the dam breaks for a second time—he bends you over the counter again, this time slow and deep. “so fucking good for me, princess. take every inch like you were made for it.” his cock grinds against your g-spot while he whispers filthy praise.
fwb roommate!jason todd who turns into the most annoying, possessive roommate/friend with benefits after that. he gets territorial when your dates text you, waiting on the couch for you to get home and he wastes no time the second you walk in. he yanks your dress up, sinks you down on his cock right there, and makes you ride him until you’re crying his name and apologizing for even looking at anyone else, filling you up until his cum leaks out of you as he holds you close and praises you afterward.
fwb roommate!jason todd who wakes you up on lazy mornings with his head between your legs, tongue buried in your pussy, sucking your clit and fingering you open until you’re grinding against his face and cumming hard on his mouth. then he slides into you while you’re still fluttering, fucking you slow and lazy, hips rolling deep while he murmurs how perfect you feel wrapped around him, warm and wet and … his.
fwb roommate!jason todd who eats you out until you’re a trembling, blissed-out mess and then slips out of bed to make you breakfast in bed—bringing coffee exactly how you like it along with pancakes or eggs and toast on a tray, wearing nothing but low-slung sweatpants and a rare, soft smirk as he watches you eat. pleased that he can take care of you like this even if there’s no label on it.
fwb roommate!jason todd who still crashes on the couch some nights because the quiet in his room gets too loud and his nightmares creep in, but now you crawl in with him without an invite, curled against his chest as his big hand strokes your back until he falls asleep. without you ever asking, he started to secretly restocks your drawer with period stuff, lotion, lube, and the toys he’s bought for you, never mentioning it, because taking care of you has become his favorite part of coming home.
fwb roommate!jason todd who reads his smutty romance novels on the couch and leaves them open to the dirtiest pages with notes like “we’re trying this tonight” scribbled in the margins. he tries his best not to distract you when he sees you working even though it’s all he wants to do, then rewards you later for finishing everything by pinning you to the bed and fucking you until the only thing you can utter is his name.
fwb roommate!jason todd who still insists he’s fine when he comes home injured, but now he lets you patch him up on the couch without as much complaint as before. after he pulls you down beside him, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your neck while his fingers work patterns on your arms or your back.
fwb roommate!jason todd who starts leaving little notes around the apartment that aren’t just about food anymore—“lock the window after I leave,” “you looked pretty today,” “don’t wait up, but I’ll be back”—because he’s shit at saying how he feels or how he cares out loud but needs you to know you’re on his mind even when he’s out.
fwb roommate!jason todd who catches himself smiling like an idiot when he hears your laugh from the other room or smells you on his pillows, realizing this apartment stopped feeling like a temporary hideout and started feeling like home the moment you forced your way into his walls. honestly, he’s scared of it—of how much he needs you safe and happy—but he’s even more scared of losing it.
fwb roommate!jason todd who, late one night after patching him up again, holds you tighter than usual on the bed and admits that you’re the only person who makes the pit in his chest feel quieter, the only one who sees the man under the hood and doesn’t flinch in fear of getting hurt. he doesn’t say “I love you” yet, but he doesn’t really need to since the way he kisses your forehead and falls asleep almost immediately with his face buried in your neck says it for him.
fwb roommate!jason todd who knows he’s a mess but keeps choosing to come home to you anyway, because somewhere between the patching him up, the sex, the shared coffee mugs, the late-night talks, and the way you take every part of him—this gruff, broken vigilante realized the best thing in his shitty fucked up life was the roommate he never meant to fall so damn hard for.
Giving sheltered farmboy!Clark his first pussy portal would make him nearly faint.
He’d nearly dropped it when you gave it to him for your one year anniversary, shocked you’d just hand it over dinner like it was a card instead of… well… that. Clark wouldn’t get the appeal. The entirety of you was much better than just your pussy. Clark liked seeing your face twisted in pleasure, watching your breasts bounce with each thrust. But one day, when you’ve gone home to family across the country for the week, he break. He couldn’t get enough time off work to go with, so he mopes around the bullpen and pouts into your pillow at night. By the fourth night he’s desperate. Clark roots through your nightstand for the little disc. It’s smooth plastic, with a twist off lid too similar to a pill bottle’s. You even had it customized with the exact blue of his Superman suit.
Clark guiltily opens the top. He half expects and hopes there’ll be nothing inside; you have to wear the panties to activate it. You probably wouldn’t risk it around your family. But instead of a blank nothingness, your pussy is inside. It’s just as he remembers, all plump folds and your pretty skin and clit. He can even smell you. Clark feels dizzy at how quickly his blood rushes down.
“Gosh…” Clark whispers. He rubs a hand down his face. He shouldn’t. This is the epitome of objectifying women, his woman, his pretty girl. He couldn’t. Clark was a gentleman. He had to respect you.
But, you’d gifted this to him. You wanted him to fuck you, to use you. You were even wearing the panties. In fact, if he didn’t use it, you’d be sad and unsatisfied. With a little groan, Clark brings it up to his mouth.
Sheltered farmboy Clark hates doggy with a passion. He thinks it’s degrading to women, and he hates it because he can’t see your pretty face. He wants to see your hazy eyes after a good fuck, wants to kiss you when he cums.
But you beg and plead and even cry. He trusted you for everything else, why not this?! You even give him the silent treatment for exactly 18 minutes. That’s enough to break him.
So Clark bends you over on your bed, apologizing profusely. His mama would smack him over the head for treating his girl like this. But he can’t deny how good you look, ass perked up in the air. You wiggle impatiently too.
Clark can see everything as he nudges your lips apart with the tip, how it glistens with each pass. He can watch as he slowly presses in, your puffy pussy struggling to take every thick inch. Your cute hole back there winks back at him too.
Clark settles his hands on your waist, slowly pushing into you. You gasp at the feeling; he’s so thick and long, and this position has him in your lungs. But when you nod weakly and tell him to move, all that blurs along with your vision.
It’s perfect, the angle hitting the right spots just enough to have you keening. You push back against his every thrust, your pussy soaking everything. There’s soft little plaps as his balls smack against your clit, and each one has your breath catching. Clark shifts his angle, just to get a better seat on his knees.
“Right there!” You cry out in a strangled whimper. You can feel his tip pressing on a new spot, right against the back. You go boneless and collapse face first. “There, Clarkie!”
Your desperate whimper has Clark whimpering too,. You can feel his hands tight on your waist, bringing you back. Clark’s staring at that little frothy ring around the base of his cock, and something snaps. He goes harder, knocking each whimper out of you with a groan of his own. Clark’s hand drifts to your clit, rubbing soft circles and sending you flying into your orgasm. Usually this is when Clark would stop .
But Clark’s too entranced with how your pussy nearly refuses to let go as he pulls back. He’ll even brush a thumb over your spread folds, and come at the sight of your pussy fluttering.
Later, when you’re spent with his seed dripping outof you, Clark will fuss over you. He’ll apologize for going too hard and too long.
“Next time, pull my hair,” You mumble .
Clark turns bright red at that, and protests amidst gasps and sputters. But the twitch of his cock against his thigh means you’ll get your way once again.
toy flesh [explicit 18+] — [part 2] follow up to part 1 which is linked in my masterlist. this is lots of cute fluff, next part will get down to more filth. there are tons of nasty opportunities
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She also thinks it somehow has to be a one off thing. A pricey, fancy one off toy that fakes a few cumshots after the first time she cleans and rides it, flooding this pool inside of her and all over her bedsheets. But there it goes again, and again, and again.
Topping her third round off by falling backwards near the headboard, new toy gripped tight into her palm while she slides it in and out to still feel full but finally give her hips a break. It was worth every penny, as ridiculous as the amount really was for a hole in the wall sex toy shop. A lot of the others looked sparkly and lengthy and quite pretty, but something about the girth and the hefty weight of the last (or the only?) one in stock on the shelf made her rush to grab it before anyone else could have.
After paying the man at the counter she keeps scoping out her surroundings for any prying eyes as she’s trying to sneak her giant new purchase, stuffing the box into her purse as best she can. It would be dishonest to say she didn’t rush to rip it out of the plastic, feel out the raw feel of the skin, the veins, the fat. It felt real. Unlike any other rubber playthings she’s bought in the past, this one was almost responsive to her touch somehow. Did it require batteries to act like that? To pulse when it feels her grip, or leak when she teased herself on the tip?
It would jump every time she spat on the head and rubbed the base up and down in a firm grip. Pre cumming right at the tip when she did her favorite forms of foreplay and fooled around with it like she’s playing pretend. It throbbed, it wiggled around, and most of all it fucking came. Like a man.
In warm, sudden bursts, she felt it oozing out while she was just getting started. As heaven sent as it felt in the moment, afterwards it made her furrow her brows and grab the toy again and even look down at her own pussy to ensure she wasn’t feeling things that weren’t really there. But lo and behold, it dripped down her inner thighs, slathering her blanket and oozing right out of the tip of the dildo.
It felt like magic. Like her new rubber cock was attached to a real living person — a needy, sensitive, girthy person hung like a horse that didn’t take a lot of teasing or effort to draw so much arousal out of. But the idea was silly, so much more nonsensical than the fact that it was probably nothing more than just an impressively built and nevertheless expensive toy with some kind of hidden wiring and technology that was capable of pulling off acting like a real living cock. Right?

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toy flesh [explicit 18+] — [part 1] Clark randomly feels someone sitting on his dick even when he’s alone in his room. pretty much. part one for that magic toy prelude in my masterlist
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Clark thinks it has to be a one off thing. Has to be. A wet dream too close to reality that somehow got his dick a little too wet. A hallucination manifested in some relaxing body tremors that felt so good it ultimately had him cumming everywhere in his pants, untouched, with the book he was nose-deep in forgotten while he lied down and stared at the wall in wide eyed, wide-mouthed shock. What just happened? How did that just happen?
He holds out hope that maybe he’ll get to touch himself and get rid of this pent up energy, get it flushed out of his system, not feel the same unexplained touch of someone else’s body—someone else’s flesh directly on top of him. While he goes about his daily routine before work he doesn’t ever stop looking down at his dick like he’s checking in on it. See if it falls off or grows a bigger brain of its own. Pulls his waistband out to take a confused peak while he’s scrubbing his teeth, foam running down the corner of his mouth. Watches his dick swing around and reluctantly roll upward and harden again from the memory even as he’s ironing the fine lines in his button down shirt.
It felt juvenile. It felt ridiculous.
What grown man couldn’t keep it down and stay soft for a dull eight hour work day?
He has to fondle himself to the memory again before he leaves, cum uncontrollably splashing just about everywhere even though he prepares himself with a tissue right at the tip. The shirt he spent nearly fifteen minutes ironing had to get thrown in the wash and replaced with something wrinkly and unkempt, but at least it was free of cum stains.
explicit 18+ ……. so oh my god imagine there was some magic* doll type dildo that you bought at a random hole in the wall toy shop, label on the packaging claiming it was the most realistic one made to date and the price tag definitely reflected it. you liked the girth, the curve, the entire shape of it so much that the dent in your bank account didn’t seem to matter when you rushed to grab it off the shelf since it looked to be the only one in stock.
the magic* part of it being where everytime you suck it and ride it, clark (and only clark specifically, from miles and miles away) could feel everything you’re doing to it and doesn’t even know what’s happening. doesn’t understand why his dick starts feeling so fucking good out of the blue. first time it happens it’s a mundane Sunday night, the same night you went to the toy shop and bought it. he’s lying on his back in bed reading when he feels a velvety magic invisible tongue-like pull begin slurping on his dick. licking up his balls, gulping him down like every inch was breakfast. and it made him pause, put a bookmark on the page he left on, stare down at his dick still sitting snug in his boxers and getting wetter by the minute.
he holds his breath and pinches his brows when all the sudden the tightest, wettest hole just seemed to start fucking itself silly on his cock like it was the most primal urge that needed to get sated, and only he could provide the fill. he doesn’t know what’s happening, doesn’t know how he can possibly be feeling these things as if someone really was on top of him fucking the shit out of his dick. he gasps when his dick twitches and bobs around like it’s having the most fulfilling fuck of its life, nearly knocking clark the fuck out when he slams his head back barely landing on his pillow and clenching his fists on the bedsheet.
the invisible pussy on top of him just bounces away, switching up angles that seemed to nudge her in her favorite places, angling the dildo so his curve grazes up against her tender spots. his yells echo in his empty bedroom as he cums so hard and so prematurely it began gushing out of him, and while you’re riding away on the dildo that unbeknownst to you was somehow physically tied and connected to clark’s real dick, you start to feel the warm splashes of cum roping out and you look down, out of breath from the most satisfying workout you’ve been able to have in awhile, seeing how it starts dripping out of you. and then you end up wondering if the package of the sex toy you bought even disclosed if it came with fake cum inside……
part one + part two
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could potentially write up a whole freak fic of this if I have the inspo and the time lmfao I have so muchhh I wanna write this filth came to me in a psychic daydream ……. Magic dildo yum
ಇ . . . superboy-prime yaps while fucking you silly !
"no, oh my god, babe," he chuckles, hot mouth kissing the column of your neck so sweetly, letting his mumbled info-dump seep into your skin. "see, togruta and twi'lek appendages have completely different functions—"
you moan, soft and unsteady and all too susceptible to the way his cock sits so snugly in you. he rocks into your heat, seemingly unaffected by the way you gasp and flutter when he brushes the spot that makes your head spin and your pussy squelch like one of the eldritch monsters he loves.
and he just keeps talking.
he presses his flushed cheek to yours. sinks the thick fingers of his left hand into the plush of your thigh, plays with your slick, throbbing clit with his right thumb. casually lets a smirk play on his stupid, cute mouth—you can feel the impression of his dimple—as his voice dips into gravel against the shell of your ear:
"twi'lek lekku are prehensile and have some limbic cortex function, so physiological expression of emotion and language—"
sharp need coils tighter in your belly, making you whimper into the warmth of his neck. "mm, c—"
"shh, i know, baby," clark rasps, letting the hand on your thigh travel up and press firmly below your navel. you feel all of him, every ridge and vein, slipping out a pitched sound caught between a choked groan and a squeal.
he continues, though this time thrusting a little more urgently, thank god. "and togruta lekku are connected to their montrals, which—fuck, you just got so tight—ah, are used for echo-locative purposes because their species is carnivorous..."
"'m gonna cum, clark," you pant, eyes squeezing shut as the pads of your fingers press against his scarred, sculpted chest desperately. he hums, nosing your cheek and flicking your swollen bundle of nerves like a joystick.
"okay, okay, 'm sorry," is the hushed, completely unapologetic reply. clark's cock lets the filthy, wet sound of him plunging in and out of your cunt speak for his mouth, which is sucking a new hickey into your shoulder.
still, you can tell that he wants to talk—the tense line in his broad, muscular shoulders says so.
"that's it, that's it, c'mon sweetheart, give it to me..."
you cum on his cock with a choked cry, senses dimming as your system sharpens on the overwhelming pleasure spilling from your core, the rhythmic clench of your walls around him.
"shit, shit," he whimpers, syllables spilling out of his mouth as he starts to rut into you with renewed vigor, chasing his own orgasm and pushing you deeper into his batman-patterned sheets. "okay, lemme explain reverse cursed technique before i bust."
Clark who learns how to dirty talk from reading readers smut books she leaves around the house 🫣
caught red-handed.
i need him so fucking bad. clark x fem!reader. 18+. word count: approx 1.3k. asks are open.
you had completely forgotten that you left your book laying face-down on your living room sofa before heading out to buy groceries. yknow that one book? the one that explored the wild colours and romance of sweet sex, or the hunger and heat that followed certain chapters. what you hadn’t expected was to find your dearest clark completely engrossed in the erotic novel- well specifically chapter 14.
clark was sitting on the edge of the couch with his elbows leaned towards on his knees, oblivious to your entrance. his glasses were pushed up to the bridge of his perfect nose, his brows furrowed in deep concentration, the type he used when writing headlines and articles. he held the paperback of the book gently, not even creasing a single page despite his godly strength.
you set the grocery bags down onto the marble counter, putting some of its content away before quickly heading to the living room, smiling smugly at the way his breathe hitched when he read over the page. “page 82 is a masterpiece right clark?” you said gently, crossing your arms and leaning against the doorframe.
clark gasped, like a kid who’d been caught sneaking in the cookie jar, his head snapped up to meet your eyes so fast you’re surprised it hadn’t given him whiplash. in a frantic clumsy panic that was so adorably him, he scrambled back towards the sofa cushions, instantly shoving the book face-down under the nearest pillow, as if trying to convince himself he hasn’t even touched it.
“i—“ clark started, his voice cracking on the syllable. a furious cute pink blush rushed from the collar of his shirt all the way to the tip of his ears. “hey! you’re..” he gulped softly, “you’re back early! i was just-..well i was just fluffing the pillows. and, yknow, it was there.”
“mhmmm”, you raised an amused brow, smirking whilst you step into his space, “and did fluffing the pillows require you to actually read it? you were so focused you didn’t even say hi when i came in! and that’s saying something mr.i-have-super-hearing”, you laugh warmly as you poke his cheek.
clark winced at the poke, his hand covering up his cheek in an embarrassed manner but it did absolutely nothing to his blush. he glanced to your eyes before sighing softly, his shoulders slumping in defeat, “okay..you caught me.” he mumbled, reaching up to take off his glasses and look at you with those honest wide blue eyes. his voice dropped that soft, low, quiet register he uses when it’s just the two of you, “it’s just…i accidentally read a sentence when i picked it up. a-and then i couldn’t stop. the vocabulary in there is…uhm, well it’s a lot different from standard sweet talk.”
he glanced down to his lap for a second as you plopped onto the couch next to him, laying your cheek on his bicep. he looked back to you, curious and shy, “is..is that really what you’re into?” your smirk only widened and you never once take your gaze off him, “yeah, i do, why? you taking notes smallville?”
and just like that, he was blushing even harder, you’d wondered if his face could get any more pink at this point. his fingers reached for your hand, intertwining his thick fingers with yours. a shy, tentative smile tugged at his lips, “well..maybe”, he confessed softly, his voice nervous but sincere, “if it makes you happy honey i’d like to try it, but i might need to practise a little first”, he added on sheepishly.
he wasn’t exaggerating about the practise. clark had slowly and quietly integrated your romance novels into his daily routine. over the last few weeks, he’d devour them when he found the chance, completely fascinated by the plots. you’d catch him leaning against the bathroom counter in the morning, one hand mindlessly brushing his teeth with the other held the book, his eyes glued to the pages. or he’d read them while casually flipping eggs on the stove, his superspeed being the only thing that kept them from burning whenever he got too distracted by a particularly intense chapter. he’d even gone as far to reading them on his lunch breaks at the daily planet, having a quick meal on the breezy rooftop and meticulously analysing how the fictional characters talked to each other, desperately trying to memorise their vocabulary so he could figure out how to use it on you.
even when things got intense, clark was still clark. he was never going to be the kind of guy that used harsh, degrading words or threw around vulgar insults, it just wasn’t in his dna. his parents raised him far too well for that. the guy cant even swear, he doesn’t even say ‘oh my god, instead he opts for ‘great scott!’. instead, his version of dirty talk was something entirely different, born out of that heavy, slow, kansas drawl that oozed with passion and possessiveness. he never needed to swear to make you knees weak or your thighs wet. he did it by being a little less polite, letting his voice drop an octave to that confident hero and groaning how much he loved every single inch of you in your ear.
nsfw below the cut.
ꮼ dry humping bsf!jason todd (18+)
The movie hums on, unwatched, a blur of colour and laugh tracks you both ignore. You're curled into Jason's side on the couch, his arm draped around your shoulders, his fingers tracing idle patterns along your skin. His breathing is steady, his body almost unnervingly warm.
You shift, pressing yourself closer, your thigh sliding between his. He tenses for half a second, then tries to force himself to relax, but you feel the subtle hitch in his breath.
"Jay," you murmur. It comes out softer than you intended.
He swallows. "Yeah?"
You hum as you tilt your head and press your lips to the corner of his jaw, slow and deliberate. He shudders, his hand tightening on your shoulder, and when you pull back, his eyes are already darker—glossier, half-lidded with desperate want.
"You sure?" he asks, voice low. "We don't have to—"
You kiss him quiet.
His mouth parts against yours, a shaky exhale escaping him, and when your tongue meets his he groans like it hurts. Your nails scratch lightly against his pale skin, breath shuddering as he gives in, letting out a quiet whimper.
"Fuuck—my god—jesus, fuck—" He doesn't manage to get the next word out. His head tilts back as he keeps going, hips rolling in an uneven, desperate rhythm with the flushed tip of his cock twitching against the friction of cotton and denim. His skin is red hot and ever so slightly tear-stained, his eyes glossy and lost in the pleasure he's grinding out of this moment. He's so darling like this, letting out quiet, shaky whimpers with every grind.
"Sweetheart, wait—hold on— gonna—" Despite his words, he can't stop himself from continuing to rut his hips into yours. He keeps going, shuddering through his orgasm, his body tensing before slowly going slack under you. His pants grow damp with spurts of hot cum, coating the fabric with his release.
You stare at him, your own arousal still hot. "Did you just...?" you ask, and your voice sounds thick even to your own ears. He looks up at you, eyes fucked-out and lashes clumping together with tears.
He's panting softly, eyes glazed over as he answers, "I'm sorry, I—"
You cut him off with a soft kiss. "Don't be," you whisper, fighting the smirk threatening to form on your lips.
a/n: first time doing non-academic writing in months I lowk forgot how to do this

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𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞-𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤-𝐮𝐩 || 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐱 𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
CW: explicit consensual smut, playful medical roleplay, fingering, oral (f receiving), protected sex, praise, light possessiveness, fluff and aftercare. 18+ MDNI.
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The emergency room of the Hall of Justice was quiet at 2:14am, the kind of hush that only happened on slow Monday nights.
You were finishing paperwork at your station when the doors slid open and in walked Wally West - speedster, hero, and apparently your most frequent patient.
He was limping dramatically, one hand pressed to his side, freckled face twisted in exaggerated pain. His red hair was messier than usual, and he was wearing civilian clothes instead of the Flash suit, which meant this wasn’t a real emergency.
You raised an eyebrow, already fighting a smile. “Mr. West. Back so soon?”
He hobbled over to the exam bed and sat down with a theatrical groan. “Doc, you gotta help me. I think I pulled something. Running too fast. Hero stuff. You know how it is.”
— Wally being possessive with you
-> fem! reader, unprotected sex + creampie, jealousy
WALLY WEST’s two fingers have been circling your poor swollen, abused clit at a low vibration for what feels like eternity. you don’t remember how many times you’ve came so far, just that your boyfriend seems to get off on seeing you writhe and squirm.
“aw baby, c’mon, just one more f’me, yeah?” he coos earnest and sweet. he’s drunk on the soft, lovely whimpers falling out of your lips.
he just loves making you feel good, can you blame him?
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.
wally west being too shy to send you any pics when you first start dating, so instead he waits until it’s three in the morning—a reasonable time for you to be asleep already—so that he can forget about it until the next day, when you'd wake up with a "wish u were here :(" text and beautiful video of your boyfriend fisting himself to you and send your response afterwards.
he doesn't expect you to actually still be awake and for said response to arrive only two minutes after his video was sent, but the embarrassment doesn't last him too long, your positive feedback leaving him eager for more and his dick harder in his hand, even worse once the notification of a pic of your own arrives too.
with the knowledge that you're still awake and missing him just as much, both of you unable to sleep and now turned on by the conversation, he's immediately speeding off to your place, so that he can fuck to exhaustion and you can both tend to your needs, to finally find sleep in his warm embrace after those sleepless hours.

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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.”
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your vibrator dies!
꒰ content ꒱ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ wally west x fem!reader, smut
His fingers curl inside you all the while he starts vibrating them. Your hips jerk, and a tiny whine leaves you. "wally," you breathe out.
"Hmm? Can your toy do that, baby?" he say's all smug. You'd called him complaining about how your vibrator had died. Naturally he sped over to yoour place instantly.
"wals, faster," you beg, even with his super speed you wanted more—needed it, needed him.
"greedy girl," he mutters and kisses both your cheeks. Then, the bastard leans back, fingers leaving you, your pussy clenching around nothing.
Your head falls back. "First my vibrator beytrays me, and now my boyfriend," you groan patheticly.
Wally tilts his head, his hands lingering at the waistline of his boxers. "I mean I was gonna give you something better but…
You perk up. "I love you." you pause. "alot." you look up at him with wide, pleading eyes.
"Love you too, babe," he mutters, leaning closer. He kisses you slowly before giving you what you've been waiting for.
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if your wondering why this is so badly written and short it’s cause i wrote this at a restaurant 💀and just posted it