I Like Super Stuff Too Much

it starts as an accident. these things often do

peacemaker doesn't mean to send a dick pic to vigilante of all people

really, it’s vigilante’s fault that it happens. chris has been Trying to sext with some hottie all night, but vij won’t stop texting him. totally interrupting his flow.

said hottie sends him a picture. chris, ever the gentleman, is gonna send one back, Obviously.

then vigilante sends him some stupid meme

chris clicks send on his photo and puts his phone down to go grab some water. he’s pretty sure he’ll need it

he doesn’t even realize he’s sent his to the wrong person until he gets back and finds that not only has the hottie not said anything, but vigilante has

🧜‍♀️ Woah dude! That’s so awesome!

peacemaker doesn’t know what that means until he opens the text chain and sees his pic there

yeah, obviously he’s a little embarrassed about the fuck up, but he’s not really a guy who lets himself get embarrassed, so mostly he’s just annoyed

he’s halfway through a Scathing message when vij sends another text

🧜‍♀️ Should I send one now????

💪 what?

💪 no dude!

💪 it was an accident

🧜‍♀️ you accidentally took a great photo of your dick?

peacemaker stares at that message for a minute. The annoyance fades just a little, only because it is a great photo, and he can’t help but be a little flattered that vij recognizes that

💪 the pic was on purpose, sending it to you was an accident

🧜‍♀️ ohhhhhhhh

🧜‍♀️ well that makes way more sense

🧜‍♀️ congrats to the lucky recipient! I bet they’ll be drooling all over their phone, P

and that’s all that happens. peacemaker sends the photo to the right person, and the night goes back to where he thought it was going in the first place

but then a couple weeks later, he’s talking to someone else. and he keeps trying to take a photo but…something’s off. he’s not sure if it’s the angle or what, but it just doesn’t look good enough for some reason, he thinks

it’s frustrating because he’s also not really a guy to get insecure in this regard, but he’s just not sure it’s good enough

and then he remembers what happened before. and no, peacemaker still isn’t exactly thrilled with the idea of sending dick pics to vigilante.

it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before (they’ve had a few threesomes at this point), but photo form feels…different

but vij called the last photo great. said it was awesome

💪 if I ask you for help with something are you gonna be weird about it?

🧜‍♀️ of course not!!

🧜‍♀️ what do you need?

🧜‍♀️are we killing someone?

he breathes out through his nose with a huff, debating with himself on if this is worth doing

then he sends it anyway

💪 do you think this one looks okay?

🧜‍♀️ okay????

🧜‍♀️ P, that thing is glorious

a smile twitches at his lips, even as he shakes his head at vigilante’s stupidity

💪 you really think so?

🧜‍♀️ are you kidding?

🧜‍♀️ it’s even better than the last one

🧜‍♀️ your thighs look soooo muscular

🧜‍♀️ plus you totally have cum gutters

🧜‍♀️ your cock is just like the cherry on top

🧜‍♀️ a really long fleshy cherry

💪 gross

💪 thanks man

he’s pretty sure that counts as vij being weird about it, but it does make him feel better, so he decides not to mention it

and with that, peacemaker feels satisfied, and he sends the pic to its intended person with a smile on his face

it’s only a few days later that vigilante needs him to return the favor

🧜‍♀️ peacemaker I need your help

🧜‍♀️ 911

🧜‍♀️ urgent

peacemaker rolls his eyes, but responds

💪 what’s wrong dude

🧜‍♀️ I’m trying to take a dick pic & I can’t figure out how to make it look good like yours

🧜‍♀️ please help me

💪 what? no!

💪 I’m sure it’s fine

🧜‍♀️ PLEASE P

🧜‍♀️ I know it’ll never look as good as yours do but you’re the only one I trust to make it better

🧜‍♀️ it’s what BFFs do 🥺

he groans. it’s not what best friends do, and they’re not best friends anyway

but he can’t help but feel a little flattered. so he relents

💪 fine. lemme see it

vigilante had not been exaggerating. it was a terrible photo

💪why is there a book under it

🧜‍♀️I thought it would look better if I propped it up

🧜‍♀️so it’s easier to see

🧜‍♀️and the book makes me look smart

💪putting your dick on a book does not make you look smart bro

💪 are you actually hard?

🧜‍♀️ it totally makes me look smart!

🧜‍♀️ but no not really

💪 why would you take a dick pic when you’re soft?

🧜‍♀️ I don’t know, I figured if I propped it up it wouldn’t matter

💪 no one wants to look at a flaccid penis sitting on a copy of goddamn pride and prejudice

🧜‍♀️ well I’m sure there’s someone who does

🧜‍♀️ should I use a different book?

🧜‍♀️I have lord of the flies and the 5th edition dungeon masters guide both in arms reach

💪 no books

💪 make your cock hard

🧜‍♀️ alright, fuck

🧜‍♀️bossy

💪 you asked me for help!

🧜‍♀️ fine

🧜‍♀️give me a minute

peacemaker rolls his eyes and waits awkwardly, sighing at his phone

the next photo comes a couple minutes later. this one is better, more normal, although still not great

💪 why are holding it up so much

🧜‍♀️ I don’t know how much you’re supposed to angle it

💪not that much

💪 you look stiff

🧜‍♀️ I am! you told me to get hard

💪 no dumbass

💪your body looks stiff

💪 you need to relax

💪 just let it lay there

🧜‍♀️ but I’ve been told I have beautiful hands

💪 ??? by who

💪actually dont fucking answer that

💪 if you want your hand in there you can hold it. just don’t hold it up like that. make it look like you’re stroking it, not carrying a flag

🧜‍♀️ okay I think I’ve got this

💪and turn off your fucking flash

💪makes your dick look like a serial killer in a shitty interrogation room

vigilante sends a thumbs up

there’s another few moments where peacemaker stares blankly at his phone, wondering how he got himself into this, before it lights up with a new message

this one is…pretty good, actually

his own cock stiffens just a little with interest, but he ignores that

this is just two bros helping each other out

💪 way better

💪 I like that you got your lower abs in the shot. impressive angling

💪 and the lamp is really nice. the warm light makes you look less freakishly pale

vigilante doesn’t seem to notice the dig

🧜‍♀️ really? :)

🧜‍♀️ you mean it?

💪 yeah man, you’re good to go

🧜‍♀️ thanks buddy!

🧜‍♀️You the 💣 !

🧜‍♀️ (that means you’re the bomb!)

and that’s it. they both move on with their nights

but it changes something, just enough. unlocks a new layer to their relationship.

after that, it becomes standard.

it’s not always dick pics, of course

in fact it’s usually not

more often than not they’re thirst traps more than anything else

well defined chests, muscular thighs, quivering biceps

vigilante goes through a lot of trial and error with ass pics for a while. but he gets there

eventually the two of them literally do not send a nude(etc) to anyone without sending it to the other first

Vigilante gives the Weirdest compliments and Peacemaker always pretends to be annoyed by them but secretly it pumps his ego more than anything else

🧜‍♀️ oh this one is positively effervescent

💪 dude I’m not gonna send you these if you’re gonna act gay

🧜‍♀️ ??? what’s with the internalized homophobia ???

🧜‍♀️ you have sex with men all the time?

💪 yeah but I’m not all girly about it

💪 just be cool and tell me if my bulge looks good

🧜‍♀️ I’m super cool

🧜‍♀️ and it’s beautiful. like the crown Princess of bulges. the fairest in the land

🧜‍♀️ but I mean like in a manly way

Peacemaker sighs to himself. He sighs a lot when they do this

💪 …

💪 thanks

Another time, this one a post gym thirst trap

🧜‍♀️ they’re gonna want to slurp those veins out like spaghetti noodles

💪 is that…a good thing?

🧜‍♀️ duh! who doesn’t like spaghetti?

Another time, another dick pick

🧜‍♀️ it’s like a body pillow

🧜‍♀️ I’d snuggle that thing for hours

🧜‍♀️ I mean hypothetically

🧜‍♀️ not me

🧜‍♀️ but someone would

On the other hand, peacemaker is careful to withhold compliments as much as he can

Truth be told vigilante gets the hang of taking nudes(etc) pretty quickly

But chris knows that vig’ll get way too big a head if he thinks that peacemaker actually Likes his pictures

So he finds something to criticize or correct in every one, even if it’s stupid

💪 bad lighting. get closer to your lamp

Another time

💪 there’s too much empty space next to you, try moving a little to the left

After the criticisms would come compliments, although they always came across as begrudging as possible

💪 that looks good

🧜‍♀️ really? are you sure?

💪 if you managed to get someone willing to trade nudes with you, I’m sure they’ll be impressed by that

Vigilante never seemed to notice any veiled insult in the compliments, and that was fine

and that’s just how things go

two buds doing each other a favor in the way that only the best friends can, even if Chris won’t admit it

And if peacemaker ever Happens to be jerking off when vigilante sends a photo, and he just Happens to coincidentally get off while looking at it, that’s just a coincidence. No big deal

some of them are pretty good, anyway. Which is thanks to peacemaker himself. If anything, he’s getting off to his own skill and teaching

and besides, he’s arrogant enough that he’s pretty certain vigilante Totally jerks off to his photos

and he can’t blame him

It wasn’t that Clark like seeing you cry, of course.

Well, maybe that’s not true.

But it certainly wasn’t that Clark liked seeing you sad. He hated seeing you sad, in fact. Clark would do just about anything to keep you from being sad.

It was a twofold issue, really.

First of all, most of your tears came from what he would consider the right reasons. Tears of joy, tears of laughter, tears of pleasure. There wasn’t anything wrong with crying for good reasons, and there wasn’t any issue with him admiring it, right?

And second, as much as he hated to admit it, you were just so darn pretty when you cried. You were a self proclaimed “ugly crier”, but to Clark, that couldn’t be further from the truth. Even in the less pretty moments, the rawest moments, all he could think was how much you must trust him to be so vulnerable with him, and it only made him love you all the more.

But in the softer moments, the in between moments, oh were you a sight to behold. Lashes wet and fluttering, lips swollen into a pout, eyes a bit puffy and shiny with tears. It made him feel bad at first, the way he reacted to it. The way he couldn’t help but react to it. He’d been ashamed, at first, had almost cried himself when you’d asked him about it one day. He’d been surprised when you told him that you didn’t mind it. He’d been shocked when he find out that you liked it.

So no, of course he didn’t like seeing you sad, but Clark couldn’t deny he liked seeing you cry.

And right now, he definitely couldn’t deny it.

Not with the way your eyes shimmer with tears while your walls are fluttering around his cock.

He’s only half way in, rutting in and out as gently as he can manage.

You’d told him what you wanted, simpering but no longer shy about these things. And Clark was not one to deny you what you wanted, including denying you what you wanted.

Which was why he’d been teasing you for an hour. You were at the edge of the bed, legs spread to welcome him between them, hips propped on a pillow. For most of that time, just the tip of his cock had been inside you. Normally, he would’ve take his time to stretch you open, make you come as many times as he can before he buried himself inside you. But tonight, you’d implored him to try a different method, to get you ready for him not with his usual prep but with your own pure neediness.

You had already been whimpering when he’d slid his dick through your folds, slipped the head inside you. He’d put one steadying hand on your hip, brought the other to brush gently against your clit. When you’d tried to squirm, he’d pushed down on you just a little, pinning you to the mattress without a second thought or more than a finger twitch worth of effort.

His fingers had swirled slowly, softly, around your clit. In hardly a moment your toes had been curling, breath turning heavy. And just as quickly as the wave of pleasure had started to rise, it had receded as Clark’s fingers suddenly stilled.

You’d whined, cried out, bit your lip, begged, but still Clark had held steady, infuriatingly patient and gentle with you even when he chidingly clucked his tongue at your actions. He’d edged you over and over again, relishing in the way your arousal had started to flood around the fat head intruding between your spasming walls to drip down his cock.

It wasn’t until a single tear had trailed down your face that he had finally allowed himself to sink further in, letting out a feverish groan.

He’d gotten half in with ease before he’d you’d started squeezing him even tighter. He paused, dragging back out a little, fucking in and out of you slowly.

“You’re just so tight, honey,” He cooed, frowning in mock apology, holding and caressing your face in one hand, “Maybe I should just pull out, huh? Maybe you just can’t take it.”

“I can take it!” You’re trying to sound determined, he knows you are, but all he can focus on is the way your breath hitches at his words. Your hands scrabble to his shoulders, trying to tug him closer to you, as your legs lock together behind his back.

He doesn’t yield to your pulling, can’t help but let out a little laugh at the attempt. His thumb trails over to drift across your lower lip, and your breath catches when you see the pure love and adoration in his eyes when he looks at you, even as he lets lustful teasing overtake his voice, “I’m sorry, sweetheart. It’s just too much for you.”

He pulled out almost all the way, just the smallest intrusion that still feels unbearably big to you. Tears were flowing more freely down your cheeks as you desperately tried to wiggle forward, force him back inside you.

“It’s not too much!” You insisted, struggling against the hand that’s pinning your hip down again, “It’s not too much, I need it, please. Please, Clark.”

He almost would’ve felt bad for being so mean to you if he didn’t know how much you really liked this.

“Hmm,” He pulled the rest of the way out, ignoring your broken whine. Tapping his dick gently against your folds, like he really had to think about it, he savored the sound of it hitting your soaked skin. He eased just the head back inside you after a moment, telling you, “I guess we could try one more time.”

His hips snapped forward, filling you completely, his balls pressed against your ass.

“Thank you,” You gasped out like the wind had been knocked out of you, and still you scrambled to pull him down again, have him closer to you. He relented this time, hovering his chest over hours, letting you wrap your arms around him, nails digging into his back as you moaned, “Yes, fuck, thank you, yes!”

“You’re clamping down on me,” The casualness of his tone doesn’t match the fast pace he’d immediately taken on, ramming into you, “Really baby, I think I’m just too big for you. I think I should probably just pull out. Don’t wanna break my favorite pussy, y’know?”

You’d been protesting his words, a string of background babble he only half listened to. But suddenly you let out a long, debauched whine, hips frantically bucking up into him as you pleaded, “Break me! Clark, please break me.”

It take serious effort to hold back on his strength, to refrain from literally fucking you through the mattress. He slipped his thumb past your lips, letting out a moan as you sucked on it. Your lashes were clumped and sticky with tears, face shiny, eyes wide and red and desperate.

“It’s not fair, what you do to me,” He pants out, bringing his other hand to your clit once again. You cried out around his thumb at the feeling of the light touch, just as slow and gentle as it had been before even now, even as he was pounding into you so hard that you were certain you could feel him all the way in your throat, “Not fair how worked up you get me. Not fair that you’re so pretty when you cry.”

That did it, sent you flying over the edge, eyes rolling back in your head. You verged on possessed, wailing and writhing, entirely losing yourself in the pleasure.

Clark concentrated as he fucked you through it before he let go, let himself tip over that edge too. He’d been pent up for a while, but the all consuming need to please you had been the number one thing on his mind. But now, taking in the way your dripping pussy hugged his too big cock, the way you seemed to melt and shatter in tandem, the way you sobbed with rapture, he couldn’t hold himself back anymore.