#sub male reader

You grunt, turning on your side. "No?" You shake your head. "Ah, so mean." He sighs, but moves to sit up. He leans over just enough to kiss your shoulder and retreat into the bathroom to take care of his problem himself. The morning moves quickly after that, and Dick plants an even longer smooch against you before heading out later.

You can just tell that today is just gonna be one of those days.

The texts he sends you later aren't surprising, expected, really. It was more of a when than an 'if'. You're just pleased he takes more care in taking his nudes than he used to. Not that Dick has ever been unphotogenic, but a half-assed cock shot doesn't exactly get you going.

He's in his work uniform, clearly hidden away in one of the bathroom stalls. The photo is taken from the above angle, capturing his smug face with a bit of his tongue stuck out and his off-hand that's holding his soft cock.

'Thinking of you 💋'

You respond with only a thumbs up to fuck with him.

Okay, maybe you're being mean, but it's not like you're totally blowing him off. Dick is into the cold shoulder; it means he can turn up his antics and flair so long as you're willing to still be in the same room as him. That's fine; he's a performer after all.

"Honey, I'm home!" Your lover purrs, swinging back through the designated window of your apartment. In his off-hand is some takeout, your favorite- how kind. Again, expected. As he should. You feign a disinterested hum, turning another page of your book. "Why hello to you too, oh lover of mine." He sassed, dropping by you to plant a kiss and toss the food on the kitchen counter.

He also pretends not to notice the glance you spare at his ass. That much goes unsaid. Dick stretches, taking his time to flex all his muscles before sauntering back over. He smells, but you've gotten used to that post-patrol perfume the same as if he were wearing a high-end cologne. "Baby...honey, angel, lover." He pouts, tossing the book you easily let go of aside. Dick makes himself comfortable in your lap, really settling in close so that the soft bulge of your cock nudges between his asscheeks. "Mh, are you mad at me?" No, you're not. "You sure?" Yes. "Promise?" He breathes against your mouth. Yes. "C'mon then, lemme see you."

Blindly, through connected lips, Dick fishes you out of your pants. He doesn't need to actually see you to feel you, though. He knows the brand of boxers, and the exact pair from touch alone. He also knows you're just as into this as he is; the cup in his jockstrap is the only thing preventing you from seeing that. Though his skin runs hot, the fabric of his suit is still cool from insulation and Bludhaven's breeze. Dick's hands find yours to pull around himself, melting in against you. The difference between your soft pajamas and his sleek night shift uniform with the position you're in only strings him higher. That, and your cock between his ass.

"Love you so much, y'know that?" Dick pants, refusing to part away more than an inch. "No matter how mean you, mh, are to me. You know m' into that shit." Way to state the obvious. Still, you're much in the same boat, hard between his cheeks. So you can't say much.

"You don' wanna play? Not like that? S'fine, baby, s'all...all good. Dickie boy'll take whatever you give him. Whatever." He breathes, drool pooling between where you're connected. "Cause m'good for it, yeah? M'good for you."

That's...debatable, but he is always sweet.

"What'll it be, baby? You want me?" Dick moves to smile against your ear. All husk and needy. Cute.

"I dunno baby, what do you think?" He'll sigh, combing over the side of your face with all the faux disinterest he can imagine while sitting over your knee. Dick will ignore all your giggling and purring to hum and contemplate aloud what he'll do to you next. "What does my sweetheart want to do today? Should I...tie you up? Bound you? Lock your precious hands and feet together? Hm?" He'll muse, tapping your chest for emphasis.

When Dick rides you, he narrates as if he were the one fucking you instead. "This hole is so tight for you, yeah? Yeah?" He'll groan, gripping your face in place to keep the eye contact going. Grinding his hips down onto yours in a slow yet torturesly deep pace. "Fuck, yeah, it is."

Sometimes, when the pleasure becomes too much, when both of you melt into a boiling puddle of passion and love, you start hearing things in your own mind in his voice. Moaning and bitching about how well you're doing for him, it only makes you flush more. Seriously, if you ever relayed that to him, you're sure he'd never let you live it down,

Other times, he purposefully ignores what you're so blatantly pleading for. Turning you into a pile of mush underneath him. "Mh? Is it this? Is this what you want, my love?" He'll coo whilst merely rubbing up against you. Teasing your tip in and out of his hole til you're squirming. Dick will shrug fondly, shaking his head. "I guess if it can't be helped..."

it's ,,, apparently too much to ask him for alone time. it's either;; "you're being selfish!" he snaps. / "you're being mean..." he sulks.

- leaving it up to you, to having to begrudgingly cheer him up... he proceeds to smother you with affection. you don't even realize how selfish you are for wanting to be alone!! 

why? why would you ever want to be alone when you've got a soulmate who'd do fucking anything for you? who makes sure your tummy is full and your dick is drained...

... all he does for you, and you want to be left alone?

you,,, wanted to go out and enjoy the night by yourself. have some peace and quiet without your soulmate nagging and milking your dick, leaving you completely drained...!! you were a fool to think you could enjoy the night.

... which was promptly ruined..!!! with a bag thrown over your head and manhandled into a moving van. struggling is futile. you know it's your boyfriends doing...

;; "what have i told you about leaving without telling me first?!" he seethes. glaring distastefully. his thick arms crossed over his chest, that only accentuates his squishy pecs. you're transfixed. "you fucking know better. why can't you listen? are you trying to upset me on purpose-?! i don't even know why you would-"

ur big albino gangster boyfriend!!! ;; who's just looking out for you,,, who knew you were doing something you weren't supposed to be doing... being his fucking soulmate and all - he hates to get too rough, you know? but in the end, that's all he can do to reprimand you. nothing else seems to work besides a good ol rub n tug... but even then. he really doesn't like making you cry... the only tears he likes to see in ur eyes are from happiness and pleasure. he's thoughtful like that.

- "i'm sorry." ... you're distracted. it's hard to focus when this is sooo repetitive n boring and you just cant be fuckin bothered anymore. his pecs are so big... you know if you ask, he'll let you suck on them again.

- "do you even know what you're apologizing for?" 

- was this a trick question...? has he found out about ur other transgressions youve managed to commit behind his back..? it was too easy. he has a knack for pulling a fast one on you... make you second guess yourself. umm. "... no?" 

;; "i-i'm sorryy..." you whimper against his lips. teary-eyed from how good hes making you feel,,,, messily kissing,, weak to his split tongue overpowering yours and the swell of his ass grinding against your erection,,, knowing just how to get you to submit. he pulls away, a thick lewd string of saliva connecting you together - 

cooing at his crybaby soulmate - practically foaming at the mouth with cuteness aggression. "aww!! kyaaaa how could i stay mad at you!!"

;; and... witnessing him killing someone for the first time instead of beating someone senseless,,,... as a show of dominance? intimidation act??  showing you what he's capable of. he would never do this to you... just a warning~!

"i hope you don't look at me any different!" - when ur lowkey vomiting ,,, vision tunneling seeing him laugh and brush the corpse off,,,,

and wouldnt you know it. you ,, just,,, can't look at him the same.

he's annoyed you can't seem to hold eye contact anymore,,,, always finding reasons to get away from him... "hey i thought you were desensitized... wtf" so he corners you. fucking himself on you, like everythings normal,,, he's making you feel better.

;; "maybe i should break your legs. then you wouldn't be able to leave me."

- "i'm not leaving you - i'm j-just running errands!"

heh. nice fucking try. - "and i'm saying no. you're staying here. we can go run errands in a little bit. come cuddle with me."

;; bad ending... in which he's more rough, as you rejected him from the very moment he stepped in your apartment that faithful night,,,, miraculously, he let's it happen!! for- "my baby will realize what he's missing." which is to say, his love. and his asshole!!!

mumbling to himself, glaring down at the nudes he's taken of you without ur knowledge,,, his sweet boy. his soulmate. he sighs dreamily, "we'll... get through this. it's funny, you think you can avoid me." 

you should've just given in. now you're handcuffed to a rusty pipe in his basement,,, wearing nothing but a shirt and socks ; overstimulated from the faintest brush of air hitting your aching prick, twitching harsh in need,,, overloaded with the most potent aphrodisiacs he could get his hands on. see! you're submitting so well now! you just needed a little push ♡

"you ready to be good?" he coos. his fingertips brush against the apple of your cheek,,, swiping tears off. you only sob harder

and he snorts at how desperately ur hips hump air at the slightest touch. just what he likes to see,,,, "i hate when you cry..." your self-proclaimed lover; kidnapper - amongst other things, sighs softly. "but i hate it even more when you don't listen..." he's tried to be nice. even but you just... you just needed a little push. this is working out so great. 

he crouches over ur face when he's stuffed full of ur cum,,,, his half-hard cock drooping over ur face,,,, his semen leaking hole over ur mouth. look!! look babe!! its mealtime !!