Taylor Sage

Title: Cold Hands Pairing: Leonard Snart (Captain Cold) x Reader Rating: Mature (suggestive/steamy Setting: Waverider – post-mission, late at night

this is my first fic back in a long time 😅

You weren't supposed to fall for him.

Leonard Snart was cold. Calculating. Quietly dangerous. But somewhere in between the whispered quips and the way he always stood between you and danger without ever making a big deal about it, he became something else entirely.

And tonight, you saw it again. On the mission, when the bounty hunter had you dead to rights, and Len had snapped — firing his cold gun with a ferocity you'd never seen, eyes wild, jaw clenched.

You’re still shaking when you slip into the Waverider’s galley, hoping for silence. What you get is him, already there, sitting in the shadows nursing a scotch, eyes on you like he expected you.

“You gonna tell me what the hell that was?” you ask, voice tighter than you intend.

Len doesn’t flinch. Just raises his glass lazily. “That guy looked at you wrong.”

“Wrong? He had a blaster to my head.”

“Exactly.”

You cross your arms, standing stiff in the dim light. “So you decided to turn him into a human popsicle? I can take care of myself, Snart.”

He rises then. Slow. Intentional. Like he’s stalking toward you — not out of threat, but like gravity’s made him yours.

“Not the point,” he murmurs, stopping just inches from you. “Maybe you can. Doesn’t mean I’m going to stand there and let it happen.”

His voice is low, rough. It brushes down your spine like velvet over ice.

You look up at him — really look. At the way his hair’s still tousled from the fight, at the bruise blooming on his jaw. At those eyes that never stop watching, as if waiting for you to bolt or lean in.

And suddenly the tension snaps.

“Len…” you whisper, unsure if it’s a warning or a plea. He steps closer. Now there’s barely space between you. His hand lifts — hesitant for once — to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“You scare the hell out of me, you know that?” he says, voice hoarse.

You blink. “Me?”

He gives a dry, almost bitter laugh. “Yeah. You make me want things I shouldn’t.”

The air is thick between you now — heated, heady.

Your hands find his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt without meaning to. “Then maybe,” you whisper, “stop holding back.”

That’s all it takes.

He kisses you like he’s been dying to. Desperate, firm, all cold lips and warm breath. His hands are suddenly on your waist, tugging you flush against him. You gasp into his mouth — and he swallows it like a promise.

He walks you backward, pinning you lightly against the cool metal wall. The cold of his touch when his fingers slip under your shirt is a shock — but the heat between you is blinding.

You moan softly into his kiss, and he groans low in his throat.

“You sure about this?” he murmurs against your skin, lips brushing down your jaw.

You nod, breathless. “Are you?”

He grins — slow, wolfish. “Sweetheart… I’ve been sure since the day you punched a time pirate in the face.”

Your laugh is cut short when his mouth meets yours again, deeper this time. The kiss is messy and hungry and real. The air between you practically crackles as his hands explore, not rushing, but definitely not innocent.

Everything else — the ship, the time stream, the consequences — melt away.

Warning-Oral smut,

You bit your lip harshly as you tried to keep a handle of the noises threatening to spill out of you, tugging at the ropes that kept your hands tied above your head. Alex growled at that, head between your legs and peering up at you with his mesmerizing brown eyes.

His tongue continued to work it’s magic on you, bringing you towards the edge at an alarming rate. Alex Karev was talented in many areas, everyone knew that. But this was one area only you were able to sample his expertise in.

He let out another appreciative grumble as he felt your pussy clench on his fingers. Two of them continued to fuck into you at a toe-curling pace, stroking parts of you that you’d never be able to reach on your own. His mouth worked steadily on your clit, sucking rhythmically in a way that only served to hypnotise you further. Every time the flat of his tongue licked over the bundle of nerves, you couldn’t help but jolt, doing your best to bite back a squeak.

Are you going to cum babygirl?” He barely pulled away from you, lips still brushing your clit as he spoke. The sound of his voice comforted you yet it’s predatory edge did the opposite. You nodded eagerly, still biting your lip and screwing your eyes shut to escape the intensity of the situation.

“Uh huh…” You let out a muffled sound despite your best efforts.

“What was that sexy girl ?”

“Yes Alex!” You wheezed, face turning red. You couldn’t help but buck your hips up, trying to get his mouth back on you again. Alex smiled, satisfied.

“Good girl…”

You let out a choked sound, the sensations feeling overwhelming but addicting at the same time. Alex watched you closely through his lashes. He crooked his fingers just right inside you, fucking them into you at a faster pace than before. He sucked harshly at your clit, brushing his teeth against it lightly and revelling in the little squeak you failed to keep under wraps.

No matter how long you’d been dating Alex, you always did your best to keep quiet in the bedroom. Whether it was from shyness or the prospect of being overheard Alex didn’t know but it was beginning to frustrate him. So tonight, he’d do his best to change that.

“Cum for me, baby…”

And you did, practically at his command. Your breath came out in punches as your entire body was overcome with convulsions, straining against the ties of your wrists. Your legs shook around Alex's head, squeezing and releasing as each wave of pleasure came over you. The man hummed in satisfaction as he felt your wetness on his tongue, your pussy squeezing his fingers impossibly tight.

But for the most part, you stayed annoyingly silent, letting out a few breathy gasps yet pressing your lips tightly together whenever you wanted to be louder. It only made Alex more determined.

He pulled away once you’d ridden out the last waves of your release, body going lax against him and legs flopping back onto the mattress. You stared at him in awe with glazed over eyes, still riding the endorphin high. You looked every bit the debauched mess that Alex wanted you to be. He observed you closely, eyes briefly flicking up to your wrists to check you weren’t cutting off your own blood supply.

While you caught your breath, body still relaxed, Alex took the opportunity to manoeuvre you how he wanted. He hauled himself up onto the mattress from where he’d been kneeling on the floor between your legs and spread your thighs. He sat between your legs, moving one so it was around his waist while using his own leg to pin down the other. The position left your swollen, sopping wet pussy wide open for him.

He couldn’t help but groan at the sight of it, still twitching and clenching around nothing where it was oversensitive. It was at this point that you began to take note of the position you found yourself in. You were completely vulnerable and exposed to him, unable to move your arms or your legs. You struggled weakly against his hold, testing Alex’s strength only to find it was far superior to yours.

“Now, baby…” He started, stroking up and down your inner thighs. “I’m feeling very generous tonight, so lets see if you can cum again, hmm?” He didn’t wait for a reply, trailing his fingers down your thighs again until they came to your oversensitive, wet heat.

You made a startled sound when he slipped two fingers inside you easily, already clenching and curling your toes. When his other hand came to rub your clit softly, you couldn’t help but start straining against him, trying to escape the sensations as you clenched your jaw shut.

In his mercy, Alex started with softer touches before working his way up, wanting to overstimulate you but not the point of causing any real problems. But that didn’t stop a pained sound passing your lips as you squirmed against him, eyes closed. His touch was a constant, unrelenting pressure. His fingers inside you continued to fuck into you hard, jabbing somewhere that made you see stars. His other hand rubbed your clit just as harshly. The dual stimulation was far too much and you thought you might pass out at any second.

“Let me hear you baby…” Alex hummed, smirking in satisfaction as you twitched helplessly beneath him. “Tell me what you need…”

You let out a whimper, face bright red as you struggled to obey him. Being loud didn’t come naturally to you but you didn’t want to disappoint him.

“Please!” You squeaked out, wanting more than anything to cover your face with shame.

“What do you want, princess?”

“It’s too much! I-“ You cut yourself off with a loud, drawn-out whimper that erupted from you without warning. You were a shaking mess beneath him, completely at his mercy. Alex’s touch was like fire against you but you were no longer sure if you wanted it to stop.

“Talk to me Y/n, let me hear you.”

You could do little more than pant and beg, and Alex knew it. Smirking, he added another finger, your pussy easily accommodating the extra stretch. You whined as he pressed against you more firmly. You twitched every time his fingers rubbed your clit just right and you thought you might be losing your mind.

“I-please!”

“Are you going to cum again for me?” You nodded. “Sexy Goddess…” He breathed. “Go ahead then, show me how much you love this.”

His gaze was intense as he caught your eyes, holding yours for a moment before they began to roll back into your head. You came again, harder than you ever had before.

“Alexx!”

You jerked against him as Alex continued to rub you through your orgasm, teetering on a knife edge between pleasure and pain. The shudders were uncontrollable, as were the noises coming from your mouth. You weren’t sure what you were saying at that point, only that you were being obscenely loud. The thought of it only served to make you more aroused.

Alex pulled his fingers out of you with a wet sound. If you had the energy to blush, you would’ve. He continued to rub your clit softly for a few more moments, revelling in the unrestrained whimpers you let out as your body jolted.

“You’re such a good girl…” Despite it all, you smiled at the praise. “And you sounded so fucking gorgeous for me, I almost finished in my own fucking pants. You shouldn’t keep all those delicious noises to yourself, Baby…”

You looked down, suddenly shy at the fact Alex had heard you like that. When you looked away, he clicked his tongue disapprovingly. He took your chin in between two of his fingers and tilted your head up to give you a messy kiss. You whimpered into his mouth when he bit softly at your tongue.

Edging(Rio(Good Girls)X reader)

Warnings-Smut

A/n-Rio from Good Girls 🔥🥵

It’s an innocent mistake that lands her in this position, but this is just cruel and Rio knows that, a smirk on his lips and eyes lit up like he’s never been so delighted.

Unaware that this was her fate, she had come home thinking a “sorry, won’t do it again” would suffice, but it clearly wasn’t enough as he had offered her nothing but a nod in her direction and then asked her quietly to wait for him upstairs.

Her dead phone lays heavy in her hand as she sighs and heads upstairs, rolling her tense neck to at least try to get the knots out. When it deems as useless, she plugs her phone into the wall and lays on her stomach on the bed with a heavy thud, waiting for her boyfriend to come upstairs and maybe love on her a bit.

Rio has different plans.

Within the next few minutes, he’s on top of her, fully clothed and an evil glint in his eye that makes her own widen with anticipation. Her hands are pressed into the mattress and her body immobile as Rio rests only a bit of his weight on her hips. He kisses her neck tenderly and rubs his nose against her jaw. It seems innocent until he whispers, “You made me wait hours, mama. Didn’t know where you were. If you were safe or not. Now it’s your turn to wait.”

She pouts, tilting her head down in hopes to get a kiss. “My phone was dead.”

“You have a charger in the car,” Rio says, voice muffled. “Your friends have phones.”

“Right, but they left before I did and I didn’t wanna bother them. You know how I am around new people especially–”

“Shut up.”

She hesitates. “What?”

He picks his head up and meets her eyes, pressing on her wrists harshly. His eyes are colder than usual despite his sweet kisses. “I said to shut up.”

Her pants and underwear are abandoned somewhere along the floor and his head is in between her legs. They both know Rio’s mouth can be a wonderful thing, but it seems as if he’s deliberately gone out of his way to make her feel miserable tonight. Miserable with so much pleasure, her eyes keep rolling to the back of her head. The sounds coming from down there are so sinful, he can only imagine how it feels for his girl who keep trying to get more out of him.

It seems like a reward, but it becomes painfully aware to her that it’s most certainly not when her legs are quaking, pressing herself against his skillful tongue only to have him pull away and smack the inside of her thigh, his deep voice rumbling, “Hold it.”

Her hands press against his shoulders, pushing him back down eagerly. “I can’t hold it! I’m gonna–”

“You can,” Rio demands, smacking her thigh again. “And you will. Or I’ll take you over my knee and you’ll be sleeping alone tonight.” He would never let her sleep alone. He’s only bluffing, but it’s enough to get her to straighten and nod obediently.

He lifts her hips back to his mouth, nipping at the sensitive skin of her thighs, caressing the area after it aches with his tongue, kisses following after. He’s got a little routine. The foreplay that lasts way too long, biting and kissing, and then prodding her with his tongue, massaging himself gently into her. He’s got one thumb resting on the hood of her clit, slowly bringing it into play.

The first time he rubs her, she jolts, grabbing onto his head tightly, her stomach clenching. Rio pulls away and touches her hands, and pulls them away.

“Hands to yourself,” he tells her strictly, pinning them down and then releasing them. “I shouldn’t have to ask again.”

She nods breathlessly, raising her hips again to meet his mouth. “Please. I was so close…”

“Guess we have to start over.” He repeats his routine of torture, keeping her grounded with his hands. His lips pucker and kiss down her slit, tongue peeking out to help her build up her orgasm again.

“Told you not to do that,” Rio’s voice comes from between her legs again, the disappointment leaking out. He’s got a massive hand splayed over her stomach, elbows holding her thighs apart.

With a soft apology, she releases her hold on his head and pins her hands back to the mattress and takes a deep breath as if it’ll help her compose herself. It does little to ease her and before she can hold herself back, her fingers are taut around his head again, and Rio’s pulling away with a tsk.

She opens her mouth to whisper an apology again, but Rio’s hands are quicker. Her fingers are laced with his and besides her head. He leans down and connects their lips gently, using his thumb to caress her face gingerly. It helps her relax and her arched back slowly touches the mattress again, legs falling open.

Rio’s tongue darts out and touches her lips carefully, humming contently when she opens her mouth and lets him in. Once the kiss is leaving her breathless again, Rio’s hand lets go of one of her hands and trails back down the length of her torso and press against her left thigh. She whines, but allows him to press against her with his clothed crotch, gasping when he slowly begins rubbing the spot he’d been focusing on for the past fifteen minutes.

“S’too much,” she breathes, arching her back again, eyes flying open to hold onto Rio’s.

“Is it?” Rio challenges back, an arrogant brow raised. His hand presses against her thigh firmly, making sure she has no chance of closing her legs. “You were doing fine just a few moments ago. We’ve only just started.”

“And then you didn’t let me…fuck!” Her eyes close as he licks his thumb and then presses it to her clit. “You didn’t–”

Unable to finish her sentence, she gives in and sighs, head rolling to the side.

“I didn’t let you cum,” he finishes for her, a dimple on his cheek. “Oh baby, you know I have my reasons. You’re making me seem like the bad guy, sweetheart.”

“Reasons for which I apologized for,” she reminds him quietly, opening her eyes when he slowly slips in his middle finger inside of her. Her free hand twitches, aching to touch him in any way, but knowing he’ll be disappointed with her is enough to keep her touch to herself. “I didn’t do it on purpose.”

Rio shrugs, looming over her so he’s the only thing she sees and smells, knowing exactly how powerful his expensive body spray drives her insane. He licks his lips, glancing down at the beautiful girl who’s simply unable to take anymore, despite the fact that he’s already giving her so little.

“I know you didn’t,” he assures her with a scrunch of his nose. “But you’ll take your punishment like a good girl, won’t you? For me?”

“Gonna try,” she whimpers, throwing her head back when he pushes a second finger in, picking up a smooth rhythm.

“No. You’re not going to try, you’re going to be a good girl and I won’t take anything else.”

He looks down the where they’re connected and twists his fingers experimentally, basking in her soft noises.

“A-And how long are you going to do this?”

Rio smiles. “Until I’m satisfied.”

It doesn’t take long at all until she’s thrashing on the mattress again, biting her lip and trying to keep her sounds in her throat. Rio’s tongue is right above his fingers, the most sensitive spot on her body, the underside of her clit. It’s just pressed there, occasionally flicking just to have fun with her a little more. Her knuckles are tight, fingers holding onto the sheets under her in an attempt to steer away from his head.

There are tears leaking down her face, eyes shut so tight, it has her seeing stars. Her shoulders are tense, stomach hurting and her heart beating wildly as he brings or so close to spilling over to the other side, and right before she’s able to experience it, he withdraws himself and wipes his hands on the sheets.

“No!” she sobs, pressing her palms roughly into her eyes. “That’s not fair!” Her legs are still shaking even though he’s completely removed himself from her.

Rio pouts. “Baby. I never said I was going to be fair with you.” He hovers over her body and purses his lips. “Kiss?”

He’s fucking cruel.

But she nods anyways, grasping his jaw with her trembling hands and kissing his lips sweetly.

“Thank you,” he says curtly before roughly spreading her legs again. She yelps, adjusting herself to his needs. “You look like you’re going under.”

It’s just a mild observation, but it definitely answers her questions about the fatigue she’s feeling.

She struggles with coming up with an acceptable answer. “I’ll…try to stay over?”

Rio chuckles, licking his lips. “I don’t mind if you go under. Do you?”

She wants to nuzzle her face into his neck desperately and just fall asleep, but this ache in between her legs is the top priority right now. She subconsciously lifts her hips and gives him a sleepy pout. “Please? I’m good, right? I’m a good girl, Rio?”

He doesn’t respond, but he holds their eye contact as two fingers press into her and pick up where they’d left off. Her arousal is so heightened at this point, it’s impossible to not become putty in his hands. The both can hear how wet she is and the dire need for release, so when she tenses up and lets out a loud moan, he only plunges his fingers deeper, coaxing her on.

He presses his fingers against her favorite spot inside of her, making sure she’s feeling every ounce of pleasure for this final edge, whispering a soft, “let go,” before he feels her release finally.

His hand isn’t the only one that gets soaked. Her shirt is stained with her release, as are his jeans as she screams and squirts all over him. Rio quickly takes his fingers out of her and settles her down into the mattress as she rides out her high against his palm, a bulging vein in her neck protruding outwards.

Her moans are delicious and a serious high as he takes in the beautiful sight of his fucked out girlfriend. Once she’s relaxed, her limbs ease against the wet sheets and her eyes close, purely exhausted.

“Oops,” she mumbles, letting out a light sigh afterwards.

Rio’s still shaken from the mess she’s made, but he moves quickly because of how deep under she must be. He squeezes her hand briefly to let her know he’s still there before walking over to her dresser, opening the second drawer, pulling out a fresh pair of underwear and sweats. Although her shirt seems clean, he still pulls out a random top from his closet to cover her in afterwards.

“Hey,” he whispers, crouching down besides her. “Babygirl. You alright?”

She nods quietly. “Yeah.”

“Think you could open your eyes for me?”

This time, she shakes her head. “Too tired. Never done that before.”

Rio bites the inside of his cheek. “I know mama, but we’ve gotta clean you up. Wanna take a bath together?”

To his dismay, she shakes her head again. “Night night.”

“No,” he says firmly, standing back up. He takes the material he’s gathered and tosses them all over his shoulder, making sure they’re secure there before gathering her into his arms. “We’ve gotta make sure you’re all clean for bed, alright?”

She turns her head and presses her nose into his chest, inhaling deeply. “Squeaky,” she mumbles, humming softly. “Squeaky clean.”

He smiles. “Exactly. Squeaky clean. C’mon, we’re gonna get in the bath, and we’ll talk a bit and then you’ll take a nap, okay?”

“And you’ll be there?” she asks, rubbing her cheek against the fabric of his thin shirt. “Right there?”

“In the bath or in bed?”

He places her gently on the closed toilet seat, making sure she’d able to sit up properly before stepping to the side. She keeps a few bath bombs in the cabinet under the sink. Which one would she prefers this time?

“Both.”

Rio glances up at her sleepy eyes. She’s looking at him as if he’s the most wonderful thing that’s ever happened to her with her brows drooped and lips pouted. She leans down and rests her head on the sink.

there is a couple things i plan for 2023 Request are open but itll be slow for a while.

I have posted afew things that aren't on my masterlist yet I'll try and get that updated

Much love for those of you who have stuck with me for 2022. Its been a pretty goodyear for this blog and im excited to start getting back into it

This all being said theres a few charcters i plan on adding to my works. If theres any characters then id love to hear suggestions.

Request-None

When she first met you it was a stream of flirty compliments, extremely seductive smiles and flirty winks that made your heart melt and your face turn red.

By the end of your first date, Sara realized you were going to be so much more than just a fling.

When you get hurt Sara stays in the Med-bay with you even before you two get together.

Your all for Sara being Captain.

She loves when you call her captain *Wink*

Having a really intense and passionate relationship with her.

Sex all throughout time

Sometimes being Captain can be overwhelming

So as her S/O you take it upon your self to help her unwind and relax

Your a lifetime friend of him and Iris

Barry was so scared when he first realized that he had speed. So he came running to your apartment scaring the shit out of you.

cuddling all night under the blankets with Barry’s arms staying wrapped tightly around your waist

being woken up to vibrating fingers sliding up your thigh

Barry always getting an ego boost when he uses his powers to get your off

Giving him head as often as possible because it gets him flustered beyond compare

Barry is a very physical person. As in, he likes holding hands or wrapping his arm around you. Hugs are one of his favorite things, especially when he can hear your heartbeat

Barry being your best friend, your boyfriend, and your superhero.

You and Caitlin are really good friends too because you both are a little introverted

You were kidnapped by Captain Cold Once but they didn't hurt you because they just did it because they were bored it was actually a great experience

You and Lenny are now pretty good friends.

He will protect you at any cost

Cuddles Please. (Barry Allen x Reader)

A/n-Very short I really just wanted to write some Barry tonight. Sooo....

Barry pecks you on the lips quickly, before getting off the couch. You whine in response, and reaches out for him.

“Come back bare, I need my cuddles.” You sit up, and tugs at his long sleeve. He smiles at you, and starts taking off his hoodie.

“How about a trade, you get my sweater, and I get to do my job?” He bargains a difficult deal.

“Only if you come back after, I’m gonna miss you.” You reach out and pull on his hoodie, the sleeves just a bit too long, making it swallow you up. You hug yourself as you dwell in the scent of his cologne. He laughs at the act and pets your head as he passes by. You nestle yourself back underneath the still warm blanket, as you can hear him close the door to do some , a few minutes goes by and you can hear him and Cisco on the phone.

You reach out for the tv remote and puts on a brain dead show, it doesn’t take long before you dose off.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

You wake up by Barry yelling. You slowly sit up, and rubs your eyes in the process. The tv has been turned off, and the blanket has been pushed off to rest on the floor. You groan as get up and stretch from your nap on the couch. You fold the blanket up nicely and drape it over the couch, before walking into the kitchen. You grab two mugs and Hot chocolate mixes. One for you, and one for Barry.

The Hot Chocolate finishes after you’ve taken out the mugs and out them on the table. You take one in each of your hands as you walk over to his little home office. You try to knock on the door with your elbow, but that only results in you nearly spilling Hot cocoa onto yourself.

You settle on softly opening the door instead, you listen to Barry as he defends himself for the others.

“I’m telling you Cisco, Wally killed and vented in front of me.” His deep voice as he rambled to Cisco .

You look at the screen, Among Us, you should have realised that. It doesn’t take long before his little astronaut floats across the screen, with a message. BARRY was Not the Impostor. He jokingly trash talks cisco, and you try to stifle a laugh, before clearing your throat, finally catching his attention.

He mutters a quick “be right back.” To his chat. You wait patiently to walk closer until he has clearly muted himself and set down the headset.

“I come with Hot Cocoa.” You raise the cups, making the long sleeves on the hoodie fall down your arms a bit. You hand him his cup as you reach him.

“Oh, Y/N, baby, you didn’t have to.” Barry smiles as he takes a sip.

“No, but I did. And now I want a new deal, you get hot chocolate, and I get to cash in on my cuddles.” You raise your own cup to your face, and takes a sip looking in straight into his eyes. He chuckles at you.

“Come here.” He smiles and puts down his own cup.

Warning-light smut

“Baby, come on”, Nick whined as he kissed on your neck and shoulders.

“You need to calm down”, you laughed pushing his face from you as you continued typing away on the computer.

“Woman”, he groaned rolling his eyes. “Just take a shower with me it’ll be a quick one.”

“Nick go take a shower by yourself”, you spoke keeping your attention on the screen. “And no shower with you is quick. You’re always touching me and buttering me up.”

“Please”, he started, placing his hands onto your shoulders and leaning down so that his lips were by your ear. “I’ve been thinking about you all day, been wanting you all day”, his voice was so hypnotizing and you tried to resist him.

“I can’t, this report has to be in tomorrow night.”

“You have the rest of today and all of tomorrow to turn it in. Come take a small break with me, we’ll even go out to a nice dinner.”

He was so good at persuading and you absolutely hated it. He was so skilled at getting you to do basically anything he wanted. He had full control over you, but you don’t mind. Nor did you ever.

You raised up from the black rolling chair allowing him to grab your hand and stroll you towards the bathroom. You knew there was a smirk on his face and you rolled your eyes. This is why you hated giving in and letting him win. “Wipe that smirk off your face.”

“Maybe after you wipe this boner from my dick”, he chuckled.

“Oh, so that’s why you wanted me to join the shower?”

He shrugged. “And to save water.”

You rolled your eyes and giggled, sitting onto the sink counter as you watched him switch the shower faucet on and strip his clothes. You stared at his smooth back, his muscles contracting with every move he made. You wanted so badly to just run your tongue against his lotioned skin and kiss all over his flesh. He turned around, waking closer to you and crushed his lips to yours suddenly. You didn’t waste any time kissing him back, letting his fingers trail to tug your shirt from your body. You lifted your arms as he slid the clothing off before placing his lips on your neck. He pecked at your flesh, pulling your shorts down and placing them onto the floor. He moved all the way down, squatting so that he was eye level with your cunt. He smiled up at you wickedly before spreading your legs and placing a kiss on your covered area.

You placed your hand on his head. “Nickkk”, you whined. You brought him up to you, placing your lips on his as he gently placed you back down onto the ground. He unclasped your bra and let it fall to the ground as you started to pull your silky underwear down your legs. Nick pulled the shower curtain back and you bit your lip. “You know we could just walk to the bed”, you laughed.

“It’ll be more fun this way”, he grinned, stepping into the shower and helping you in after him. He pushed you against the wall, the scorching water burning through your skin. He started to kiss at your neck again, his hand moving down to play with your clit, applying pressure to the small nerve. “Nick, please”, you begged.

“Whatever you want.”

He grabbed you in his arms, sliding you up the wall as you wrapped your legs around his waist. He grabbed his hard length and shoved himself inside of you without a second thought. You cried out in pleasure, your head leaning against the wall and your nails scratching at Nick’s back as he thrusted into you continuously. You and Nick have only had shower sex one other time before this and it was months and months ago and you forgot how good the sensation was, taking you to a whole new world. Nick toothed at your sweet spot, thrusting slightly harder and much more faster. You didn’t know which was hotter, the steaming water dripping from the faucet or the even steamier sex you two were having.

Water relentlessly covered your faces, your hair sticking to your cheeks and body as he sustained his thrusting. He brought you to your high, cumming inside of you with a wide grin plastered onto his face. “That’s better”, he winked. He carefully placed you down, lifting your chin to kiss you once more.

“Now we can actually take a shower”, you smiled.

You grabbed your loofa, pouring your body wash onto it and rubbing your hand against the material under the water before pressing it to your skin and bathing. Nick was doing the same with his loofa, the strong smell of his cologned body wash filling the room. He rinsed himself off after bathing, grabbing your loofa and scrubbing at your back for you. You smiled at his sweet gesture and started to wash your hair. His scrubbing started to trail to your bum and you swatted his hand away causing him to laugh.

You turned around and placed some shampoo into Nick’s hair. He wrapped his arms around you and leaned down so you could have better access. “Is that the strawberry one?”, he asked. You nodded with a grin knowing he loved the smell of it. He placed more wet kisses to your lips and you couldn’t help but smile into them. How did you guys go from sexy love making to adorable dripping kisses? You didn’t know the answer to that, but it was you and Nick's thing.

Once you both were clean, he turned the water off, helping you out of the shower and following behind. He grabbed both of your towels and you started to dry yourself off as did he.

Warnings-smut,Thigh riding

A/n- I love my Dorky Sebastion so dang much💙

“Hi.” You say, a yawn escaping your lips as your bare feet pads against the floor.

“Morning Sweetheart.” Sebastian says, smiling when he feels your arms wrap around him, kissing his cheek.

“It’s 3, why didn’t you wake me up?” You asked, your hands going into his shirt feeling his hot skin.

“You were up late with the case and you needed the sleep.” He said, turning his head away from the tv, a giving you a kiss.

“You alright?” He asks as you kiss him back, but it was different?

“Yea why?” You ask.

“Don’t know.” Sebastian says his brows furrowing. “Cmere.” He says, and before you know it, he’s pulling you over the couch, and his kissing you again.

“I need to finish this.” he says pulling away after a few minutes, picking up the video game controller.

“Okay.” You said, laying across his lap. Your head on the pillows and middle half on his lap. Sebastian chuckles at your childlike behavior before re-entering his mission.

You watch Sebastian as he curses under his breath, and face scrunches up. But then you feel the pulsing between your legs again. That’s the main reason why you got out of bed. You needed this taken care of. But what’re you suppose to do? Ask him? No—t-that’s weird? Right?

Sebastians hand came down to your inner thigh, your shorts letting him feel the soft skin before he moved to your stomach, your shirt riding up. He smiled to himself as he lifted the shirt up higher, his hand smoothing over the soft warm skin. You smiled as Sebastian bit his lip, his eyes looking over the mission. He retracted his hand, both on the controller now. You let out a sigh.

“You alright?” He asked his eyes flickering down to you then back up at the screen.

“Ya.” You mumbled, but Sebastian only raised his brows. “How long is this?” You asked sitting up on his lap.

“Don’t know, sometimes 20 minutes sometimes an hour or two.”

“An hour or two?!” You asked eyes wide. Sebastian chuckles before looking at you.

“What’s wrong? Do you want something?” Sebastian asks softly, leaning up to kiss your lips, his eyes however still on the screen.

“No.” You mumble, He nods his head, not noticing anything at all. You then try to relax, it’ll be awhile. The feeling between your legs will go away sooner or later.

“Just relax Y/n/n.” he says, a hand coming around to let you wrap your arms around him. However when you move to straddle Sebastian, the position makes you straddle his thigh.

As soon as your weight falls on his thigh, you mouth falls agape, and your forehead falls on his shoulder. Your breathing gets heavier, softly rubbing your lower half on his thigh.

“Honey? Are you alright?” Sebastian asked, his hand coming up to rub your back. His thigh unintentionally flexing under you.

“Seb-“ you manage to get out, before your biting your lip.

“Y/n.” Sebastian says, licking his lips.

“Hmm?” You say trying not to give yourself away.

“You wanna ride my thigh?” Sebastian asks, making your eyes wide and your pulling away, so you can see his face.

“W-What?” You ask cheeks flushed. He smirks, before flexing his thigh again, making your mouth fall agape.

“Just start moving on my thigh Baby, it’s okay.” He said encouragingly.

“I-I don’t know what to do,” You said embarrassed. He got to another stopping point in the game, someone speaking on the game, he put the controller down.

“Just move your hips sweetheart,” Sebastian said, his hands on your waist, helping guide your movements. You sighed in pleasure as you started to feel some pressure. He helped your grind on his thigh, until you hit a spot.

“Fuck-“ a moan came out making Sebastian smile.

“Good job, keeping going angel.” He said letting you hold his shoulders, his hands now back on the controller continuing the game.

You continued to move on his thigh, finally finding the spot, your clit rubbing against his thigh. Sebastians eyes continued to flicker to his girl riding his thigh for the first time. “Such a good girl, your doing so good angel,” He said, now feeling the strain his gray sweats.

“Oh fuck—I-uhh-“ you moan, going faster on Sebastian's muscled thigh.

“You gonna cum?” He asks, tossing his controller to the side not caring anymore.

“F-fuck I’m so close Baby.” You whimper, your mouth hung open as you breath hard.

“I’m gonna help you.” Sebastian said as you nod frantically. He brings your shirt up, before tossing it away, his lips attaching to your nipple making you moan loudly.

“I’m close.” You say, Sebastian helping you move your hips faster.

“Cum for me baby.” Sebastian says sucking on your neck. With a few more movements, you were cumming, your back arching into his chest as you felt your panties get drenched. Your head fell on his shoulder, your arms wrapping around him as he felt your hot skin.

“Fuck Sebby.” You said against his skin, making him shiver.

“Like that?” Sebastian asks with a smirk. You nod your head, pulling away so you can kiss his lips. “I wanna taste angel.” Sebastian says with lust filling his eyes. He always did this, if he wasn’t eating you out, then he wanted a taste after.

“Go ahead.” You said, kissing his neck, sebastian smiled, his hand coming down the front of your shorts and into your soaked panties.

“Fuck.” He felt your juices, his fingers moving on your sensitive clit.

“Seb-“ you moaned out, feeling his finger go inside you, your back arching, you hips moving up, Sebastian's finger went deeper as you started to move your hips on his finger. “Fuck.” You moaned out , your head back as you moved up and down his, now two fingers, as he fingered you.

“So pretty.” He praises as he kissed your chest. And in seconds you were coming on his fingers. Sebastian smiled, taking his fingers out and straight to his mouth. His tongue stuck out as he licked around his fingers before putting them in his mouth and sucking his fingers. He hummed in pleasure as you watched, your body still hot.

Warnings-Smut

A/n-I love Wally 💙

Central City traffic was bad no matter what day of the week it was. It didn’t matter the time either it was bad all the time, but the day after Christmas had to be the absolute worst. There were millions of people traveling today and you and Wally happened to be two of those million.

What made everything worse was it had snowed and one of the highways was closed. Central City had turned into a nightmare.

The 5 was a 5 mile per hour crawl. You and Wally were entering hour 3 stuck in stop and go (mostly stop) traffic. Wally was frustrated. It was no longer a fun bonding experience between the two of you. It had turned into tired road rage with no way out.

You took a deep breath as you squeezed Wally’s hand, trying to get him to relax. “It will be over soon,” you assured.

“Not soon enough,” he grumbled. “I’m sorry. I just hate this. I want it to be over.” Wally knew he was being grumpy. This wasn’t the first time he had apologized to you for it.

“The best we can do is sit here and wait it out. We’ve already come this far. There is no use in exiting and waiting it out.” You took his hand to your lips and kissed his knuckles. There were only a few little gestures that relaxed Wally. This was one of them. You continued to rub the back of his hand and kiss it for the next half a mile.

Wally’s dark tinted windows had given you an idea though. He got them because they practically completed the car better than regular see through windows. You had to be focusing pretty hard in order to see into them.

You let go of Wally’s hand, him turning to you with a pout.

“Just wait. And relax.”

He looked back to the road but not for long. The second he felt your hand on his inner thigh he knew what was happening. He looked back to you, his hand atop yours to stop you from going any further. “You’re gonna get us in trouble.”

“I am not. No one can see us and we are at a dead stop.” He narrowed his eyes at you, hand squeezing tightly. “If you say no I won’t do it. But I thought this might help you settle down a bit,” you continued.

“Okay. Hands only though; if you put that pretty little mouth on me, I will lose it.”

You grinned and squeezed his inner thigh. The joggers Wally had worn left nothing for your imagination. You could easily tell where his cock was, your hand wandering over to it to rub it through the material of his pants. You watched his knuckles turn white as he squeezed the wheel.

You could see how bad traffic was backed up. Google Maps told you it would be another hour and a half before it cleared up. You were safe, so you didn’t worry about having to be quick. You teased him through his joggers until he was begging you to touch him.

“I am touching you,” you hummed, letting your palm splay across the entirety of his cock, or at least what it could cover.

“Fuck!” He swore when he wrapped it in your first and squeezed. “You-You know what I mean. Please!”

“What a nice word. It’s not the right word though.”

“Y/N… c-c’mon. Please, I will do whatever you want when we get out of here. I will pull over to the side of the road and let you ride me in the back seat if that’s what you want. Please.”

“You’re so cute when you beg,” you giggled. “Promise you’ll do whatever I want?”

“Promise. Swear on my life.”

You couldn’t help but smile as you reached into the waistband of his pants and boxers. You made sure no one was staring directly into the car before pulling him out of his joggers. He was hard as a rock, leaking precome and you could only imagine what the inside of his boxers looked like.

You licked a stripe up the palm of your hand and to your fingers before wrapping your hand fully around Wally’s dick. He jumped at your touch, knees hitting the underside of the dashboard hard.

“Jumpy,” you muttered with a grin, collecting the wetness at his tip and spreading it down his shaft. He threw his head back with a loud moan.

You slowly stroked him, up and down, slicking up his entire member. You wanted to lean over and get your mouth on him, but you made an agreement. Besides, it left much to desire later today, whenever you got out of traffic and to your destination.

You kept your motion slow, every so often giving him a light squeeze or flicking your thumb over the head of his cock. He’d twitch or moan your name during those times but for the most part, he was still. You could tell he was trying hard to be quiet as his teeth sunk into his bottom lip. To any outsider with a quick glance, he’d just look like a tense person in traffic, but you felt dirty knowing what was going on behind the tinted windows.

You were still 40 minutes out from your exit. Traffic hasn’t picked up, but at least you were moving. You knew Wally was getting close and your slow movements had sped up now, your grip on him wasn’t loose and soft anymore. You wanted to get him off soon, knowing traffic could lighten up any minute.

Your thighs were squeezed together, your own arousal pooling in your underwear. “Give me your hand,” you said. Your palm was pressed against the back of his hand, your fingers woven through his as you slowly pushed it into your leggings and panties.

You both moaned when Wally ran his fingers across your slit, collecting the wetness there. His free hand held the wheel tightly, his eyes trained on the road, even though you knew he wanted to be watching this.

He pushed his middle finger into your heat and you sunk low in the seat, stroking him in time to how he crooked his finger into your g-spot. He slipped a second finger in, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit and you were gone, a loud shout of his name on your lips.

You used your own release to slick Wally’s cock once again. He was shaking within a few strokes.

“I’m gonna come,” he warned.

You had a quick thought, almost panicking because you didn’t want him to get come on his pants or the seat or all over your hand. You grabbed the empty coffee cup from the center console, popping the cheap plastic lid off and holding it underneath him. You stroked him quickly, squeezing and twisting in all the right places and practically gawking when he released into the paper cup.

This had to be by far the naughtiest thing either of you had done, especially in a public place.

“How much further til home?” Wally asked, tucking himself messily back into his joggers.

“Twenty-five minutes as soon as we exit.”

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