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"TAKE A PIECE OF MY LIFE, TAKE A PIECE OF MY SOUL."
MDNI ☆ ORIGINAL CHARACTER ☆ DEAD-DOVE DO NOT EAT
CONTAINS: NSFW! more roy harper, oral(male), roywally kiss, threesome F/M/M, spitroasting, wally has hyperspermia
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CHAPTER TEN — TAKE MY PICTURE
"WOULD YOU WANNA TAKE MY PICTURE? CAUSE I WON'T REMEMBER."
“Wait a minute — are you two together?”
Lorelai laughed and shook her head at Wally’s question while Roy started to chuckle and nod his head, the two of them talking at the same time.
“What? No!”
“Yeah."
They turned to look at each other, confused and wondering why the other thought their answer.
“Roy—”
“Loli—”
“We're just friends — maybe benefits — I told you I don't want to be in a situationship.” Lorelai calmly explained, her hands resting on his thighs. “We’re not just friends — I thought we were headed towards—”
Lorelai interrupted Roy, talking over him. “Yeah, you're the one who always says ‘It’s nothing, it's just sex.’ Why are you changing your ways, Roy?” She imitated his voice, and did air quotes. Lorelai crossed her arms and looked at Roy, clearly unamused by his antics and forgetting about Wally.
“Gee, Loli — I dunno, maybe because I spent the last couple of years trying to find you? I took care of you at your worst?” Roy argued, raising his voice slightly and crossing his arms — copying Lorelai.
“Hey guys—”
“I never asked you to. I was fine on my own.” Lorelai scoffed, glaring into Roy's eyes. “Yeah? Well you needed someone, and luckily I’ve always had a thing for you.” Roy laughed, his voice dry and vulnerable.
“Me? No, you’ve always had a thing for Donna!” Lorelai copied him, laughing in his face. Roy’s face turned red as he heard her name immediately defending her. “Don't bring Donna into this!”
“It's hard not to! She was the reason we broke it off, right?” Lorelai argued, her voice rising louder.
“No! What? She wasn't the reason!”
“Guys…”
“That’s hard to believe! She was the reason, just say it! She was the reason the first time.” Lorelai hissed, getting off of the couch. Walking to the kitchen and tossing her drink in the trash. “She was not! Wally was the reason we broke up the first time!”
“I didn't even date Wally after you! We remained friends, Roy!”
“Guys!” Wally yelled, interrupting the two from arguing. “That's enough!”
They looked at Wally and immediately felt shame, turning their heads with guilt. Wally turned his head and glanced at both of them, scoffing and shaking his head. “Roy, Lorelai didn't date me after the first time we broke up — and Lorelai, Donna didn't date Roy after the two of you broke up.” Wally pointed out, taking a sip of his drink. “I didn't even know you guys dated.”
“Hardly can call it that.” Lorelai scoffed and sat on the opposite end of the couch. “Whatever you guys did — leave it in the past.” Wally murmured, rubbing his head with his fingers.
“The Flash is getting his own museum.” Wally piped up, smiling at his uncle’s and his achievements. “Uncle Barry would be so proud…”
The couple smiled and congratulated him in unison, “Congrats, Wally.”
Wally gasped and quickly shot up, using his superspeed to stand. “You guys should come! It's tonight!”
They looked at each other, “Gee, I—”
Wally ran over to them, grabbing their hands. “Please, this is really an honor for everyone. I think every hero deserves a museum of their accomplishments.”
They looked at each other and sighed, “Alright, Wally.”
He shot up and smiled wildly, “Yes!”
Somehow before the museum grand opening, Lorelai was on her knees with Wally in her mouth and Roy inside of her pussy. Lorelai gazing up at Wally with hooded, tear stricken eyes. Wally’s thumbs brushed away the moisture on her cheeks. Roy fucked Lorelai from behind she was pushed forward — her mouth moving up and down Wally’s shaft. The obscene sounds of both men groaning with the sound of skin slapping filling the room.
“There we go, Loli. Good girl.”
“Fuck — forgot how much I love your head.”
She moaned in enjoyment around Wally’s shaft, the vibrations adding to his pleasure. Her tongue swirled around his length, tasting the saltiness of his arousal. Drool leaking from the corners of her stretched lips, dribbling down her chin.
Roy locked eyes with Wally and grinned, pulling on Wally’s curls and towards his lips. Wally freezes as he was caught off guard by Roy, he presses his lips against Roy’s, and Wally feels a spark ignite deep within him. Their tongues glide against each other and taste the flavour of coffee on one another. Wally tasted sweet while Roy tasted bitter, highlighted by the americano he drank. Their lips had a tint of cherry lipgloss on them, courtesy of Lorelai — whose lipgloss was now all over Wally’s cock.
Roy could feel her walls starting to spasm around his pistoning cock, his hand moving to circle her sensitive clit. "Come on, babygirl." Roy groaned, his voice rough with lust. Wally thrusted fast — vibrating from sheer pleasure, fucking her face with reckless abandon as he chased his own release.
Thick ropes of cum coat her throat, the sticky and white load too much for her mouth, spilling out of the corners of her mouth and falling on Wally’s bed sheets. Trying to swallow each spurt was too much, feeling her belly expanding from the thick cum. Eventually Wally pulls out spurting the rest onto her face, marking her forehead, and cheeks with his cum.
Roy bucked his hips against her and spurted his cum inside her walls, marking her pussy with his seed once more. The flicks of the sticky white cum slowly fills her up. Roy pulls out and lays limp against the other two, panting as he comes down from his high.
Then it was time for the Flash museum opening, some heroes joined to celebrate Barry and Wally’s success by making an appearance. Lurking in the back and watching Wally sign autographs, Lorelai and Roy sat in silence. Unbeknownst to them, someone was watching from the shadows.
Lorelai glanced around, taking in the Justice League heroes and reminiscing of memories with them in it. Clark shaking Wally’s hand and the fact that she called for him repeatedly while being tortured. Hal pulling him in for a hug and then flying off into space while she's stuck with the horrible memories.
Roy sat in silence while the echo of, “It's nothing, it's just sex.” Repeats in his head. Glancing around and sighing, looking over at Lorelai. He knew he loved her, wanted to be with her — but she wouldn't let him in. How could she? She had been alone and was meant to be alone for life, she couldn't possibly be happy with anyone. Especially him. That’s preposterous, for Lorelai Victoria Wayne to be happy and in love? You oughta be telling a fairy tail.
Roy got up and made his moves towards the Titans, leaving Lorelai alone and for the shadow to move in closer.
His footsteps heavy and silent.
His breath nonexistent.
Memories of her flooding in.
His sweet babygirl, the moment he cradled her in his arms for the first time. Her newborn cries and bubble baths in the sink. Her first steps and words found their way out of her mouth. Her first “Dada,” and her toddler giggles.
The first night she became Batgirl, and the time she was taken by Black Mask. Tortured while he searched everywhere for his sweet daughter. Eventually he found her, battered and covered in bruises — coddling her in his arms and shushing her from speaking. The sweet sound of the nickname, “Daddy” escaping her swollen and busted lips. The weight off his shoulders when she was finally found and in his arms.
Then his hand places on her shoulder, turning her face towards the sudden danger. Only to be met with the dark shadow of her father, and an all-knowing look on his face.
You laid deep in slumber, yearning for the day your eyes would open once again. Your arms positioned nicely and your hands resting on top of your torso. Lips dry and parched from the lack of hydration and missing your favourite balm, and your hair laid neatly against the pillow. You had been waiting for months for your true love to appear and kiss you out of your cursed state. Only for each prince to fail leaving you in your comatose state. Your father had sent out letters and letters, knights and his own guards to bring back nobles to awaken you, the shame and pain of each failure wrecking everyone’s involvement.
Your heart had one true love and that was your personal knight — the one who braided your hair, brought you jewellery he had made, let you “run” off into the forest and each time he acted like he caught you. You loved adventures, and that's how you found yourself in this predicament. You unknowingly trusted a witch, who laid this curse onto you. Your knight found your helpless body lying on the green grass surrounded by flowers and animal life.
Now you were stuck in your tower, with your beloved knight who was stuck watching countless princes and noble men kiss you.
One day, Sir Roy finally had the guts to kiss you — hoping he could awaken you.
Roy missed his princess, the one that would drive him crazy, the one that would send him on tasks just to escape the kingdom for a while. The one that was set to marry a prince from a fellow kingdom — only for the curse to thankfully spoil those plans.
“Whoever awakens the princess, gets to marry her.” Echoed in his head, and Roy wished that it could be him. He didn't want to marry into the royal family for money, or power… but for you.
He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. Brushing the strands of hair out of your face, while licking his lips. Closing his eyes slowly as he leaned in and finally brushed his lips against yours. Roy kissed you gently, and pulled back — his eyes slowly opening and sighed when it appeared you were still asleep.
He turned his back towards your sleeping body, and began standing up. Only to find a warm hand touching his arm, he looked back at you, your eyes heavy with sleep and your lips parted. “Roy… What happened?”
The butterflies in his chest flew rapidly, and the smile on his face grew more intense as he began the realization that you're his true love.
"You're finally awake, your highness."
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I’m down with your quote ‘gratuitous and obvious Roy thirst’, can you please talk about his hands like you did in that post about Dick and Jason? Ty
This post? For those that may not have seen it.
CWs: Overstimulation and petnames
Lmao thank you, he’s just so fine and his hands, goddamn his hands are the best.
I mean, just think about all the things he does with them. Sturdy arms and strong wrists trained to hold his heavy bow perfectly still. His unconscious ability not to shake or twitch even under the harshest of pressure. Think about how he’d have no problem holding you down or picking you and pinning you to the closest surface, whatever lets him have his way with you first.
And then there’s his skin. His thenar, and the tips of his fingers are calloused. Even when he’s at his gentlest they’re so hard against your sensitive skin. Biting against your nipples or brushing apart your wet, puffy slit so he can abuse your clit for hours on end.
And he will go for hours if you’ll let him, in the same way he uses those long, precise fingers to tinker away at his gadgets and weapons all day long. He can spend all night using them to “Make you feel so good baby, will you let me do that for you?”
He doesn’t need to explore, not once he’s memorised every curve and fold of your pussy. No, once you’re wet enough, he’s burying those rugged fingers straight in, pumping them one at a time, as many as you can take until you’re all stretched out for him. When he’s ready to attack that sweet spot hidden deep inside you, it takes 0.01 seconds because he knows exactly where it is. Then he’s using just one of those brawn hands, to work your g with his hard, agile fingers and your clit with his thumb until you’re breathless, shaking, fucking gushing. “I know you don’t think you’ve got it in you, but I know you do. That’s it hon, just take it and I’ll show you.” Until you’ve got nothing left to give.
Until you’re babbling about it being too much. He’ll just give you that smile. That roguish, smug fucking smile and say; “Awh come on pretty princess.” Or some other obnoxious name that would piss you off if you were lucid enough to think about it. “You can give me just one more, can’t you? One more, just for me yeah?”
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☕️ after working all night, you and roy harper decide to play a game. || suggestive, making out, alcohol usage, 1722 words. || ⋆˚࿔ main masterlist ,, extra note: i imagined young!roy harper while writing this
The Titans Tower was empty except for you— who couldn’t leave because of all the files to fill after the mission the other day— and Roy, who just happened to stay with you. You didn’t know why Roy decided to stay, though. The file job was on you tonight. You were the only one who was not busy with personal stuff, so you agreed to finish the formal stuff yourself while others attended whatever they were to attend. But Roy staying with you was unexpected for you, ‘cause you knew Roy had to be somewhere else. He had been telling you about it yesterday. He didn’t seem exceptionally excited for this particular event but you deep down knew he actually was. So why was he there with you?
You were curious but you didn’t ask anything. He wouldn’t even answer, so you didn’t tire yourself out by trying.
You sighed as you closed the finished report file and leaned back in the chair. Roy was flipping a pen. He seemed like his mind was far, far away from this place— which was, to be honest, not an unusual thing to see when it came to him. You always wanted to know what was happening inside that head of his.
He only looked up at you when you gently pushed his leg with your foot. The pen in his hand flew away and fell somewhere on the table. He looked perplexed, like he wasn’t expecting to be bothered. Before he could voice any questions, his eyes already sent them your way.
You loved how eloquent he could be when he allowed himself.
“What’s wrong?” You asked. He just shrugged.
Okay… You could take this. It wasn’t like his problem was with you. He would not be there with you if it was the case. It might be something about… Home? Could be. He frequently had problems at home, but rarely with you.
You wanted to push away the worries that were clouding his mind.
“Let’s play something.” You said in a vivid voice. This time, he gave you a small smile.
“Darts?”
“Absolutely not.” He would beat you at darts. You stood no chance. “I know we keep some bottles here. Maybe we could…” You got up to look inside the mini fridge for the drinks. There it was, all the alcoholic beverages Roy (and others, to be fair,) have brought. “We’ve got some expensive wine! Dick must have brought it here. Some shots… We could go with one of these, right?”
When you turned back, you saw him right behind you. He was trying to decide what to drink, and when he did,, he leaned over you and took the cold bottle. He was so close to you that you could feel his breath on your skin. Before he got up and left, he winked at you. Rolling your eyes and letting out a loud sigh, you followed him.
You already started hoping you wouldn’t regret this.
But you were a responsible person. You would not drink that much— since tomorrow was going to be busy. You didn’t trust Roy, though.
Roy was heading towards the kitchen. When he realized you were following him, he glanced at you over his shoulder. “Go sit on the couch, I’ll be right back.”
You muttered a “fine” under your breath, making your way to the comfortable couch. Not even after a minute, he was approaching you with a bottle and two shot glasses in his hands. “Okay,” He put everything on the small table in front of you. “What are we playing?”
“Truth or dare?”
He threw his arm over the couch, right above your shoulders. You could feel his fingertips touching your shoulder. “Nah,” he shook his head. There was no way he was rejecting truth or dare!
“What? You always suggest it when we play with the team!”
“Well, the team’s gone right now. Another game, please.”
The gears in your head were working hard to find a game to play. What could you possibly suggest something that would be fit to play with two people? God, you started regretting… You threw your head back without even thinking. Your head was now resting on his forearm. He didn’t pull himself away, you didn’t get up. You just stayed there, like that, as you were thinking intently. Both of you acted like nothing was happening, as usual.
“Drink or kiss.”
“Huh?”
“Drink or kiss.” Roy repeated. You still didn’t understand. He sighed. “I’m going to give you a name. If you prefer to kiss them, you won’t drink. If not—”
“Okay.” You didn’t think much. It sounded fun. It wasn’t like you would actually kiss them. “Let’s play that.” You watched him grab the bottle and fill the glass. “You ask fırst.” You said. You wanted to test out who he was going to ask so that you could keep the game going at that pace.
He pushed the glass toward you. You leaned over the table to grasp it. He was humming under his breath, thinking… “Superman.”
“You’re so basic.” You whined. You turned the glass while thinking. Superman… He was older than you, stronger than you and probably married with children so… You groaned as you swallowed, feeling the liquid burn your throat and make its way to your stomach.
“That was fast.” He whistled. You smacked his arm while you tried to adjust to the bitter taste. “We got water, too.”
“Later.” You filled his glass. “Okay… I’m gonna say, uhhh, Batman.”
“Says the one who called me basic!” Roy grabbed the drink, swallowed it in one go, and left the glass on the table as if it did nothing. It was fair that he was drinking to that… “Black Canary.”
“Ugh, I would kiss her.” You thought about all the things that went through your head when Roy said Superman. She was obviously older than you, just like Superman was. But couldn’t help yourself with the fact that now, it was the Black Canary.
“Seriously?” He asked, rolling his eyes.
“What? She is hot. And amazing. You don’t get it.” You pushed the filled glass towards him, ignoring his own spare glass. “Anyway, let's continue. Aquaman.”
Roy, this time, thought for a few seconds before taking the shot. You laughed as you watched him.
“This time it’s tricky…” He said as he gave you a filled glass. “Nightwing.”
You felt your cheeks burn upon hearing the name of your teammate. He was handsome, talented, strong and flexible but would you kiss him? The thought of kissing him didn’t give you the thrill. You slowly shook your head as you drank.
“Oh, he would be offended.” Roy laughed, and you joined in, laughing at what he said even though you only caught a part of it. You were just having fun at this point, giggling and laughing together.
He was so fun to be around and you loved spending time with him. It was always such a quality time.
“Would you kiss Wally?” You gasped when he didn’t move to fill himself a glass. Roy didn’t look like he was going to drink it soon, either. “What? Are you for real? You’d kiss Wally?”
“I didn’t specify where to kiss.”
That made sense. “Damn you, Harper.” You were also cursing yourself for never thinking with this logic.
“Okay, would you kiss me?”
“You?” Your eyes almost flew away from their beds. He nodded. You licked your lips. You could drink just to annoy him, or you could just… Play by his rules and see what he would do. Both choices were brilliant. Both could take you somewhere else you couldn’t even imagine.
You decided to choose the one that both your brain and heart agreed to.
Roy was sitting there, a smug grin on his face, looking all confident. When you looked into his face, you saw his eyes fall onto your lips for a mere second. You grabbed his shirt, pulling yourself towards him. “What? Are you really—” He cut himself when you pressed a kiss on his cheek.
“Well,” Your lips made contact with his skin as you spoke. “You didn’t specify where to kiss, Harper.” Before he could say anything, you asked, “Me?” He didn’t respond. “Would you kiss me?”
His grin grew, as if it was possible. He grabbed your face in his palms— tilting your face, his mouth made its way to your neck. You felt your heart skip a beat or a few beats. His lips touched your skin. They were soft and hot and… Fuck, you didn’t know what else. You could not think of anything but his lips that were pressing small kisses on your neck. Wherever he touched, he left burning spots there. Roy helped you lean back on the couch. Your back hit the cushions, but your mind was not registering the feeling other than his lips.
It was only him, at that point. Him and you, and nothing else. You never thought his lips would feel like this over your skin. It was true that you imagined but—
You got embarrassed when you heard a small, yet passionate moan leave you. Roy’s lips were traveling up your chin, now. You felt the path he drew until your lips. His lips were hovering over yours. Was he waiting for an invitation? You were dying to feel him on your lips. You could do anything, everything, to have him press his mouth to yours.
It was you who kissed him first. He was quick to follow. You grabbed the back of his head, pulling him closer to you. Roy groaned against your mouth, which made you dig your nails into his delicate skin. When the tip of your tongue touched his in a shy manner, he didn’t wait for a second to deepen the kiss.
You held him tightly, as though he was the only thing that was ensuring your life and safety… At that moment, it felt like it. His lips were kissing you harshly. His groans were echoing in your mouth.
You’ve never been kissed like this. It was Roy, your friend. Teammate. But there you were, making out with him like there was no tomorrow.
It was such a mess, but you enjoyed making out with Roy more than anything.
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