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[custardpuddingprincess]

Tags: [mdni][girldad Roy][enemies to lovers][mlw][his tragedy of a life is not comically accurate][soft tragedy][fingering][unprotected p in v][creampie][rough sex, I think?][vibrator][Baker Street by Gerry Rafferty][squirting][slight dacryphilia][watersports mention][pronebone][mating press][spit]

"Who comes to a dick appointment without condoms?" Roy hisses, muscular arms crossed over his broad chest, the fabric of his tank top stretched so tightly that you're half-expecting it to start ripping in front of your eyes.

You push past Roy, stepping into his apartment and you look around at the state.

It's not untidy.... It's... Lived in. Disarranged throw pillows, a few crumpled papers tossed around the small trashcan that's located just beside the large, flat screen TV. There's a few scattered toys, a Barbie doll without it's shoe and it's....

Oddly reminding you of yourself whenever you do this.

"What kind of man doesn't have his own condoms?" You spit back, picking up the doll and dropping down on the sofa, grabbing the nearest thing with bristles, and combing through the long, blonde hair.

"The kind of man who— you can braid hair?" Roy questions, his brows knitting into a contemplative expression and you nod your head, as your manicured fingers card through the plastic strands, twisting hair over hair. A fishtail braid.

"Can you braid my kid's hair?"

The question is.... A surprise, more than anything, and your hands falter, before you look up at Roy, your eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Sure." You shrug, dismissing it before you set the doll on the coffee table before lifting yourself from the seat, before staring at Roy with narrowed eyes.

"Take your pants off."

"Shit, at least romance me.." Roy grumbles, mock-offense lacing his rugged features before he scoops you up, a muscular forearm bracketing your ass and a scarred finger hooks around your chain, tugging you closer into a kiss.

Roy's lips are the furthest thing from moisturized, a prominent crack down the centre of his bottom lip that occasionally catches on your own lip and you smile into the kiss, the ticklish feeling making you laugh into the kiss.

"Bitch, don't you own Vaseline?"

Roy smiles into the kiss, dimples in his cheeks deepening and his hand pushes open his bedroom door. "No," he hums, before tossing you on his bed, the springs creek just a bit as you bounce on the mattress, and his hands reach for the edge of his shirt, tugging it up his torso.

Very unceremoniously, might I add.

"But I've got lube." Grabbing an unlabelled bottle from the top of his dresser, and tossing it in your direction, ignoring the thud of the hard plastic hitting your forehead, as well as your cursing.

"This doesn't even have a label!" You hiss, one hand holding the bottle of lube and the other, rubbing your forehead with the heel of your palm.

"Gas station said it was lube." Roy shrugs his broad shoulders, before he crawls over the messy nest of sheets and bedding, grabbing your hips and tugging your basketball shorts from your hips.

Leaving you in your—

"Do you have to wear granny panties every time you come see me?" Roy groans, his leafy pools locked on the pale blue panties you're wearing. A white lace trim, and daisies dotted over the fabric that leaves far too much to the imagination.

"Do you have to be named Roy every time I see you?" You say his name like some kind of slur, a tone that isn't missed on him as he hooks his fingers into your panties.

"Oh, fuck off." He rolls his eyes, and you huff, lifting your hips just enough for him to pull the cotton down your ass. "I was named after my uncle."

"What was his name? Roy Rogers McFreely?" You snort, and you barely get to laugh at your own joke before you're roughly tossed onto your stomach, with your legs spread obscenely and a painful swat lands on your ass, before Roy's rough palm smooths over the stinging burn.

"Very funny." Roy huffs. "Now give me the lube."

"You're not using gas station lube on me." You deadpan, looking over your shoulder with a scowl. Your brows knitted and perfect lips tugged into a frown that just made him wanna kiss them.

Of course not now.

Roy's calloused fingers are occupied with a more interesting pair of lips that didn't call him a soulless ginger on missions, and his middle finger circles your clit in a way that makes your back arch just a bit sluttier.

"It's got an expiration date." Roy groans in frustration.

As though an expiration date makes it better.

You flip the bottle over in your hand, looking for the date.

"This says June." You state. "And what month are we in?" Roy hums, his fingers still circling your clit as he leans over you, inspecting the bottle with you.

"January." You deadpan. "Of three years after this bottle's expiration year."

"You know, I don't appreciate being spoken to like I'm some kind of idiot." Roy scowls at you, gingery brows knitted into a scowl, his pinkish upper lip curled in distaste at your tone.

"Well maybe next time, don't be an id—" Your voice cracks and a shaky gasp leaves you when two fingers begin to fuck into your gooey cunt. And Roy hums, resting his chin on your shoulder and he tips his head to look at you.

A cocky grin on his face and it seems like all your energy goes into placing a hand on his face, and pushing him lightly.

"Nice try." Roy mocks. "I'm entirely sober. I'm basically Superman."

"If he—... lacked a soul."

"Say I have a soul."

Roy has your knees forced apart by his muscular thighs, fingers fucking into your cunt while his free hand holds a wand vibrator to your throbbing clit. Your legs shake, puffy pussy glistening with his spit and your wetness, combined into a slick mess that trilled down your messy folds.

"I—I'm... 'm not a liar..." You whine, your hands fisting at the sheets, the edge of your T-shirt between your teeth, your cheeks flushed and messy with tears that had threatened to spill from one too many ruined orgasms.

Roy tuts you, moving away the vibrator away from you and pulling his fingers out of you roughly. And he takes the time, the corners of his mouth twitching, before pulling into a devious grin at the sight of your hole spasming around nothing.

And those glistening fingers make their way to your mouth, pressing down on your tongue and those eyes alone.

Perfect, pretty emerald eyes.

Fanned by pretty, Disney ass lashes, thick brows and the lightest flickers of blue in his eyes. And you suck on his fingers.

Savouring the taste of his fingertips that seem to constantly taste like the feathery end of an arrow, mixed with his spit and your cum, and you whine around his knuckles. You slobber. You whine, you cry.

Your toes curl when that vibrator meets your needy clit, tracing up and down your slick slit, and you barely notice that you're biting down on Roy's fingers when your head tips back. And you squirt.

Soaking Roy from his chest, to his boxers, and the sheets below you. Roy doesn't register your teeth digging into his fingers, only focusing on the messy cum that trickles down the creases of your ass and he hums, pulling his fingers out of your mouth.

And inspecting the teeth indentations.

"Good thing we've never sixty-nined." He mumbles, almost to himself, before his hand, soaked with your spit, slaps your pussy.

Your body rocks, your tummy dipping inward with each flinch of pleasure-pain, whimpers slipping past your kiss-swollen lips. All red from Roy sucking on them while ruining your orgasms and he leans forward, pressing a kiss against your temple.

A soft, gentle action that anchors you in this moment, but before you can say anything, anything at all, your thighs are in a long distance relationship and you're tasked with holding that vibrator to your throbbing clit while Roy pushes into you.

It's a sensation that's painfully familiar.

That almost burn that makes your toes curl and your back arch into the mattress to get away from him, and then, that slow, painful pulling out that has your hips lifting to take more of him.

And you glance down at where Roy slowly feeds your pussy. Inch by inch, as he carefully takes the vibrator from your hand, resting it where he thinks it needs to be.

And God, is he right.

Not directly on your clit, but shy of it, to the right and your lashes flutter, the back of your head resting against the headboard and Roy groans, his hips bumping against yours in the slowest, deepest rhythm.

For someone who makes you squirt with how rough he is, honestly, he doesn't even fuck.

Roy makes love.

90's, R&B, silk shirt and crying in the rain type of love. His hips don't stutter, don't falter, all that he's focused on is taking you to pound town on a safe journey and getting you home in time to feed your turtle.

"Don't close your legs, don't close your legs." He breathes out, switching off the vibrator and setting it aside, before angling his hips.

The blunt, rosy tip of his cock nudges against a spot that makes your kiss-swollen lips form the cutest 'o' shape, eyes nearly crossing and that's the spot.

And Roy begins to fuck.

Hard, messy thrusts that leave a creamy ring around the base of him, his palm coming to rest just above your mound and pressure begins to build like a fucking wildfire. And you babble, eyes welling up with tears as each stroke brings you closer to that precipice of pleasure that makes you believe that Roy might be God's favourite.

Because no fucking way ANYONE would have dick this good.

Unless maybe, Batman.

And Roy leans forward, a hand roughly grasping your chin, and he forces his thumb between your lips, watching the way your eyes glaze over when he presses down on your tongue. That mind-numbing sensation of his cock stilling and twitching against your gummy walls makes your brain fuzzy and all you do is stick your tongue out, catching the spit that leaves his stupidly perfect mouth.

And Roy smears his messy, wet hand across your face, before grabbing your chin again, fingers digging into your cheeks and he leans forward.

Pressing a sloppy, hard kiss to your lips, tasting your spit and cum on your lips and he groans, his hips pistoning in and out of you with no fucking warning.

The headboard hits against the wall, the sheets rustle and the loudest sound is the messy squelch of your sopping pussy as he fucks you into oblivion.

"You're so fucking perfect." Roy pants, kissing you like there's no fucking tomorrow and god, your blood is rushing in your ears and the sound is deafening.

Especially when you feel those skilled fingertips sinking to your hair, your walls fluttering and spasming as you gush, pushing his cock out of you and he places the most gentle kiss against your forehead.

You don't drink enough water to be able to push out liquids like this. But that's not your problem or even the mildest concern.

Not when your face is pushed into the pillow that smells like his musk and cologne, not to mention that tiniest hint of sweat. And definitely not when he's reaching over you, muscular and scarred hands gripping the headboard tightly, as he slowly slips into you.

Gushy walls swallowing him whole, and Roy's chest presses against your back, his face buried in the curve of your neck and he presses the sweetest kiss against your pulse.

Sucking marks into your skin, his hand coming to wrap around your throat just a bit, fingertips digging into the slight plush and his hips fucking roll.

Cock pummeling into you at that slow, passionate pace and Roy hums quietly. "You like it? I've been taking a— hah— a Spanish dance class with Jason."

And you let out a laugh, a breathy giggle and you whine as he nudges at your cervix.

"N—not enough words to say how gay that is." You mock, your hands clawing and gripping at the sheets, your brain fuzzy and your tongue lolling just a bit.

And Roy laughs. A low, raspy chuckle.

"Oh, you're really gonna get it now." And he lifts, just a bit, his fingers curling into your scalp and tugging your hair back, enough to expose your throat.

"Now... 'm gonna fuck you 'til you piss yourself."

[custardpuddingprincess]

[custardpuddingprincess]

☀

[custardpuddingprincess]

oh angel, god’s not coming to save you anymore

demon!constantine x f!angel!reader 

aka i just watched constantine and cannot get the idea of demon!constantine outta my head…i’m not okay and i need him carnally also i definitely did not proofread this, i just had to get it OUT THERE -17 DNI | NSFW CONTENT: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK cw: pure filth, themes of divinity, piv, slight dubcon, corruption kink, loss of virginity (implied), pet names (angel, doll), dacryphilia, slight degradation, orgasm denial bc demon!constantine is a jerk like that, he likes to be called sir and reader gets his god complex acting up at some point 

ever since he first laid eyes on you, demon!constantine has wanted nothing more than to ruin you. the way you carry yourself so elegantly, a sweet smile on your face as you grace the world with your mesmerizing beauty drives him wild with want. of course, he’s no stranger to attraction—plenty of seductive demons and pretty angels have caught his eye over the years, but none of that even comes close to how much he desires you now. demon!constantine has made it his goddamn priority to get you right where he wants you, and he won’t stop until he’s finally buried deep inside your pretty pussy, milking every last drop of your angelic innocence out of you. 

don’t get him started on your delicate laughter which sounds like the softest bells to his ears—oh he wants to hear that pretty voice of yours choke with tears as he pounds into you, begging him for the kind of mercy god could never grant you. demon!constantine wants to watch as your perfect face is ruined, your soft lips swollen from his mouth. he wants your eyelashes heavy and wet with thick crystalline tears as he robs you of the sweet innocence of your ethereal being. he your gorgeous unmarked skin to be littered with bruises and bites, he wants the realms of heaven hell and earth to know that you belong to him. 

and finally, demon!constantine’s desires bear fruit when he easily lures you in with his deadly charms, like a unsuspecting little moth to a blazing inferno. he watches with a sadistic satisfaction as your lips tremble, the realization dawning upon you that you’re trapped in his clutches. the innocent fearful expression on your face goes straight to his cock, and he has to restrain himself from ripping your pretty white dress to shreds and stuffing you full of him on the spot. of course, demon!constantine knows the satin threads decorating your body will be sprawled on the floor by the end of night, but he’s going to take his time with you. he lets his cigarette fall to the floor and blows out a final puff of smoke as he gets closer, trapping you between his strong arms and the stone cold wall behind you. 

his lips crash into yours without warning, cupping your face in his hands and sucking on your soft bottom lip. he drinks in the mewls that slip from you like ambrosia falling on his tongue. ‘you taste sweeter than i could have ever fucking imagined’ he whispers, ‘would have been a shame to have wasted these pretty lips on an existence devoid of sin’. your cheeks are ablaze with his words, warmth spreading through your body and pulsing at your core. your pristine wings tremble with every movement, much to demon!constantine’s delight. he runs his hands through the soft feathers of your wings, marveling in the way you shudder at his touch. finally, he pushes you down onto the bed, and his larger frame looms over you. he kisses you again, pinning you down to the mattress, letting his tongue explore your sweet mouth once more. he finally pulls away, marveling at his handiwork. the way your lips are swollen and glistening from his mouth, saliva running down your chin, the way your doe eyes look up at him—oh, he can’t wait to ruin you for good. 

now that demon!constantine has you where he wants you, he’s not going to hold back. he easily slips your dress and panties off of you, his dark eyes drinking in every inch of your perfect, unmarked body. here you are—god’s most beautiful creation, the epitome of innocence and purity—looking up at hell’s most ruthless demon with tears and newfound lust brimming in your eyes. ‘god was only able to keep you away from me for so long…my pretty angel’ his voice, dangerously low, reverberates through your very being as he moves his calloused fingers along your thighs, coming to rest at their juncture, feeling the heat rising within you as he gets closer to your sweet spot.

he catches the juices that have begun leaking at your folds and coats his fingers in them, earning a shiver and a sigh from you. ‘just look at you…so fucking wet already,’ demon!constantine’s tone is laced with awe as he drinks up the sight of your glistening pussy. he raises an eyebrow in mock suspicion. ‘maybe i’m wrong about you. maybe you’re not so innocent, after all.’ he runs a finger along your crease, letting your arousal paint his hand, ‘would anyone ever believe a sweet little angel like yourself could drool all over me like this?’ your only response is a whine and a shake of your head. of course, demon!constantine knows just what you are—a soft, naive little thing who’s presented herself to him like a rabbit in a lion’s den. and he’s going to ruin you, claim you, keep you all to himself. 

he wastes no time in running his finger deep within your creases, and you squirm, whimpering at the foreign feeling. at your reaction his tone shifts into a sweeter—almost patronizing one. ‘my little angel has never played with her pretty pussy before, has she?’ he looks over to you, and the slight shake of your head is all the answer he needs. ‘of course you haven’t…what would god think if he found his most precious angel touching herself?’ he sneers. it’s not long before the foreign feeling turns to pleasure, and you sigh, biting your lips as he picks up the pace. ‘it’s a shame he can’t see just how much your little cunt enjoys my fingers.’ another finger slips along your folds, finding your most sensitive spot with ease. 

nothing can compare to the melodious whimpers that fall from your lips as demon!constantine fucks you with his fingers. his movements are controlled and precise, and he marvels at the tears that slip out of your eyes. you attempt to cover your face with you hands, but demon!constantine guides them away with his free hand. ‘let me see those pretty tears, doll’ he watches as they continue to spill, as each drop runs down your face. he intercepts the drops just as they are about to spill down your chin, his fingers guiding the wetness down your neck and onto the swell of your chest, his large hand cupping your breast. 

he moves his mouth towards your chest, his breath hot on your tits. demon!constantine takes the opportunity to connect his mouth fo the sensitive flesh of your breast, sucking a bruise into your skin, eliciting sweet moans from your swollen lips. he continues marking your soft skin with his mouth, all while his fingers are still running through your folds. ‘so fucking divine…god sure took his time making you…’ he whispers, drinking up your ethereal sighs, and he tsks, ‘what a shame—you won’t be able to show him your face again after i’ve ruined you,’ he reaches the hand that was cupping your breast back towards your wings, stroking them as his fingers continue thrusting into you.  

and suddenly, you begin to feel a hot pleasure building up in your core, a feeling like no other you’ve ever felt before. your legs shake as the burning coil within you threatens to burst and spill over, and you shut your tear filled eyes in anticipation. 

demon!constantine notices how close you are, and suddenly halts his movements inside you. just like that, his fingers are gone, replaced with an aching numbness, the coil building up within you suddenly lost. fresh tears leak from your eyes at the loss of contact, the cold air on your warm folds sending shivers up your spine.

drinking up the sound of your cries, demon!constantine just chuckles. ‘oh angel…you think i’d just let you cum without even having you beg for my cock?’ he flips you over easily onto your back, fingers dancing along your wings once again. he guides your ass up in the air and frees himself from his pants, moving his fingers to collect some of the juices running down your thighs. coating his cock with your sweet sap, he positions himself at your folds, his tip ghosting over your glistening cunt. ‘if my sweet little angel wants to cum, then she’s gonna have to earn it.’ he says, his fingers pushing into the soft skin of your ass, earning a sharp sigh from you. 

´is that what you want, doll? you want to cum on sir’s cock?’ he asks, ‘does my perfect little angel want sir to fuck her pretty pussy?’

‘y-yes…’ you sigh.

‘then beg for it doll. tell sir exactly what you want,’ 

‘please….’ you sigh, ‘p-please…’

‘i cant hear you, angel,’ he mocks, moving himself back just a bit. he grabs one of your wings, in an attempt to coax the words out of you. 

‘p-please…sir…i-i want…’ your voice breaks as you feel him tug your wing slightly, not enough to hurt, but enough to exploit the sensitivity they cause you. 

‘come on, doll. i know you can say it.’ 

‘s-sir…please g-give me y-your cock…please…’ your beautiful voice wobbles with tears and want, and demon!constantine can’t wait anymore. he drags the tip of his cock along your folds, and finally enters you, gripping your hips firmly. you moan both from the pleasure, and at the realization of the sinful acts you’re engaging in are irreversible. demon!constantine’s voice distracts you from your thoughts, ‘you feel so good, doll…so fucking tight….’ he groans. and just like that, any remnants of your morality dissolve as you let yourself savor the feeling of his lips on your skin and his cock dragging mercilessly through your throbbing folds. you let out a beautiful moan, your pretty voice only encouraging him to go faster, stuff you fuller with his cock with every thrust . ‘that’s it, pretty angel…’ he encourages, ‘let me hear you sing…’ 

the harmony of skin against skin mixed with your moans and his occasional grunts fills the room, clouding your senses. you feel so full with the way his cock stretches your cunt, so full that it hurts, and you can’t help but grip fistfuls of the bedsheets between your fingers.

‘i think i know why god finally let me have you, doll’ demon!constantine sneers, pushing himself deeper into you and reveling in your whimpers, ‘he realized you were too fucking perfect to be left untainted’ once again his words fill you with hot shame, but the pleasure that clouds your mind easily wins over any other thoughts. ‘after all, an angel so goddamn pure’ he emphasizes each word with a thrust, ‘deserves to have a little sin fucked into her, doesn’t she?’ 

you can’t help the sigh of ‘oh god...’ that slips past your lips at that, earning another sneer from him ‘oh my pathetic, sweet little angel, don’t you get it? god’s not here to save you anymore…’ demon!constantine’s voice is practically oozing with saccharine as his grip on your ass tightens, nails digging into your sensitive flesh, ‘you belong to me, doll. you’re sir’s little cocksleeve.’ 

his filthy words threaten to send you over the edge once again, your cunt throbbing with a mixture of pain and pleasure as he continues moving himself through your folds, faster with every thrust. your tear filled moans are music to his ears, and he feels himself getting close just as you do. 

‘think you can take my cum, angel?’ demon!constantine’s voice breaks through the haze in your brain, and you nod, feeling the burning coil tightening within you once again, ‘s-sir…g-god...i’m…c-close’ is all you manage to say, and he moves one of his hands back to your wings, tugging on them as you reach the apex of the sinful encounter. 

‘there you go, pretty angel. cum for me…cum for your new god…’ 

and the coil finally bursts, as he allows you to let yourself go on his cock, drenching him in your sweet juices. the feeling is nothing short of euphoric, and demon!constantine groans, gripping your hips firmly as he releases his every drop into your pussy, ‘fuck, doll…’ he curses, ‘you’re so good for sir…such a good little cocksleeve…all mine…’ he savors the feeling of your tight walls milking him of everything he has. demon!constantine waits for a few moments before he pulls out, watching as his cum leaks out of your swollen cunt and along your inner thighs. 

demon!constantine marvels at the sight in front of him. your face is a mess of sweat, tears and drool, your previously neat hair now sticking in tendrils to your face. he’s left marks on your neck, your tits, and the swell of your ass. the feathers of your once pristine wings are ruffled and unkempt, still shaking as you come down from your high. as your eyes begin to flutter shut from the exhaustion, demon!constantine revels in the fact that you belong fully to him, no longer the innocent sweet little angel from before. you’ll lose your precious wings to him, he’s sure of it. he can imagine the tears streaming down your face as you’re stripped of your divine status, and the very thought makes him want to stuff you full of his cock once again. but he’s content in watching your supine form covered in his cum and bruises for now. 

after all, he’s got all eternity to fuck you as he pleases, now that you won’t be able to fly away….

[custardpuddingprincess]

I LOVE THE SILLIES

I drew The Pink One giving themself and Week a makeover :3

omg this is so delightful.. so prettayyy

[custardpuddingprincess]

the audacity of the official dc account to even post this 😭

[custardpuddingprincess]

Roy adores your relationship with Lian.

He can’t help the smile that grows in his face every time he sees the two of you together.

The first time he hear Lian call you “mom” he thought his heard was going to explode.

He always felt so bad that Lian would have to grow up without a mother figure- but once you got to meet Lian, he knew she wouldn’t have to grow up like that anymore.

[custardpuddingprincess]

heh I love Wally west 😼

Tags: [mlw][mdni][established relationship][oral (f! receiving)][fingering][shower sex][wrongful use of water][wet t-shirt][temple kisses][i don't make the rules, but there's a lot of them][grinding but not where you thinkkk~][maybe food play, idk][just the tip][missionary][mating press]

Wally had a plan.

A good plan, relatively thorough, and romantic. All of which were crucial to whether or not this date would go good.

A good, sweet morning wrapped up in the loving embrace of your arms, paired with the sweet, tightness of your cunt cockwarming him while the sun rises from just below the horizon. With the feeling of your fingers carding through his hair, your lips ghosting over his jaw and murmurs of sweet 'I love you's in the air.

Then, you'd have breakfast that HE learnt how to make. Through numerous WikiHow articles and YouTube tutorials.

Then, you'd go about your day where flowers would be mailed to your job, and the two of you would have a nice lunch. Specifically, a picnic in the park and for dinner, you'd have take-out and the scallions in the soup would be shaped like cute hearts, because if your love is in soup, it's eternal.

But noooooooooooo.

The universe has a fucked up way of ruining the speedster's hopes and dreams.

The takeout place burns down, the flower company doesn't get his order, he oversleeps so he doesn't get to make you the whole, magical experience of cockwarming while he feeds you breakfast.

"I'm sorry." Wally murmurs softly. "I should've planned better."

Rain continues to soak through his shirt, the fabric getting heavier and clinging to his torso in the way that makes your eyes linger, a slow smile spreading on your face as you unabashedly watch the way the shirt sticks to his tightly toned belly. Abs on display in the most demure yet slutty way.

"It's okay."

You reassure softly, although your eyes don't move from where you can see his nipples through his shirt.

"Are you seriously staring at my nipples?" Wally let's out a choked laugh, dimples deepening in his cheeks as he looks down at you, gingery hair wet and clinging to the back of his neck, as well as his forehead.

Your outfit's less soaked than his.

Seeing as he made a makeshift gazebo with his windbreaker, using his speed to his advantage to tie the arms to the lowest hanging branches and tucking either of the ends between messy and spiky edges of the branches.

Too small to accomodate both of you but good enough to keep you from thoroughly soaking your plaid Chanel skirt and you shift, your boots scuffing against the wet grass.

"Yeah." You hum softly. "They're so cute and like, hard."

Reaching out, you press down one of his perky nipples and Wally snorts. "Freak."

"Come stand with me. You're gonna get a cold." You chide Wally with a huff, grabbing the front of his shirt and tugging him out of the rain, his body pressed against yours and strong, muscular hands move to bracket your hips, his thumbs brushing over the flesh your fluffy knit sweater fails to over and he looks down at you.

Fucking hearts in his eyes.

The moment seems perfect right now. Raindrops pelting around you, the sound of wet grass sloshing underneath your boots as you shift at the feel of nipping cold and a warm hand moves to cup your cheek as Wally leans down, his lips pressed against yours. It's so sweet.

He kisses you like it's the only slow thing he'll ever do. Lips moving against yours in a slow, synchronised motion that you both seem to fall into so flawlessly, his hand on your hip shifts and instead, his arm's wrapped around your waist while your own hands interlace at the nape of his neck.

You can barely hide the giggle that leaves you when you feel the way Wally's hand lowers, taking the sweet and romantic opportunity to slide his hand beneath your skirt. Damp digits paw at the fat of your ass and you pull away.

"Creep." You mock him, nipping at his bottom lip and you see the pretty twinkle of his eyes as he stares down at you, a grin on his face, freckles dusted over his rosy cheeks.

"Guilty." He hums softly, before leaning forward, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

"We should get out of the rain, yeah?" There's a low huskiness to his voice, a sweet yet sultry tone that hints that there's a lot more waiting for you at home than there was waiting for you at the park.

And you nod your head, bashful and adoring as you murmur a soft 'mhm'.

˚˖𓍢ִִ໋❤️་༘🎀˚˖𓍢ִ🌹˚.

Hot water sprays down on your skin, and you let out the softest sigh, frozen bones easing at the warmth before the shower door is abruptly opened and Wally stands in all his freckled glory.

Hair still damp from the rain, that shit-eating grin on his face.

"Scoot over." He instructs, but he's already stepping over the threshold of the shower, shutting the door behind him and readjusting the showerhead to spray more in his direction.

Wally's always been a bit of a selfish showerer.

His body nearly presses yours against the tiled walls as he soaks up the scalding water, letting out controlled breaths before meeting your narrowed gaze and he lets out the softest little breath. And he reaches towards the temperature dial, shifting and switching it, until the water's a pleasant, lukewarm temperature before he hums.

"Upsy-daisy." He lifts you with ease, your knees hooked over the crooks of his elbows, your back pressed against his chest and he presses a sloppy kiss against your temple.

"Wally, what are you— oh..." The gruff complaints die in your throat when Wally shifts your body towards the shower stream, your thighs spread obscenely wide as the solid stream of water pelts down against your clit, and you purse your lips, brows knitting at the pleasure that's not quite enough to get you anywhere but it's nice enough for you to not want it to stop.

Wally hums in pride, freckled cheeks splitting into a grin as you feel the muscles of his core flex absentmindedly, his cock twitching to life, hardening and pressing itself against your neglected cunt. And he presses the sweetest kiss against your cheek, loving and adoring before he breathes your name so sweetly.

"Help me out?" He coos softly. "Just the tip, though. I wanna make you feel good."

You nod your head, biting your bottom lip as you reach down between your thighs, grabbing a hold of his cock and you give his tip a few swipes of your thumb, feeling the way his breath hitches against your back before you ease his flushed tip into your hole.

Just the tip.

Wally can't help the way he sighs at the warmth of your cunt, wrapped so sweetly around his leaky tip as you spasm so subtly. And he clicks his tongue, his hips twitching and giving you the most shallow thrusts, all as he reaches for the showerhead, detaching it and bringing it closer.

"Wally, I don't think—"

Your opinion dies quicker than you'd like to admit because when the water pressure changes, and Wally's controlling the placement, you feel your head tip back against his broad chest. Your lashes flutter closed and faint moans leave your parted lips as your thighs tense and flex, although they're still kept in a long distance relationship.

"You look so pretty." Wally coos sweetly, cheeks flushed and his wet body feeling slightly cold at the breeze that creeps into the bathroom and he dips his head, pressing a soft kiss against your lips before asking you, so sweetly.

"How do you wanna come?"

That question has no business making your cunt drool, walls and nerve endings burning with that sickening desire to come as many times as you can and you swallow.

Sure, this feels great but nothing beats—

"Your tongue and fingers."

You sigh softly, bringing up one hand to curl in his wet hair, nails scratching at his scalp so affectionately.

"Nasty, greedy girl. Tongue and fingers?"

Wally teases you but he wastes no time in setting you on your feet, placing the showerhead back on its spot and kneeling in front of you.

The muscles in his thighs spread out, his core tensing and his cock twitching upwards at the water that pelts down onto the two of you. It's a comforting spray, warmer than before so Wally must've changed the temperature while you were trying to find your brain.

And he guides one of your thighs to rest over his shoulder, the heel of your foot bumping against his back and Wally presses a kiss against your inner thigh. And he places your hands on his head, before lowering his head.

He drags his flattened tongue over your cunt, tasting your slick and feeling you throb against his tongue and he groans softly. Your fingers tangle in his hair, head tipping back against the condensating tiles and you let out the softest sigh. Your tummy tenses when he swirls his tongue around your clit, just before he dips it into your cunt, only for a little bit.

He can taste himself just a bit, the taste of his precum has drastically improved since you've started seeing each other.

Maybe because instead of living off energy drinks and take out, Wally's seeing fruit on a daily basis, instead of treating it like a distant relative.

Two fingers plunge into your cunt at a speed that makes your belly dip inward and your hands fist his hair tighter, a low moan leaving your lips and Wally lets out a boyish giggle.

"Yeah. Does it feel good?" He coos softly, juniper gaze lifting to glance up at your face, seeing the way your brows scrunch in that adorable way, the way your lips part to let out whimpers and whines as his tongue rolls around your clit, suckling at the bud until you let out a pitched moan.

Wally hurls you at your oncoming orgasm with the strength and speed that a cat knocks a glass off the table. And you nearly scream, your knees giving out beneath you but Wally keeps you steady as you buck against his face, his tongue and fingers working in tandem to draw out your orgasm for as long as possible.

Because he loves watching the way you crumble against a damp, tiled wall. Hair clinging to your forehead, face ruddy and hot breaths mingling with the steam in the air and you look so fucking gorgeous when you look down at him through bleary eyes. Watching as his tongue cleans up the slick that paints your puffy pussy with glossiness, licking along your thighs before Wally rises, forearms braced on either side of your head before he smiles down at you, head cocked and he presses a kiss against your forehead.

"You good, pretty?"

You can barely nod your head as Wally's hands move to bracket your hips, thumbs brushing over the protruding bones as his head dips to press kisses along the curve of your neck. Before his hand shifts, to squeeze the fat of your ass, feeling the flesh in his calloused palms and he groans softly.

"Shit." He breathes out before swallowing. "Okay, we're gonna finish showering, then you're gonna order pizza while I get the room ready and then we're gonna... Fix this Valentine's Day, okay?"

This is the most instructions Wally's ever given you. Literally ever.

And you can't deny that it's kind of sexy.

˚˖𓍢ִִ໋❤️་༘🎀˚˖𓍢ִ🌹˚.

"Wally, I'm eat—" Your words are broken up in a gasp, cheese, sauce and doe tucked into either of your cheeks and you shift, letting out a slurred whine while Wally's hands pry your thighs apart.

"Don't be selfish." Wally hisses, his tongue curling against your overstimulated clit, sensitive bud peeking out from between your folds and he forces your legs apart, your plate resting on your belly, and Wally lays down on his stomach as he sucks your clit so sweetly, peeking up at you over the decorated porcelain rim of your plate. And you whine, completely unsure of which route to take.

You could keep eating.

Or Wally could keep eating.

"Just keep eating." Wally's nose bumps against your clit, his tongue tracing hearts over your cunt before he flicks it just right, and he rests his head against the flesh of your thigh.

And he doesn't even pretend that it's tedious.

Delightful hums leave his lips in the form of low, reverberating groans, his grip on your thighs borders on almost clingy as he paws at whatever flesh he can get to and his sock-covered feet kick. You don't even have the time to question why his socks has your pictures on it before he's tucking two fingers away in your gummy walls.

Gently curling them, sweetly coaxing you towards another orgasm that has your heels digging into his back, your eyes rolling back and your hand nearly dropping the cheesy slice. And you whimper.

"Wally... 's too much, too sensitive...—" You gasp with a whine, lashes fluttering and tears brimming at the corners of your mouth as his fast flicks and his eagerness make you see God.

Wally ignores you.

Blatantly.

Only lifting his head to scowl at you before ducking back down, his feet kicking and his hips occasionally grinding against the messy sheets, a perfect hill for him to rub against like an animal in heat.

Needy, whiny and so, so achingly hard.

He lets out a familiarly whiny groan, tears brimming on his lower lashline, green eyes becoming bleary as he sucks, nips, drags his tongue and circles. All in perfect movements and God, being a speed freak really had it's perks.

Including the fact that he had the uncanny ability to make you come whenever he wanted to.

A walking, talking vibrator.

Wally coaxes your third orgasm out of you, slick dribbling down his chin and his palm, before he lifts himself, carding his fingers through his hair and staring at you with a heated gaze.

His broad chest heaves, his carved abdomen tenses and flexes, and his hands rest on your thighs, warm palms easing the almost painful burn in your core, and your gaze lowers. Lowers all the way to below that gingery happy trail and you swallow.

"Wally, did you come?" You question softly, lips pursed as you try not to let out a snort of laughter as pearly beads continue to be pushed out with each twitch of his still-hard cock.

"I got really into it." He's not even embarassed, simply moving the messy sheets out of the way and guiding your thighs over his, and notching the flushed tip of his cock at your sopping, slick-soaked pussy.

And he pushes into you, hands grasping the sheets before he stops. Abruptly.

"I need to pull out." Wally announces and you wish you could say he was joking. But his expression doesn't say he's joking.

"Like, right now?"

"Literally right now. Please don't move. I'll lose so much aura, baby, please. Keep still."

Wally begs you, and like a normal woman, and a woman in love, you obviously start to clench and spasm around his leaky tip. And Wally whines.

"You're gonna make me come..." He whimpers, bringing his hand up to bracket your face, forcing you to look away from him.

Wally knows you'll never let it down if you see the way he looks. All red and flushed, weak and teary-eyed as he tries to keep his cool.

He doesn't get why now, of all times, his stamina's playing games with him but he does know one thing.

"Can I come inside?"

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DAMN CUTE

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‘tell me why, your hand are cold~…’

bitch I have anemia

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masterlist cause I realised I didn’t have one

VEIL

Cupid didn’t even need to shoot his shot (Aleksander X reader)

HONKAI STAIRRAIL & GENSHIN IMPACT

Baby (Boothill x reader)

BUNGO STRAY DOGS

Sweet life (Oda Sakunosuke X reader)

Mr. Knows-everything-but-the-biggest-fattest-most-obvious-crush-on-him-and-the-crush-he-has-on-someone PART 1 (long ah name I know Ranpo Edogawa x reader)

Kunikida dating headcanons (Kunikida doppo x reader idk isn’t it doppo Kunikida? But I’m sticking to Kunikida doppo even though I’m sure it’s doppo Kunikida… lmao)

Harry Potter

Dating Fred Weasley headcanons (Fred Weasley x reader)

Arcane

Ekko x reader (lyric)

Misc.

Study tips and popular techniques

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kunikida dating headcanons

i know I’m supposed to post the second part of the Ranpo fic but… HEHEHHEHEHEHE SORRY _(:3 」∠)_

Kunikida loves to cook for you. He will find the best way to cook your favourite foods and he will make sure you have healthy and balanced meals!! Giving him a kiss on the cheek as a thanks will sure to brighten up his day~

Kunikida comes over to your house and enjoys spending time with you!!! If it fits his schedule lmao

He’s the type to help you with your work if you’re tired ;)

Doesn’t really like PDA, but never pushes you away (unless you’re insisting you guys make out)

Kunikida enjoys knowing about you. Sometimes he’ll launch random questions about what you like and don’t like for future references

Need help with math? He’s helping (you do it for) you!!!

Kunikida loves it when you brush his hair

Loves it even more when you take off his glasses when you guys are kissing ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

HEHEHEHHEHE

Kunikida is definitely the type to text or call you to ask if you reached home safely after a date or just on a daily basis

Need help cleaning? You’ve got a maid for you _(:3 」∠)_

But

Kunikida is most certainly the type to make sure you’re safe, happy, well-rested and well-fed.

Regardless of whether your dating a Kunikida or not, take care my pookies ✌︎('ω')✌︎

THESE ARE GETTING MKRE DERANGED AS THEY WENT ON LOL BUT I HOPE U ENJOYED!!! ˚✧₊⁎❝᷀ົཽ≀ˍ̮ ❝᷀ົཽ⁎⁺˳✧༚

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OMG THE FANFICS ARE SK GOOD I CRIED… (yes I know they’re smut… BUT I CRIED-)

𝓘 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓼𝓪𝔂 𝓫𝓾𝓶𝓹𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓾𝓶𝓹𝓮𝓻

Nani♡ | she /her | 18

• taurus

• mlw & wlw writer (someone please, just ask me to write about some tiddies)

• i have no idea how to write genderbend. i fear it.

• smut and fluff ALL THE WAY

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⋅──⊱⋆dc comics⋆⊰──⋅

1. (older) nightwing x reader

2. (older) clark kent x reader

3. (older) clark kent x reader

4. karma (inc. bruce wayne; dick grayson; damian wayne)

5. dick appointment (roy harper)

6. bride of al ghul (damian wayne)

7. fancy eat-outs (roy harper)

8. fuck like an al ghul (damian wayne)

9. under the sea (damian wayne)

10. tulips and two lips (wally west)

11. new beginnings with an al ghul (damian wayne)

12. broken condom (john constantine)

13. another one (roy harper)

14. dirtier than laundry (wally west)

15. cycle (kyle rayner)

⋅──⊱⋆jjk⋆⊰──⋅

1. (older) satoru gojo x reader

2. (older) toji fushiguro x reader

3. (older) hiromi higuruma x reader

4. work wife (nanami kento)

⋅──⊱⋆hellsing ultimate⋆⊰──⋅

1. sounds (alucard)

⋅──⊱⋆invincible⋆⊰──⋅

1. they do it in porn (mark grayson)

⋅──⊱⋆seasonal⋆⊰──⋅

1. 11 days of christmas

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Because for some reason, the link works but tweaks out so I can't see the username thingy, you can comment if you want to be added to the taglist and you can specify if you want it for ALL my works, or just specific character that I've written for or characters that you want me to write for.

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Mr. Knows-everything-but-the-biggest-fattest-most-obvious-crush-on-him-and-the-crush-he-has-on-someone

PART 1!!!

Long ah title I know… Hehehe my first Ranpo Edogawa x Readerbfic, BUT I HAVE SO LITTLE STORIES YET… anyways, i hope you enjoyed this!!! Kinda fem reader ig if there’s any construction criticism for me, pls let me know!!!

╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

notes: [reader] used, reader is an assistant at the agency, btw I love Yosano so I made you and Yosano be so gf-coded Ranpo lowkey thinks is wuluhluh

“[Reader]! Do you like dorayaki?” Ranpo pulled you over by your wrist, with a lopsided smile. You nodded, a bit giddy that he asked you this question- he wasn’t known to share his food with others, maybe you’ll have a chance with him!…

But of course there was a reason why he asked you that, and it was not to share his snacks- duh.

“Could you buy me some? I like the ones down the street the most- oh and buy me some tayaki! Strawberry danfuku too!” He grins, letting go of your wrist, as he turned back to face his desk.

Yosano, who was watching the scene, stepped up next to you, and put her hand on your shoulder, watching you heave a small sigh. “Oh my, it seems like one of our dear assistant has fallen for the most oblivious person ever, huh? Poor you,” she snickered, taking your hand as she offered to go with you.

It was fun, at the very least, being able to hang out with someone as cool, girlboss, sophisticated, smart, glamorous, gorgeous, hot, swell and hot woman ever (it’s the author talking idk if y’all like Yosano though). And she even brought you shopping first, as you two navigated the streets and shops, along with trending cafes, heavy bags in hand.

But of course, Yosano knew Ranpo would get a bit annoyed and grouchy if you guys didn’t get back soon, so she bought the snacks he wanted, along with some crepes for the agency, before heading back… and he was pissed.

Ranpo repeatedly poked at Yosano’s shoulder, whining as he glanced between you two. “Why were you two gone so long? I was starved of my sweet treats… and you, [Reader]! You… you left to shop with Yosano for 1h 18min 52sec? Is she more fun than me? Is she more important to you than me?”

Yosano backed away a bit by bit, giving you a thumbs up as she dropped off your shopping bags on your desk, and sat by your desk, listening in to the conversation. And she wasn’t the only one invested in it. Junichiro was pulling Naomi back, whispering on how Ranpo might get angry at her for listening, Dazai was already slacking off and Haruno was just as interested…

“Hmp! [Reader], I was about to let you have one of my snacks, but I guess that won’t be happening today- or ever,” Ranpo looked a bit like a kicked dog, since you had spent so much time with Yosano instead of, well, him.