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[gilverrwrites]

Conjugal Visit

Captain Boomerang/F!Reader, 2.2K words

AN: I can't remember what inspired this, but it's just a cute, fluffy, smutty thing I've been working on between request and uni work.

Plot: Digger is rewarded for saving the entire world with a 1 hour conjugal visit. It's not much, but it will do. Rating: 18+

CWs: None really, its just fluffy smut! Very mild angst, swearing, unprotected sex, p in v sex, cunnilingus, woman on top.

Please remember: You are a super star!

He’s been sending you origami unicorns and gibberish-filled letters about his good behaviour for months, but the promised conjugal visit never came, at least not until after he’d saved Metropolis, and, well, the whole world, maybe even the universe from an alien invasion. 

When his figure popped up on the news, you’d know it was him straight away, even despite his zipping around like a bonafide speedster. 

Later, when Lois Lane showed clearer footage, had confirmed it was him your heart had thrum with pride. You’d told anyone who would listen “That’s my man! That’s my Digger, out saving the world!” You’d even texted articles to your family, to prove he wasn’t the layabout felon they’d always complained about. They didn’t need to know that he was part of some kind of suicide mission, only out there because the government considered his criminal(-ly cute) ass expendable. No, as far as you were concerned, he was a hero, who would save the world, and come home to your loving arms when he was done. At least that’s what you told yourself to help you sleep at night. 

The positivity paid off though. When Digger and his teammates had saved the freakin’ world, his leader, Waller had graciously offered him a few years of his impossibly long sentence and a whopping 3 hours with you. It was considerably less than standard but you weren’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Digger, however, was. His complaining had reduced his reward time to just one hour, and you were determined to make the most of it. 

As you approach the door, you eyed the various trays shelved next to it. Each one filled with different sizes and brands of condoms, all of which were too small for Digger, and you weren’t allowed to bring your own. Every finger and toe was crossed that the morning-after pill you’d pre-purchased would be enough. 

A straight-faced guard opens the door for you, you thank him as you step inside, disappointed to be the first one here. An ancient off-white plastic analogue clock on the wall loudly counts down each missed second as you wait for him, brushing your hair out with your fingers, sucking your teeth to make sure there are no remnants of breakfast stuck between them. When the door finally opens once more you have your skirt hiked up to your waist as you fiddle with your underwear. It wasn’t the comfiest, but it was Digger's favourite. 

Your efforts don’t go unnoticed, your jailbird boyfriend’s eyes are bulging as he takes in your form for the first time in too long. Your heart races as you do the same to him, suddenly feeling both coy and unstable as you examine the way his uniform hangs from his lean body. God you can’t wait to get those off him. 

From the excited look on his face, he was having similar thoughts about your outfit. You release the hem of your skirt, but before the fabric can even flutter back against your skin, Digger has you in his arms, using all his muscle to lift you up high by your thighs, head nuzzled against your stomach as he spins you around. 

“I’ve missed ya so much, you’ve got no idea. I can’t believe you’re really here. The real you, not just your pictures stuck above me bed.” He blurts all the things he’s wanted to say but couldn’t convey until now. “I stare at you every night, been dreamin’ bout this moment.” 

“I missed you too baby. Now kiss me, kiss me, kiss me!” You jiggle your weight until he begins to lower you. 

“Don’t have to tell me.” He chuckles, situating you at hip height, putting your faces in closer proximity, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist, as you lock lips with him. He tastes like mouthwash, which was not unwelcome, but strange. Certainly different to the stale beer you were accustomed to. Regardless, Digger didn’t miss a beat, slipping his tongue into your mouth and kissing you with so much enthusiasm it made you miss him again already. 

The way he smiles into your kiss nearly makes you pull away to giggle. The way his calloused fingers tickle your skin as he snakes a hand up to cup your ass does make you throw your head back and laugh out loud. 

“That tickles! Stop!” 

“Nah, I’ve missed this sound too much.” He doesn’t stop, now deliberately tickling both your hips as you begin weakly hitting his shoulder. “You know what else I’ve missed the sound of?” 

You squeal as he releases you all at once, throwing your body onto the bed.

“That!”

You sit up on the bed, arms crossed as you wait for him to stop laughing at you. The bed itself is old, the springs of the mattress creak under every move, and the comforter is itchy as hell, but it will have to do. 

“I should be mad at you for that, but I’ll forgive you this once 'cause I missed you so much.” Leaning back, you spread your legs, revealing your underwear and offering him a come-hither look. 

He looks like a fox in a henhouse, pointy grin, big eyes, and it makes your pussy tingle with excitement. 

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you, Love, but I sure as shit am lucky.” His shirt and trousers are gone before he lands above you. Long fingers lock onto you, clumsily helping you undress until all that’s left is Diggers crew socks. He never takes them off for sex, ‘extra grip for when I’m givin’ it to ya real hard’, so you don’t bother trying to get them off him. 

“Digger, you’re a hero!” You argue between sloppy kisses. “Even if you weren’t, you still deserve good things.” 

“Yeah…” For a moment he looks at you, really looks at you, without the lust or the laughter. It might have felt scrutinising if you thought for a second that he knew what that word meant. “But you loved me before, an’ I really didn't deserve you then.” 

Before you can respond he’s slinking down your body, fingers pushing against your entrance and making you squirm. 

“You’re so wet already, you miss being all filled up by your old man aye? Bet you’ve been feeling so empty. I’m sorry I got me-self locked up. Sorry I left you so high and dry.” He slips one finger in, cupping your pussy, pressing down on your clit with his thumb. He hadn’t always known your body so well, but you’d spent so many nights wrapped up in each other that it was second nature now. 

“Don’t…” you try to speak between deep breaths. “Don’t be sorry, make it up to me.” 

No need to ask twice, in seconds he sucking on your clit and slipping a second finger inside. His crooked nose nestled against your pelvis area, mutton shops scratchy between your thigh as he begins to lap at your core. When he skims your sweet spot at just the right angle you whimper, tugging at his russet hair, which in turn causes him to let out a deep moan that reverberates against you. 

You whine and squirm against the wobbly bed as he continues, the fire in your belly building as duel licking and fucking pushes you closer to the edge. He hits that hot spot inside, and you instinctively wrap your legs around his head. With your orgasm in sight, Digger picks up his pace, slipping in a third finger as he concentrates his efforts on your clit. 

Reflexively, your back arches and your toes curl as your orgasm hits. Your hips roll, searching for more friction and Digger uses his free hand to press on your stomach, holding you in place until you come back down. 

“Ah, crikey. You taste just as sweet as I remember.” He comments as he comes back up, face gleaming with a mix of cum and saliva. “I missed that.” 

Before you can respond he places a wet kiss on your belly button. “An’ I missed this.”

Your sternum. “An’ this.”

“An’ definitely these.” He cups both of your breasts as he lowers himself and begins to rub his face between your cleavage. Green eyes peer up at you full of cheek when you grip his hair and tilt his head to look at you. “What?”

“We're on a time constraint, you wanna spend it all in there?” He purses his lips playfully, looking back and forth between you and your boobs as he pretends to consider the question. 

“I could die happy here.” To emphasise his point, he burrows between them once more before conceding. His cock bobs from side to side as he sits back, shimming his hips. “But we wouldn’t want Digger Jr to miss out on all the fun.” 

“Agreed! Let’s put him to use.” His hips feel pointed in your grip as you grab them, dragging him between your spread legs again. He runs the tip between your lips, teasing your clit and coating himself in your slick. When you feel his head at your entrance, your muscles tighten, trying to draw him in further.

This is the part you’d been craving and dreading. Even when you’d been sleeping together routinely, ‘Jr’ was too big to slide in with ease. The burn of your walls struggling to stretch around him makes your breathing uneven, the lubrication of your earlier climax doing little to ease the process. 

“Hey, hey, relax now, breathe.” Digger coos, leaning in close and cupping your cheek, reminding you that keeping calm is the best way to get through it. You nod, even though your body is in overdrive, you will yourself to relax, steadying your breathing and he gradually works his way into you. “That’s it, Darl’, let me into that tight little snatch.”

“Ew, Digger!” You groan and laugh at his atrocious word choice, but it works. It distracted you enough for him to bottom out. Smugly, he wiggles his bows and his cock at the same time, the motion making you pant and squirm, needing real friction. 

“On your back Harkness.” You order.

“Yes ma'am.” Hands gripping your hips he does the heavy lifting, flipping your bodies until he lays flat on his back, and you hover above him.

Comfortable, you waste no time bouncing on his lap, gripping his shoulders for support as you roll your hips up and down. “Fuck, Digger, that feels so good.”

“Oh yeah.” He agrees between gritted teeth, his hands reaching up to cup your tits, his hips jerking up to meet your thrusts. “This is so much better than jerking off to your photies every night. Nothin’ beats the real thing.” 

The more you rock together, the more he crumbles, face scrunching, hands abruptly grabbing at whatever skin he can reach, no longer just occupied with your breasts. 

“Shit Digger, your dick is the best.” You praise and you can tell from his pink cheeks and rapid movements that he’s on the brink. 

“Fuck. Touch yourself, touch yourself, touch yourself.” He begs, wanting you to cum but too lost to do it himself. You dip your finger between your legs, circling your clit with firm, circular motions, causing tension to quickly coil in your gut, but it's not enough. “Fuck, woman, hurry up and cum.”

“Impatient.” You scold, purposely pumping your body in fast, deep motions to aid Digger's climax.

“Can’t help it.” He whispers quickly, desperately. “You feel too good.” 

He’s a beautiful withering mess beneath you, gleaming under a layer of sweat. All sharp edges and soft freckled skin. Eager to put him out of his misery you press harder at your clit, rubbing as fast as you can muster until you can’t help throwing your head back, panting as you approach your peak, and Digger is right there with you, gripping you with bruising force as he finally lets himself release. Pleasure seeps through your body as you ride out your orgasms together, Digger grunting with every spurt of cum he releases inside of you. 

“Wow.” You pant, as you relax, collapsing onto his Digger's chest. “I missed that.” 

When he’s recovered enough, Digger wraps his arms around you in return, pulling you closer for a deeper hug. “We’ve still got it.”

“Still got it.” You concede. Sex with Digger is always good, but the come down, the cuddling and the pillow talk is comforting. As much as you want to, you can’t fall asleep in his arms, can’t have a thumb war over who has to go get snacks, can’t stay up all night talking about that guy you hate from work, or Digger’s latest heist plans. “I just wish we had more time to talk. I want to hear everything.” 

In sync, both your heads turn. Yours to the clock, Diggers to you. 

“Not much time, is it?” He probes, you know he can only read digital.

“No, just a little under 10 minutes.” Determined not to let your limited time together get you down, and feeling Digger’s cock already growing hard inside you once more, you offer; “Think we can squeeze in another quick?” 

“Don’t need to be quick, don’t care what they do to me.” Digger flips you over, his turn on top. “They’re gonna need one of them giant magnet thingys to pry me off of you, Love.” 

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[gilverrwrites]

Hello could you please do some captain boomerang headcanon fluff, I don’t see enough of it on here.

AN: I can and I will. Good fluffy vibes only today, however, if you would like a reality check, please watch the video linked at the end.

Rating: General (however, wanting for swearing)

Please remember: Everything you're worried about, is going to turn out ok.

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He’s not much for texting, much prefers sending voice notes. These can range anywhere from simple good night/good morning notes, the longest, most pointless, probably drunken rambles, jokes he stole came up with, or professions of love.

When he texts, it’s always in 90s/early 00s style and full of emojis that don’t quite mean what he thinks they do.

Cn’t w8 2 c 👀 u 🫵l8r 👄❣️🪃 X 🌫️ Gud nite mu 🫥 u4e lol 😜 🩵🪃 xXx RUOK 4 d8 l8r??? 🌷💦 CUL ❤️‍🔥🪃 X

Has your name saved in his phone as the most ridiculous nickname you can think of, probably also with a bunch of emojis.

Dependant on your personality, petnames would include a few of the following: Darl’, darlin’, babs, babes, baby (pronounced bah-bee), sweets, hon, peachy, lovey, peanut, or doll.

Whatever your least favourite is, he will use the most cause he loves winding you up.

Swears at you, a lot. But its affectionate.

He’s not used to people doing things for him, so he is massively grateful when you do like menial domestic labour for him.

You sewed up the hole in my jacket? You’re THE best, I can’t believe you would do that for me. You did my laundry? WTF? You didn’t have to do that (he’s been wearing the same unwashed boxers for 2 weeks, someone had to) how can I ever repay you babes? You cooked for me? (It’s literally a pot-noodle) You’re an angel, I’m not welling up, shut it.

He’s really good at like, enhancing 'easy' food. He’ll add egg and chives and stuff to his packet noodles, makes the best cheese and vegemite toasty, knows just how much oil and extra cheese to add to a frozen pizza, and has mastered box mix cupcakes. His favourite is chocolate.

Uses a 5 in 1 shower gel, if and when he showers, and you cannot tell me he doesn’t blast lynx africa and/or paco rabanne 1 million so he smells woody and spicy.

However, if you have fancy smelly products of you’re own, he will use them. Gonna treat himself with a good scrub and some large helpings of your shampoo and conditioner (this one’s got multiple products for their hair, posho!)

Doesn’t matter if you use products intended for a specific skin/hair type, it’s getting used.

As a nice bonus he likes doing it cause it means your smell lingers on him when you’re not together.

Won’t admit it but he also really likes it if you burn candles and/or incense.

If you’re close enough in size, he will steal your clothes. Especially socks cause he is always wearing holes into his own.

Gets all gooey and excited when you wear his clothes, especially if you’re small enough that they look oversized, and are visibly his.

If you’re inclined to wear flowy summer dresses, he’ll go feral. Also, a big fan of linen shirts/blouses and short shorts.

When he’s dressed causal he lives in shorts and filp-flops, even in the midst of winter. Or if he’s not leaving the house he’ll just wear his boxer shorts.

Is gone for long periods of time (prison, hiding out etc) so is very clingy when you’re back together, and doesn’t really have boundaries.

Will walk in on you in the bath shower to use the toilet, or to just sit and talk to you. If you ask him nicely, he will wash your hair. Might not do a good job, but he will do it. Has his arms wrapped around your waist at all times while you’re trying to do chores or are out shopping. If he wakes before you (a rare occurrence) he will just lay on his side, watching you sleep. Might get impatient and attempt to subtly wake you by gently brushing your side or nose, or gently shaking your body.

Normally sleeps way into the day, and snores, loudly. Often wakes with a hangover. And will practically beg you to make him a bacon an egg.  

Loves almost any and all brekkie food, bacon, egg, hash browns, pancakes, you name it.

Is not a cuddly sleeper. Like he can fall asleep cuddling, but he will start rolling around, splaying his arms out, kicking his legs. Huge bed hog.

Says his favourite films are action, gangster, or like bro style comedies. Think like: Road House, Indian Jones, Kill Bill, The Gentleman, Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, The Hang Over.

If you put on a horror, drama, or rom com, he will not watch it with you.

But he will find things to do in the general vicinity. Or straight up do the dad thing of like standing in the middle of the room with his arms crossed. If he’s not sat with you, he’s technically not watching it.

So like, which one is actually her dad? They don’t tell you but the writ- No no no, don’t tell me, I’ll figure it out, Don’t go in the basement, there’s never anything good in the basement, oh she’s only bloody gone and went in the basement! But… Barbie doesn’t love Ken. I’m not cryin, I just got allergies, shut up an’ watch your dumb girly film.

Has a stolen tattoo gun,wants to get matching tattoos, has pro for everyone of your cons. Ideally, he just wants names/initials in hearts, but will settle for more symbolic tattoos. Like a boomerang to represent him for you, and something similar for you.

Keeping any gift you’ve ever given him for life.

I made you a friends ship braclet. Eh, ya know its not my normal kinda jewellery. You don’t ha- No, fuck off, I’m gonna wear it forever.  

Would still love you if you were a worm. Hasn’t the foggiest what he would do with you. But he would love you.

Obviously gonna teach you how to use a boomerang. Even if you already know, he’s gonna show you the right way. Gotta make sure his bab is protected. (Don’t tell him that you find them impractical and are unlikely to ever use one when in need, he will sulk.)

Aforementioned video.

[gilverrwrites]

Quick and Dirty

Pairing: Captain Boomerang/Reader

Digger has an idea, it involves highly inappropriate usage of the Speed Force Gauntlet. (Please ignore the fact that the gauntlet doesn't actually extend to the fingers - at least i'm pretty sure it doesn't)

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Rating: 18+

Words: >800

Content: Established relationship, coercion (kinda), clitoral stimulation, vibrations, dirty talk, spit, swearing.

Please remember: to do the things that make you happy.

“No. Fucking. Way.” You warn, leaning back against the wall and crossing your arms defensively. “You keep that thing away from me.”

“Oh, come on, Darlin’.” Digger is still smiling, crooked, confident, casual. He gestures to the speed gauntlet strapped to his other arm. “It’s perfectly safe. You’ve seen me usin’ it.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.” You examine the glove in question. It would be a lie to say you weren’t intrigued. You didn’t know much about the speed force beyond whatever half-truths Digger rambled on about, it seemed intricate, and unsafe. But Boomerang was a good lay, and he’d used that thing to save your skin in the field more than once, so you were willing to tentatively hear him out. “If that thing goes off midway, I don’t want my bits going with it.”

“That won’t happen… Probably.” Concern did flash across his face briefly, but it was quickly hidden by his usual bravado. He stepped closer to you, not quite close enough to touch, but enough that you could smell him, that you could feel the high energy radiating from him. Or maybe that was the gauntlet. “Have a little faith in ol’ Boomer, aye. I’ll treat you right, make you feel real good.”

“Okay… but if anything happens to mine.” You point to your crotch before gesturing to the growing erection in Digger's trousers. “I’m using yours as target practice.”

That might have been a boner killer for other men, but Digger's enthusiasm when it comes to sex or showing off knows no bounds, and this is a perfect opportunity for both. His eyes glint with mischief, with victory. He licks his lips, and you know there’s no backing out now, you’re fucked.

Digger maintains eye contact as he reaches out, there’s no pleasantries. He makes quick work undoing your trousers, hooking his gloved fingers in your panties, and pulling them both down until they’re positioned halfway down your thighs.

“What, no foreplay?” You challenge, raising your brows at him.

“You’re not gonna need it.” The look he gives you is so coy, so amused. It should fuel your cynicism, but it looks hot on him. “But, since ya asked so nicely, I guess I can spare a lil somethin’.”

He rests his unarmed hand on the wall beside you and leans in, occupying your lips with his. You’re only allowed a moment to enjoy it before you feel the brisk metal finger plates of the gauntlet slide between your slit. You hiss at the contact, and Digger pulls his hand back immediately.

“Sorry bout that. Shoulda warmed it up first.” His expression flips to sheepish as he brushes his fingers against his scarf. He blows on it a few times before spitting on his index finger and continuing. “Right, let’s try that again.”

He resumes the position, one hand on the wall, one hand slinking back between your legs, and his face just inches from yours. The temperature has barely improved, but he’s able to sink his fingers back in without causing you to flinch this time.

You’re still unprepared and admittedly unimpressed thus far as he starts circling your clit. To give him a fighting chance, you close your eyes, hoping it will help you focus on the feeling.

“Aye, no no no. Keep your eyes open.” As you follow his instruction, you hear a quiet whizzing from below, a lesser sound than the gauntlet's normal powering up. “I wanna watch your reaction.”

Then it hits you, an intense pulsing pressed against your most sensitive area, like every vibrator ever invented is being utilised on you in that single moment. The wall prevents you from being able to roll your head back, so you stare at Digger, wide-eyed as your body tingles and burns.

“Shhhhiiiiit, you like that.” His voice is dripping with fervour, and it only serves to add an extra level of throbbing to your cunt. Already approaching your climax, you’re unable to find the words to respond, instead fisting your hands around Digger's leather lapels in anticipation. “You reallllly like that, don’t ya?”

A nod is all you can manage as you begin to jerk and quiver, hitting your climax in record time. It’s hot and searing, like lightning is running through your whole body.

The tips of your fingers and toes, among other things, are still twitching as you start to catch your breath moments later. You can barely comprehend whatever Digger is prattling on about. He’s waving the gauntlet around, his arm moving so fast you can’t make it out. There’s lots of brash laughter and ‘I told ya so’s. You’re finally able to fully tune in as he muses, “How many rounds of that can handle, I wonder?”

[gilverrwrites]

Has anyone requested the NSFW alphabet for Boomerang yet? 👉👈 If not, then please? 🥺

You’re the first! I had a lot of fun with this one, hope you enjoy.

As always; take what you vibe with, leave what you don’t, and most importantly, have fun with it 💙

Captain Boomerang NSFW Alphabet

18+ MINORS DNI

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He's awful after sex, cause he's almost immediately ready to sleep straight after. It’s like a routine, sex, roll-up, sleep, repeat.

He likes to hear you talk after though, it’s like the only time he shuts his trap, watching you through half-lidded eyes, cig between his lips, listening to your pillow talk as he drifts off.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

For him: This man has more to give than he thinks. We know he has a big dick, he knows it too. And his hands are so skilled, so dexterous and fast. He works hard to maintain that broad shoulder to skinny waist ratio that drives them crazy. He’s never gotten a tattoo that he regrets…

But I genuinely believe his favourite part of himself is something silly, like his left ear-lobe, cause whenever he rubs it for luck before a heist it always goes well.

For his partner: he’s a tit man. He likes a nice jiggly ass, likes kissing soft lips, likes feeling your hands on him, but nothing beats rubbing his dick between a nice big, cushiony pair of breasts. He’s not biased, no matter the size or perkiness, he’s not listening to a word out of your mouth cause he’s too busy picturing how much they will or won’t bounce when you ride him, what your nipples feel like on his tongue, he likes all tits, but he especially likes the ones big enough to envelop his dick when he fucks them.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Digs is fucking messy, I’m telling you. There’s nowhere on your body he doesn’t want to cum on. Your chest, your hair, your pretty face. Loves when you don’t wash it off straight away, when you let it sit and dry and soak into your skin until he can really smell it on you, that’s hot.

If you’re more adventurous, he’s always down. You want him to cum in your morning coffee, into your open eyes, you want to snort that shit? He’s down. He laughs, says “An people think I’m the dirty one, you’re somethin’ else girlie” as he shoves his hand down his boxers, fisting his already half-hard cocky

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

It’s no secret that he’s a thief, big-time or petty. But he doesn’t tell you that he likes to ‘steal’ your dirty undies. When you’re not around he jerks himself to them, pressing the crotch up to his nose, holding them between his teeth and sucking any remnants of your juices out as he fucks his hand. Sometimes he tries them on, wears them under his sweats all day.

When you come home to clean laundry, you’re happily suprised and none the wiser, if not frustrated that your waistbands seem to be wearing thin and loose too often

E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Not a playboy, but still experienced. He's not so good at chatting people up or the dating part, so few people get his sense of humour. But he’s not bad-looking, and he’s pretty good at being in just the right place at the right time to be picked up for a one-night stand.

He’s also pretty good at the ‘hate me so much you wanna fuck me’ kind of seduction with other rogues, he doesn't know how to be classically flirty and romantic, but he knows how to push those sexual frustration buttons.

He knows what he’s doing in the bedroom, although, a lot of it comes from muscle memory and dutch-courage. Throw him stone-cold sober into bed with someone he really likes and he’s a nervous mess, forgetting everything he’s ever done until the two of you get onto the same wavelength.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Hear me out: reverse cowgirl, on the couch, so you can both watch TV.

But also, cowgirl - so he can watch your tits sway, and cause you look so hot above him.

And The Captain/V for victory, unironically.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Digs hasn’t taken anything seriously since, well, he can’t remember. His dad must have knocked the memory right out of him.

No, but really, he’s so goofy all the time, sometimes it’s related, sometimes it ain’t.

He’ll be buried between your legs, your sex still in his mouth when he asks what you had for dinner, cause he thinks he can taste it.

Grinding on the couch when he tells you “Before you ask, that is a boomerang in my pocket. But he’s happy to see you too.”

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Not well groomed at all, he has a delicious little russet happy trail that leads to a bush around the base of his cock, and on his balls. He always intends on keeping it trimmed down but he just forgets to do it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

It’s a healthy mix, for Boomer, sex is a fun pastime. It’s a chance for you both to feel good, to service each other and make each other laugh, which is definitely romantic and intimate in its own right, but it’s not always like that.

Sometimes he drinks too much, or has a shitty run of jobs, or both, and he uses your body as a stress relief, or sometimes he pushes you too much, riles you up with the intention of you getting rough with him; sometimes he just wants it to hurt, othertimes he wants a fight, whatever it is, it’s not healthy or romantic

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Nobody ever taught Boomer that it’s rude to touch yourself around others. He really doesn’t see the issue. If you’re not around, or not in the mood, he’s gonna do it himself.

If you tell him not to he’ll get all petulant and keep ‘rearranging’ himself, or complain about blue balls.

Anyway, if he’s hard and you’re not fucking him, he’s fucking himself, end of.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Boomer will try anything at least 3 times, cause 3rd times the charm an all, maybe more if he’s not done it with you before.

The stuff he knows he likes: Piss (pissing and receiving), face sitting, impact play (again giving and receiving), role play, public sex, maybe a bit of breeding and somnophilia.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere, any time. He likes doing it in private where you can take your time, drag it out, and be as loud as you like, but there’s a certain risk factor to public sex that really gets him going. Something about the potential humiliation, the time limit, the forcing each other to keep quiet as you bang it out in secrecy.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Literally the drop of a hat. He wakes up every morning with a hard-on that he’s gotta relieve, and then he’s done for a couple of hours while lil’ Digger catch’s-up. He knows he’s ready again when he sees you bend over, or he catches a glimpse of your cleavage, when he remembers that banana you ate for breakfast 2 weeks ago, remember that? That was sexy, wanna eat my banana?

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

The obvious: no animals or children.

I don’t think he actively seeks out scat or emetophilia but if it happens it happens, it’s only shit/sick, we all do it from time to time, no use crying about it, you know?

He’s into impact play, but I reckon he’s really not into doing it with a belt, or being put over someone’s knee.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

It took the longest time to convince him to try eating you out. Yeah, he’ll try anything, but like, men don’t do that. He’s always been surrounded by toxic masculinity, his dad, other criminals, etc

But man once he tried, you had the opposite problem of trying to get him to stop. Something so illicit about the way you taste on his tongue, something intoxicating about the way your body reacts to every little move, “fuck darl’ you taste better than my first tinnie, we’ve gotta do that again.”

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual isn’t out of the question, especially if it’s a) late at night and you’re both too drunk for anything else. b) early in the morning and you’re both too hungover for anything else.

But any other time it’s fast and rough. He’s snapping your hips together so hard they slap, grabbing and groping all your softest spots. He fucking loves it when you dig your nails into his back, or when you pull the hair at the nape of his neck.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Yes! See L = Location. But it’s not limited to risky public sex in alleyways or public bathrooms. Sometimes he wants a quickie cause one of you is leaving and he just has to be inside you, even for a moment before you’re separated. Sometimes he’s so desperate and you’re so tired, he promises he’ll be real fast, he just needs you, he’d do it himself but you feel so much better.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Always game to try new things. Loves risk (again L=location), loves to do it in places with a high risk of getting caught.

If you’re also a thief/rogue, just imagine, robbing a jewellery store with a few minutes to spare, so you hop up on a counter and make love amongst your I’ll-gotten gains, in front of the CCTV before making your getaway.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Mid-day is when his stamina is at its peak. His brains too fuzzy in the mornings, he gets pussy drunk and cums almost instantly. Then he spends all day drinking, and it feels like nothing cause it’s just beer, but if he has enough he’ll hit a point where he struggles to get it up no matter how bad he wants it.

T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Again, he’s down for anything a few times. He’s a fan of:

anal toys (again, super into you receiving again, hard sell on flipping the script until he tried it and loved it),

impact toys,

and those remote control vibes that he can set off while you’re out in public, again it’s the risk factor, but he also learned he can deviously use it to his advantage for other things.

“No Digger I’m not buying you an- OH, uhhhh.” “Sorry babe, don’t know what you’re sayin’. I’ll get two.”

“Oh look, there’s Snart, we should go say hhhhhhhhhhh.” “You sure you wanna do that?”

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s not a tease in the physical sense, because denying you would mean denying himself and he’s a glutton.

He is a verbal tease though, and likes to make fun of you. “Awh, you’re cute when you’re cock drunk.”

“Fuck, you like that don’t ya? Yeah? Say it or I’ll stop.” - he won’t stop, it’s an empty threat.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Does not shut the fuck up. Chats such shit the whole time, just to hear the sound of his own voice until it feels too good to say real words, and then he makes the prettiest little whimpers and cries as he chases his orgasm.

Examples: “fuck, you’re so wet, sure you haven’t pissed yourself? It’s okay if you did.”

“Ooohhh shhiiiit, darl’ you feel so good, take it all, take it all, yeah yeah yeah.”

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, where do you want it, baby? Tell me where to cum? Hurry baby it’s ah-“

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Would love if you could come to some kind of cnc somnophilia agreement. His work keeps him out late, sometimes for days, weeks, months at a time. When he comes home he just wants to lose himself between your legs either with his tongue or his cock, but you look so peaceful, and he knows you’ve probably barely slept since he left, too worried about him. It would be perfect if he could just have his way with you while letting you sleep.

Great fantasy but in practice, he’s too rough and sloppy and noisy, you’d be awake in no time. Not to mention there’s no way he’s bottoming out inside you without help.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

As previously mentioned, hairy. Bigger than average, around 8-9 inches, and thicker than you’d expect because he’s uncut for sure.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High, like he’s not inhuman, he physically can’t have a boner all the time, but he can and will get it up as much as he possibly can.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Almost instantly, even if it's just a quickie in the middle of the day, he gives it his all and then he's ready to wrap you up in his arms and conk out.