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⚣ Love's Punishment 🏛️

Prompts Used: @rednsuch – #39 “Just the smell of you gets me excited, darling.” – #13 “Stop being such a brat.”

⚣🏛️ Summary → One may ask what it's like having a God or Goddess for a parent. Honestly, not fun, and Y/N is a perfect example of that considering how he's being punished by his mother. How do you even bring up this level of mommy issues in therapy?

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Daddy issues this, and Daddy issues that.

What about the people who have mommy issues? Because they exist, and Y/N would be shocked if anyone else’s relationship challenges with their mother were similar to his own.

Truthfully, he would never understand or believe the idea that someone could have sex and procreate with a god or goddess and not have one clue. There was no divine light following behind them? No wisps of magic or sparkles. No flowers and bright auras left in their footpaths?

Nothing, not a single clue?

Bullshit.

You may ask yourself, “Y/N, whatever could be wrong with someone having adult fun and having children with a god or goddess?”

Lots of things, actually. There could be an encyclopedia on why that could be a bad idea with lots of consequences to follow. Too many to get into right at this moment considering he was busy trying to cover his head and face from getting blasted while hanging off a superhero’s shoulders like a sack of potatoes.

Getting punished by a god or goddess was not for the weak.

No kid liked getting in trouble and punished by their parents. It was a very unpleasant and frustrating feeling when you had to answer for something you either 100% did without thinking of the circumstances, or something that happened and you were the victim of said circumstances.

But imagine getting punished by your God or Goddess parent for something that you had no control over. Even more, something said parent was directly responsible for!

The hypocrisy of it all.

Y/N’s father was a handsome man. Their genes were always divinely blessed, the Alpha always liked to joke, and the young Omega didn’t realize the irony of that statement until he got older and started questioning things.

Whenever he thought about changing his appearance or switching something up, it happened immediately without any action or movement from him. At one point during some teenage life crisis, he wanted to go blonde but didn’t even need to purchase dye. One moment he’s looking at his natural hair color and looks down to grab his comb. Next thing he knows, he’s got a full head of blond hair in the exact style he imagined. And it looked goood.

There was another time when he wished in his head that the sweater he was eyeing while shopping was gray instead of red, but according to the store, they never produced that particular color. When he went to go look at other options, imagine his surprise when he turned back two minutes later and it seemed as if the store did indeed have gray. And from a closer look, they only had gray. Starting to see the point?

Y/N could read people like a book, especially pertaining to feelings of affection, desire, and jealousy. Imagine the ability to feel someone’s very adult-like feelings, and you hadn’t even hit puberty yet. His dad had to have the birds and the bees talk with him much earlier than planned.

One of the most concerning things was Y/N's naturally attractive aura and charming voice. Though, he couldn’t tell if it was his voice or just the words he spoke that were attractive. But, people seemed to flock to him like moths to a flame. Even at a young age, many fought for his attention, whether it was classmates, friends, family, or strangers he’d run into when out with his dad.

It was normal for an Omega to be highly desired and sought after by Alphas, but it wasn’t just them fighting for his attention. Y/N had Betas and Omegas alike competing with each other for the chance to get acquainted with him.

By the time he entered high school, on record, he had up to four secret admirers (and two stalkers), and when things only seemed to get more out of control, that’s when his dad finally decided to sit him down and explain the truth to him.

“So, yeah. Probably should have told you this when you were younger, but your mom’s Aphrodite.”

…

Not joking, he 100% said it just like that.

Of course, you can imagine the Omega’s confusion and somewhat anger that this information had been withheld for most of his life. Now, not only did Y/N have to deal with the everyday struggles of life and being an Omega, but he also had to balance being the demigod son to the Goddess of Beauty, Love, and Desire. When you think about it, it made the Omega thing 10x more stressful than it already was.

This was the type of shit people wrote and fantasized about.

Wait a sec…

…

Nah.

Now, back to the beginning, since we have some more context, what was this so-called punishment, and why did it have Y/N grumbling about mommy issues while being whisked around the nation’s capital as some superheroes had it out with each other over who got to claim his body affection?

Oh, nothing serious, really. Just mommy dearest trying to interfere with her son’s love life! Who knew the immortal parents were privy to the same, petty tactics as their mortal counterparts…

Unlike most others who would be excited at the thought of being the child of Aphrodite, Y/N felt he had an unfair advantage when it came to dating and relationships, given his semi-godly abilities and gifts. After his last relationship ended in a horror show with a sequel he promised would never see production, he swore off dating and romance for good.

Well, that didn’t fly too well with Aphrodite. Her children, full-blood and half-blood, were always known for their romantic escapades. One of them was the face of Valentine’s Day! Well, his cousin from Rome was, at least.

So, with the help of her son and Y/N’s half-brother, Eros, God of Love, Lust, and Sex, (the mentioned Greek cousin to Cupid) they set up a little divine punishment for the young Demigod to teach him a lesson for rejecting his goldy heritage. It also paid off as insurance, just in case.

Deities and their children were always known to be stubborn little beings.

Aphrodite sent Eros down to Earth to follow his half-blood sibling around, observing his actions and who he interacted with. And, for any male Alpha that the Omega came in contact with, the God of Lust was to ensure a connection was established between the two if he deemed them worthy enough.

Simply put, he was to shoot male Alpha he figured his mother would approve as a match for her son/his brother in the ass with a love arrow. Now, why she told him to shoot only male Alphas and not female, you’d have to ask her.

Mother knows best.

Unlucky for Y/N, they chose one of the worst days to do that when he happened to be in Washington, D.C. for a work-related trip.

Do you know what else is in Washington, D.C.? The Justice League headquarters.

But, why would that be a problem? Do you really need an explanation?

Imagine how interesting it would be if, at the same time Y/N happened to be in Washington, D.C., one of the famous Justice League heroes like Flash, Green Lantern, or Superman happened to be there as well. Picture how tempting of an opportunity it would be for Eros after he was told to find the best potential matches for his little brother.

Pretty damn tempting if you ask anyone else.

Now, if we’re being truthful, Superman was Eros’ ideal choice for his brother, knowing their mother would definitely approve of the relationship between her son and the Kryptonian. Even if he wasn’t an Alpha due to his alien biology, he still had all the ideal traits of one. Not to mention his strong features and handsome looks.

But, he wasn’t opposed to one of the other heroes like Flash or Green Lantern. And when the latter had been the one to save Y/N during some random battle that broke out between the League and some villains, he figured why not just shoot them all and see who came out on top?

Plus, he was the God of Sex just as much as he was of Love. He wanted to see who out of the three heroes had the sexual prowess to handle someone like his brother. Prude or not, being mated to a child of Aphrodite meant you had to be strong in a lot of ways, especially when it came down to the nitty and gritty.

And who said he couldn’t get a little entertainment out of this?

That entertainment is what led Y/N to his situation of being carried throughout the city like some prize while the world’s defenders fought with each other like kids trying to get the last cookie in the jar.

As said, it started with Green Lantern rescuing him and carrying him away to some random rooftop. Everything seemed normal until Y/N noticed a change in the hero and his sudden lustful gazes that were being directed at him. He'd been on the receiving end of a fair amount of adoration and attention by admiring and persistent Alphas, but this he could tell was something different.

And it was.

Eros had shot Green Lantern with the love arrow while they were still in the sky. Now, instead of thinking about the fight he was leaving his comrades to handle by themselves without his assistance, all his thoughts were centered around the Omega in his arms and how blessed he was to be in the presence of such a radiant being.

And how much he couldn't wait to claim his body all for himself. Besides, no one was more fitting or deserving of an Omega of Y/N's stature than the Green Lantern himself. At least, that's what his love-delusioned, and frankly, naturally egotistical mind believed.

Y/N didn't have time to even question what was going on before the green-clad hero had whisked him away to a rooftop, not too far from where the fight was happening. He figured it was over after that and the Alpha would return to his comrades after setting him down.

Imagine the Omega's shock when he found himself pressed against a wall, the hero kissing and nuzzling his neck while running his hands down his body.

"W-What are you doing?" Y/N stuttered out, trying to push the man away but to no avail.

"What does it look like? I'm saving you," The hero's voice was gruff and desperate, and the Omega was starting to get concerned.

"Okay, but this is less saving and more of molesting," Y/N struggled, having his arms pinned against the wall before feeling a hand running down his body towards his pants.

"I'm saving you from other Alphas trying to claim you. After this, you'll belong to me, and me only," Lantern growled gruffly in his ear, an aggressiveness that was all too familiar to the Omega. He'd seen this behavior before but didn't have much time to think about it as the hero started unbuttoning his pants.

"W-Wait! Stop!"

"No, I can't," Lantern shook his head, his eyes glazed over.

"You're under a spell or something!" Y/N tried again, but his words fell on deaf ears.

"I can't stop myself. I need you now," The hero growled, finally pulling the Omega's pants and underwear down before undoing his own and pulling out his throbbing, hard cock.

"No! Stop! You don't want to do this!"

"Stop being such a brat. I need to do this," Lantern's voice was firm and demanding.

Before the green-clad hero could achieve his objective, he was suddenly yanked off the Omega by a red and yellow blur, electricity crackling off it. The Omega after realizing he was free wasted no time in pulling his underwear and pants back up, watching as the blur, now recognized to be Flash, was currently fighting with Green Lantern near the edge of the rooftop.

"What are you doing, man?!" Flash yelled, trying to restrain the other hero.

"Let go of me, I need to save him!" Lantern growled, fighting the speedster's hold.

"From what?" Flash questioned, looking at the Omega confused.

"He's mine!"

"He's not yours!"

"Yes, he is!"

"GL, you need to get a grip."

"He's my Omega! I need to mark him!"

From his position, Y/N could see Flash was struggling to hold the other Alpha down and figured he should probably make his exit right about now. He made his way over to the fire escape, about to climb over until a figure floated up from below.

Superman, ever in his large and slightly intimidating form with his cape blowing in the wind looked down at the Omega with a smile, offering his hand, "Need some help?"

The Omega smiled with a soft blush, trying to quell his nerves at the Alpha's admittedly very handsome and chiseled face. Again, the Omega was no prude, nor was he oblivious to all the gossip and rumors of the world's protectors and their handsome and muscular figures. The latter was made even more prominent by the tight nature of their uniforms.

Y/N would be lying if he said he wasn't looking at Flash's prominent glutes hidden under the red spandex.

But, before the Omega took the Kryptonian's equally large hand, he noticed something in the background. The fight that initially led to this whole mess was still going on. Yet, three of the main superheroes involved in that fight were over here. Flash, he threw to the back of his mind since the speedster did technically save him. But, why was Superman here?

That's when Y/N noticed something in the Kryptonian hero's eyes. An expression almost identical to the one he just saw in Green Lantern.

Uh oh.

Before the Omega could even react, the Alpha had already scooped him up into his arms and flew off into the sky.

"H-Hey! Put me down!" Y/N stuttered, struggling in the Alpha's hold.

"I can't. I need to save you," Superman's voice was low and deep, and the Omega could feel the vibrations from his chest.

Hmm, where had he heard that before?

"Save me from what?"

"Other Alphas trying to claim you," The Kryptonian explained, and Y/N could have sworn he heard a growl in his voice.

A nervous feeling settled into his stomach, and if he wasn't careful, he'd find himself falling prey and submissive to the very situation he was trying to find a way out of. Being Aphrodite's son as mentioned before, he had an extraordinary gift with the power of emotions and desires. He could project his feelings of desire and love onto others, just as much as he could mirror them.

Another one of those aforementioned consequences of deities breeding with mortals.

The only thing Y/N struggled to figure out though was why all of this was happening. He'd never had a run-in with any of these heroes before, and the only time he'd seen behavior like this was when it was related to his...

...Of course.

His mother.

Now, everything was starting to make sense. This could only be the work of mommy dearest, and if Y/N had to guess, his half-brother Eros as well.

He'd have to deal with that problem later, though. Right now, he needed to focus on the task at hand, and that was escaping the arms of a very powerful, very strong, and very horny superhero.

"You're mine. I'll protect you from the others," Superman continued, and Y/N could feel a slight rumble in the Alpha's chest.

"I'm not yours," The Omega shook his head, continuing to struggle.

"Yes, you are. You're mine," The Kryptonian's grip tightened, and the Omega winced at the pain.

Y/N looked down and quickly rid himself of any thoughts that he could survive a fall from this height. Even if he was Aphrodite's son, he lacked something vitally important that his mother and brother both possessed. Immortality.

Hopefully, he could figure another way out of this.

He knew there was no reasoning with the Alpha. As long as he was under Eros' spell, no amount of logic or reasoning would get through to him. As cliché as it may sound, Y/N needed a divine intervention.

Thankfully, it seemed as if one was on the way.

Trails of green energy suddenly surrounded the pair, forming a giant floating cage. Superman turned to see his comrade, having escaped from Flash's grasp flying toward them.

"Get away from him!" Green Lantern yelled, flying towards the duo.

"No! He belongs to me. You have no right to him Lantern," Superman shouted back, clutching the Omega closer.

"You're not even a real Alpha, Clark! You're not even strong enough to make an Omega like him submit to you."

"What did you just say?!"

"You heard me, you fake-ass Alpha. I'm the only one worthy enough for him. Not some alien trash!"

"Why, you-"

Before the two could continue their argument, a vortex suddenly surrounded the two, causing Lantern to lose his focus. The energy cage surrounding the Kryptonian and Omega dissipated and the force from the vortex sent the two heroes to lose their flying. Superman tried his best to stay in the air, but the sudden force was too much and caused him to crash into a nearby building while Lantern crashed into a dumpster.

The Kryptonian managed to shield the Omega from the damage and brunt of their fall by wrapping him in his body. When Y/N realized they weren't falling anymore and had come to a complete stop, he peeked from the Alpha's hold, just in time to see the return of a certain Speedster who must have run up the side of the building to where they were now.

"Are you guys alright?" Flash asked, his eyes landing on the Omega in Superman's arms.

"I'm fine," Y/N nodded, and Flash sighed in relief.

"A vortex, Flash? Really?" Superman questioned with a raised eyebrow, still holding the Omega to his body.

"It was the quickest way to get you two out of the air without hurting anyone," Flash defended, crossing his arms.

"By throwing us into a building?"

"Better than the ground."

"You could have gotten him killed!"

"You were the one holding him!"

"Guys, I'm fine. I promise," Y/N interrupted, and the two Alphas turned to him.

"See, he's fine. Let's get back to the fight," Flash suggested, turning to leave.

"No, not until he's mine," Superman shook his head, and the Omega groaned. He stood up from the ground, letting the Omega stand on his own feet, but keeping an arm wrapped body to prevent him from running off.

"Not this again," Flash sighed, turning back, "You can't claim him."

"And why not?"

"Because he's mine," Lantern's voice suddenly joined the conversation, and the three turned to see the hero, seemingly recovered from his fall, walking towards them.

"No, he's mine!" Superman shouted, his eyes suddenly glowing red as he pointed them at the green-clad hero.

"Clark, no!" Flash shouted, holding his arms up in an attempt to stop the Kryptonian.

"No, he's mine. He's mine. He's mine!" The Kryptonian yelled, his eyes getting brighter.

"Clark, you're gonna kill him!"

"I don't care, Barry. No one is taking my Omega from me."

"He's not yours to claim," Lantern shouted back.

While this was all happening, everyone was oblivious to the new presence that had joined him. Only, none of the heroes could see him. Only Y/N could, and that was a very big problem.

"Eros..." Y/N muttered under his breath, narrowing his gaze at his half-brother who held a mischievous grin on his face while positioning himself slowly behind the speedster.

When Y/N realized what he was doing, he struggled in the Kryptonian's grip, "Eros, no!"

But, it was too late. The deity had taken his shot at the Flash, hitting him perfectly square in the back. The speedster flinched at the impact, turning to look around but finding nothing there, at least, nothing his sight could see. But, when he turned his gaze back around and they fell on the Omega still trapped in Superman's hands, an identical glaze to match the one in the other heroes fell over his eyes. One the half-blood was all too familiar with.

"Oh fuck..." Y/N muttered under his breath.

"Mine," Flash growled, his eyes trained on the Omega.

Before either of the two other heroes could react, Flash sped forward and landed a bunch of fast punches and blows on the Kryptonian, causing him to lose his grip on the Omega.

"Flash, what are you doing?" Lantern yelled at his comrade.

"Taking what's mine," The speedster responded, a charming but crazed look in his expression.

He grabbed Y/N and threw him over his shoulder, the Omega flailing in his grip while also trying to hold on tight as the speedster sped around the space, avoiding attacks from both Green Lantern and Superman at the same time.

"He's not yours, Barry!" Superman shouted, his heat vision shooting at the speedster who avoided it with ease.

"Yes, he is! He's mine!" The speedster yelled, clutching the Omega tighter.

"No, he's mine," Lantern yelled back, sending a giant fist toward the speedster who avoided it in a blur.

"No, he's mine!" Superman yelled, sending his heat vision at Lantern who in turn blocked it with a shield.

"No, he's mine!" The two shouted together, and the fight resumed.

Y/N, still trapped in the speedster's arms, watched helplessly as the Kryptonian and Lantern focused their attacks on each other, feeling a pat on his ass from the speedster who tightened the grip he had around his legs.

"Don't worry about them, beautiful. They're not worthy enough to have you. I am. You'll be mine, and I'll protect you from the others," Flash's voice was husky, and the Omega could feel his heart pounding against his chest.

"You're under a spell, Flash. You don't want to do this," Y/N tried to reason, but the speedster just laughed.

"Oh, but I do. I didn't know what actual life was until just a few minutes ago when I gazed upon you. and now that I have you, I can finally make you mine," Flash smirked, and the Omega gulped.

Flash sped out of the building with the Omega over his shoulder still, the two other Alphas only noticing their disappearance after they were already a mile down the street.

"Shit, where did he take him?" Lantern asked, looking around.

"I don't know," Superman answered, "But we'll find him. And when we do, you'll be the one who has to step aside."

"Like hell, I will!"

While those two continued to bicker, Flash ran himself and the Omega all the way back to Central City. Y/N was amazed at how he didn't pass out from the speed and movement, but he was grateful he didn't. Also, having superspeed may have made it a bit easier.

Just a guess.

When they finally came to a stop, the Omega was set down on his feet, and he looked around to see they were in some bedroom.

"Where are we?" Y/N asked, trying to keep his composure.

"My bedroom," Flash answered, his eyes still glazed over.

"Oh," Y/N nodded, a nervous feeling in his stomach.

"Don't worry, you're safe here," The speedster walked towards him, and the Omega backed away, "I'm not gonna hurt you."

"You say that, but your eyes say otherwise," Y/N responded, continuing to back away until he hit the wall.

"I know. But, I can't help it. I need to have you," Flash smirked, and the Omega felt his arousal getting excited in his pants.

"I'm not yours to have," Y/N shook his head, his heart pounding.

"Yes, you are," Flash's voice was firm, and the Omega felt his resolve fading.

"I-I'm not," Y/N stuttered, his knees getting weak.

"Yes, you are," The speedster was in front of him, and Y/N could feel his breath on his skin.

"I'm not," Y/N shook his head, but his voice was barely a whisper.

"You are," Flash whispered, his face close to the Omega's.

The very thing Y/N was concerned about happening when he was trapped with Superman earlier began to manifest, much to his fear. His divine abilities were reacting to his body's 'chemistry spikes' and now, he was beginning to mirror the Alpha's current feelings toward him, including the obsessive ones, which were now clouding his judgment.

"I'm not," Y/N shook his head, his breathing getting labored.

"You are," Flash whispered, his lips getting closer to the Omega's.

"I'm not," Y/N stuttered, his body giving in.

"You are," Flash whispered, pressing his lips to the Omega's.

"I'm not," Y/N muttered against his lips.

"You are," Flash said firmly, pulling the Omega's body closer to him.

In a move Y/N thought was him going to push against the Alpha in an attempt to resist his seductions, he actually was running his hands up and down the spandex-covered muscles. His legs were spread open by the speedster as he hoisted him up, wrapping them around his waist while pressing him to the wall, kissing him even harder while undressing his clothes.

"You're mine, Y/N," The speedster whispered, his lips trailing down the Omega's neck, "All mine."

"I'm yours, Barry," Y/N panted, his body flushed. Y/N remembered hearing Superman call the speedster by that, figuring it must have been either his civilian name or a codename they had. Either way, he could see from the delighted expression across the Flash's face and his blue eyes through the slits of his mask that he was very pleased by it.

"Say it again."

"I'm yours, Barry. I'm yours."

"That's right, beautiful. You're mine, and I'm yours. You'll never have to worry about other Alphas again, because I'll protect you from them."

The sun's light cascaded through the open windows in the bedroom as the two continued frotting against each other against the wall. Barry trailed his kisses from Y/N's lips down to his neck and eventually to his naked chest, before sucking on his wet nipples while the Omega through his head back in pleasure, the Alpha looking up at him with his blue eyes before taking his lips away from the leaking nubs.

"Do you like that, darling?" Barry asked, and the Omega nodded, his eyes glazed over, "Are you ready for more?"

"Y-Yes, Alpha," Y/N nodded, his breath labored.

"Good boy," Barry whispered, his voice husky and deep. He kissed the Omega one last time on the lips before pulling him away from the wall, carrying him bridal style to the bed.

Barry laid the Omega down, the latter spreading his legs open in submission and invitation, and the former smirked, climbing on top of the bed. Barry pressed kisses to the side of the Omega's neck again, right over his scent gland before taking a big sniff.

"Just the smell of you gets me excited, darling."

Barry's hands roamed the Omega's upper naked body, feeling the smooth and soft skin while trailing his fingers down his sides and to his hips. Y/N gasped, his hands gripping the sheets as the speedster's fingers teased the inside of his thighs.

"I love the way your skin feels, and the way your body reacts to me," Barry whispered, his nose pressing into the Omega's scent gland.

"Barry," Y/N moaned, his body arching off the bed.

"Say it again," Barry growled, his hands squeezing the Omega's hips.

"Barry," Y/N moaned, his eyes closed.

"That's right, baby. I'm Barry, and you're mine," Barry whispered, his fingers moving up the Omega's inner thighs.

"I'm yours," Y/N nodded, his legs spreading open even wider.

However, before Barry could move to remove the Y/N’s pants, the Omega whined at him, tugging on the spandex of his suit and mask with his hands causing a cheesing smile to appear across the Alpha's face.

"Aw, you want to see me out of my suit, don't you, darling?" Barry asked, and the Omega nodded frantically.

"Yes, Alpha. Please."

"Good boy," Barry praised, and the Omega whimpered.

He quickly removed his gloves and masks, tossing them aside before unzipping the top of his suit and pulling it off, revealing his sculpted and muscled chest. Y/N's eyes widened in delight and appreciation at the sight, reaching his hands out to touch the smooth and pale skin.

The Omega moaned happily at the sight, running his hands down the hard pecs and abs while leaning up to press his own kisses against the skin. Barry shuddered above him from the move while resuming his earlier actions of removing the offending pants and underwear that were hiding his prize from his sight.

Tossing the pants aside, he leaned up and took in the sight of the fully naked Omega, writhing on his sheets and whining for him, feeling his own throbbing hard erection under his suit pants.

"Look at you, darling. So beautiful, and all mine," Barry ran his hands down the Omega's sides, creating a tickling feeling that had the smaller male giggling, "I can't wait to claim your body, all for me," he growled, voice husky with want.

Barry kissed his way down the Omega's chest, taking a moment to bite and lick at the leaking nubs again before gripping his thighs and spreading them open. He positioned his head between the open legs while staring at the tight, slick-producing hole in front of him. He lapped his tongue to gather of taste of it on his tongue, Y/N flinching violently at the sensation while calling out the Alpha's name.

"Delicious," Barry muttered, before diving in on the wet treat in front of him.

"Oh fuck," Y/N moaned, his hands gripping the bed sheets tightly.

Barry's tongue lapped at the dripping slick, his hands gripping the Omega's thighs tight and pushing them open even further to gain better access. Y/N moaned, his back arching off the bed while the Alpha's tongue entered his hole, tasting him from the inside.

"Barry, please. Please, I need it. Please," Y/N begged, his body shaking with arousal and want.

Barry didn't listen to him though, he kept feasting on the Omega's arousal while using his speed to vibrate his tongue inside him, causing the Omega to moan even louder, his body shaking with pleasure.

"Barry, please! a-ah, fuck ... !" Y/N cried, his body shaking even more.

"What do you need, baby? Tell me," Barry asked, pulling his tongue out and looking at the Omega with a smirk.

"I-I need you... Please, please," Y/N begged, and the Alpha smiled.

"You want me, baby?"

"Yes, Alpha. Please, I need you. Please."

"Well, since you asked so nicely."

The Alpha discarded the rest of his suit and underwear, his throbbing erection springing free, causing the Omega to lick his lips at the sight. Barry chuckled at his reaction while pulling him down the bed and picking him up in his arms, wrapping the smaller male's legs around him and pressing him against the wall.

Barry played with his cock against the Y/N's wet heat, enjoying the pleasurable reactions that ran across the Omega's face. "Who's your Alpha?" He asked with another playful smack of his mushroom head against the hot and throbbing entrance.

"Y-You, Alpha," Y/N panted, his face red and eyes glazed over.

"That's right, baby. I'm your Alpha," Barry whispered before he slowly slid inside the Omega.

"Fuck!" Y/N yelled, his head leaning back against the wall.

"So tight and warm. It's like you were made just for me, baby," Barry moaned, his cock pushing all the way in until his balls were pressed against the Omega's ass.

Y/N dug his nails into the skin of Barry's shoulders while the Alpha pressed him harder against the wall, his hips rapidly moving back and forth as he fucked him hard. The speedster's hips and legs were already dripping with more and more of the Omega's arousal as it dripped into his carpet, creating more of a mess the harder he thrust in and out of the hole.

"h-harder ... p-please, harder ..." Y/N moaned, his eyes closed while Barry sucked on his neck.

"So beautiful," Barry growled, his hands gripping the Omega's ass cheeks while thrusting harder, "Such a good little Omega, taking my cock so well."

"Barry! Barry!" Y/N moaned, his legs wrapped tighter around the Alpha's waist.

"Say it again," Barry growled, his hips moving faster.

"Barry!" Y/N moaned, his back arching.

Suddenly, Barry got the bright idea to add his speed to it, making his hips move at a pace that would be deemed impossible for any regular human. Good thing he wasn't a regular human. However, the increase in speed had Y/N shouting at the top of his lungs, tears springing to his eyes as he pounded his fists against the Alpha's hard, mildly sweaty chest.

Meanwhile, Y/N was a soaking mess. The shine from the sweat all around his body was highlighted by the sun's fading rays and the increasingly bright glow from the streetlights outside the window. Combined with the sticky fluid still leaking from his chest and the slick that was all but splashing between the Alpha and Omega.

"That's it, baby. Take my cock. Take it all," Barry growled, his hips moving faster.

"Barry, I-I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum," Y/N cried, his legs shaking.

"Do it. Cum for me, baby," Barry commanded, and the Omega followed.

"Fuck!" Y/N screamed, his back arching and his eyes rolling back into his head as he came between the two, digging nails into Barry's sweaty back as his release overwhelmed him.

"That's a good Omega," Barry said, before slipping out of the smaller male, carrying him over to the bed and propping him up on all fours.

He gripped the Omega's hips, sliding back inside him and fucking him at a rapid pace, his hips slapping against the plump ass cheeks. Y/N's eyes rolled back into his head as he cried out, his body shaking with pleasure while the Alpha fucked him.

"That's it, baby. Take it," Barry growled, his grip tightening on the Omega's hips.

"p-please, I can't... FUCK! I can't take anymore... !" Y/N cried, his body shaking as the Alpha started using his powers again to increase his speed.

"You can, and you will," Barry growled, his hips moving even faster.

"Barry, please! Fuck, I'm gonna... !"

"Do it. Cum for me, baby. Cum for your Alpha," Barry growled.

"mm ... mmh ... ! O-OHH, FUCK ... !" Y/N shouted, his back arching and his eyes rolling back into his head as he came, his legs and body shaking from the overstimulation as the Alpha started to chase his own finish.

Barry's knot started to form at the base and slowly was inching closer and closer as the Alpha fucked the Omega who was beginning to softly cry from the amount of pleasure and pain he was experiencing. His hands weakly tried to push against the speedster's hips in an attempt to slow him down but were snatched together in a grip while feeling a painful smack against his ass.

"Don't try and fight it, baby. Just let me claim you. Just let me have you," Barry growled, throwing his head back in pleasure.

"Barry, I-I can't ... !" Y/N cried, his body shaking.

"Yes, you can. Just a little longer," Barry's hips started to stutter, and the Omega cried out, his legs shaking as he felt the Alpha's knot starting to press against his hole.

"Barry, please! PLEASE ... !" Y/N sobbed, his body convulsing on the inside from the overwhelming sensation.

"Just a little longer, baby. Just a little longer."

"I-I can't... Please, I can't ... !"

"Almost there, baby. Who's your Alpha?"

"Y-You... You are ... !"

"That's right, baby. I'm your Alpha. And, now I'm gonna make you mine. Forever."

With that, Barry pressed all the way inside, releasing his knot into the Omega with a loud groan as he leaned forward, catching himself on the bed as Y/N had his third orgasm against the sheets, suddenly feeling heavy and drained from the strenuous workout he just went through.

While the pair were both recovering, neither of them realized the small, matching marks that slowly appeared over their scent glands. They were now a fully mated pair, and the God of Love and Sex knew this as he peered in through the window, watching the sweaty individuals with satisfaction.

"Welp, my job's done. I'm sure Mother will be pleased with this outcome. Serves you right, brother. You should know better than to try and deny your heritage. Hope you learn well from this punishment."

With that, the deity disappeared, making his way home.

Meanwhile...

"That should be the last of them," Lantern said, flying through the air after he captured the last of the attacking minions.

"Good," Superman nodded, his eyes still glowing white as he scanned the area.

"What are you doing?" Lantern asked, looking at the Kryptonian confused.

"Looking for him."

"Who?"

"The Omega."

"Oh yeah, do you think Barry already claimed him?"

"Probably, but it doesn't matter. Cause he belongs to me, and I'm going to take him back, by whatever means necessary."

☀️ | Barry Allen/Flash | ☀️

☀️ | Masterlists | ☀️

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Can I please request female reader smut bodyworshipping the DC Boys (Bruce, Tim, Jason, Clark, Hal, Wally) headcanons please (reader doing it to them)

They deserve to be loved and worshipped.

Pairing: Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Wally West, Hal Jordan, Clark Kent x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, bodyworship, kissing, hickyes, cuddles, moaning, blushing, humping, blowjob, pussyjob

A/N: These guys need to be shown so much love for the shit they always go through.

Bruce always feels like he needs to get ready for you lavishing him with love and care to that extent. Very used to people thirsting over him and just fucking but what you two have is much more so the soft kisses and touches and the way you slowly slide your hand down his body to wrap around his cock make his body buzz with lust and his hips buck.

Jason loves it when you kiss your way up his abs and lick your slick off in the process. Seeing as you used his abs to come earlier its only fair that you repay him for it. Part of him wants to push his cock inside you and come in there but another part just wants to relx into your touches and feel your whole body on top of his as you take things slow, almost edging him.

Tim is super shy about you taking in every part of his body, walking around him and kissing down his spine and up to his neck, one hand jerking him off, the other rolling his nipples between your fingers and getting the sweetest sounds from him. Theres a trail of little red kiss marks from his back, across his chest and finally down to his cock.

Wally looks pretty damn happy with himself when you're licking drops of cum off his cock and getting on top of him to ride him. If he wanted to he could thrust into you so damn fast, putting your vibrator to shame but insted he allows himself to take it slow, to let you go at a snails pace as you push up and then ever so slowly back down to give him full body chills which you then massage away.

Hal takes no chances to let you leave once you're on top of him, rubbing your whole body against his. Its good to be inside you while you worship his body, kissing and licking and biting across his shoulders and neck while your nails leave scratch marks on his hips and his ass while he comes inside you, one orgasm after another.

Clark is used to being looked at a lot and having people admire him but not in a sexual way. The first time you kissed all over his body, mapping his weak spots you had trouble with it because he would moan and blush no matter where you touched him. You barely had to touch his cock to get him to finish, but not to worry he's got that Kryptonian stamina.

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dollwritesarchive · 1 year

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𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 — 𝐡𝐚𝐥 𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐧 & 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!wayne!reader, age gap ( reader is 18+ and Hal & Barry are in their 40s ), daddy kink, filming sex acts ( and sharing them without reader’s knowledge ), oral sex ( m!receiving ), facial, slight dumbification, peer pressure, all characters featured are 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ this is actually the prelude to my halbarry dp request, i just felt it would be better to split them into two parts. do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading <3

“Jesus Christ, Hal, can you at least turn the sound down a little bit?” Barry was staring— crimson-cheeked, sapphire eyes big as saucers, at the video on the screen of Hal’s phone. the sound was turned all the way up, and it seemed like your fervent clucking and Hal’s grunting was bouncing off each wall and coming back to make him dizzy. “Someone’s going to hear it.” he already knew he was watching something he shouldn’t be, and his anxiety was turned up to one thousand: terrified that Batman would appear at the door any moment, and hear the sounds of his daughter’s throat being violated by a team member. Barry would be an accomplice to that, in his mind at least. but he was still staring at the video.

for some reason, he couldn’t look away.

but Hal wasn’t even listening; he hadn’t stopped talking about it. grinning widely, he had his fist clapped on Barry’s shoulder, “— I’m tellin’ ya, that girl loves to suck cock. She was begging me, both hands in my jeans, big puppy dog eyes,”

“Hal…”

“— when I finally gave in and pulled it out, she fuckin’ went crazy for it. Said she’d never sucked anything so big before. You shoulda seen her trying to get the whole thing in her mouth; kept just whining and licking, I had to step in after a minute and shove it in for her. Cute, little thing nearly choked.” Hal sank his teeth into his lower lip, reminiscent of just how happy you looked, as he watched your head bobbing up and down on the recording. your eyes were looking up directly into the camera, pupils blown out with lust, eyelashes wet where the tip of his dick battered the entrance of your throat and teased your gag reflex. “Just look at her, man. She was dripping wet after just sucking me.”

Barry blushed deeper— you did look like you were enjoying it. and, as wrong as it may have been, he was kind of liking watching it.

when Hal’s hand pushed your head down and the entirety of his cock disappeared, you gag but your eyes roll back. he only holds it for a second before he lets go and you bounce back up, sputtering for air. “Look at me, baby girl,” Hal was panting, and when your eyelids fluttered upwards toward the camera, Hal grabs hold of the base of his cock, now shiny with your spit. Barry realized then that Hal must’ve used a construct to hold the phone steady, because one hand was gripping himself, while the other angles your face in the desired position, his fingers dipping into your mouth for only a moment. he slaps the bulbous, pink tip against your cheek hard, and you whimper in sordid delight, a dazed smile on your swollen lips, “‘s Batman your daddy, huh?” closing one eye, you mewl and shake your head. “No?” he teases. “Am I your daddy?” whining with your mouth hanging open, hoping to persuade him to get bored of spanking it against your cheek and lips and slip it back in, you nod.

“Do you have a death wish? Seriously, do you?” Barry asked, incredulous. but, he couldn’t deny, he felt a subtle ping of jealousy towards his friend. “You do realize if Bruce or the Batkids find out about this, you’re toast, right?”

Hal grins wider, his eyes glued to the screen, “Wait, wait, wait! Watch this part, this part is real good.” he clearly didn’t care about the possible repercussions.

“You’re my daddy,” you purr, grasping his cock with both hands. Hal releases a euphoric exhale when you suck on the head, stroking the remaining inches in tandem, “Green Lantern’s my daddy!” your voice was heavily muffled since your mouth was full, but when you looked up at the lens, Barry could see your eyes smiling. they were sparkling, and his breath caught in his throat. you were so happy to be pleasing him.

“Jeez…” he mutters, mostly to himself. he was humiliated to admit that he was hard in his joggers.

“I know, right?” Hal chortles, running his finger against the screen to scrub ahead. he hits the pad of his finger on the play button in the middle of the screen when your face is painted with his cum, dripping down your chin, and he’s holding your hair at the crown of your head.

“Like that, baby girl?” Hal was crooning, rubbing his twitching cock over your parted lips as it spurts what remained of his release; each eruption granting a moan that rumbles deep in his chest, “Like that daddy made you all messy and cute? Does my cum taste good?”

giggling, you nod, your tongue swirling around the tip. you seemed utterly drunk on it; Barry was looking into the pixels of your eyes, examining how glassy they were. he could imagine that you probably couldn’t even remember your own name in that moment. it seemed like the only thing on your mind was Hal’s cock.

lucky bastard.

“Yeah? Can’t even use your words anymore?” a shake of your head and an incomprehensible babble later, Hal guides the tip of his cock back to press against your slack lips, which part with absolutely no resistance, and take him into your mouth again as you gurgle a happy whine. “That’s a good girl,” he purrs, and his hips jut forward to give you every inch again, “if you’re too cockdrunk to talk, we can just put that pretty mouth back to work. Clean me up, baby. Make sure you swallow all the cum you suck off me.”

the video ends there, and Barry doesn’t say anything for several seconds. he just stares at your face as it’s paused— he never expected he would ever see you like that, and he was ashamed to admit that it was sexy as hell. still, you were Bruce’s daughter, and Barry couldn’t believe that, in that moment, he wanted to be Hal. he wanted to be the one in the video, feeding you cock, watching you devour it until your eyes crossed. a plethora of other vulgar possibilities crossed his mind in the short period of time between the end of the video and when Hal spoke again.

like what you must look like with your legs spread open, soft wet pussy clenching and begging to be fucked. he could hear his name in your gentle voice, and he physically rejected a shudder to creep up his spine as he envisioned pushing his cock into you. you must be so tight, he would have to force it.

“You know I can send you the video if you need it for jerk material, right?” Hal teased, digging his elbow into his super friend’s rib cage. effectively pulling Barry out of his sordid thoughts. “After all, I get to play with the real deal any time I want. She said so herself: she wants to be my little stress reliever.”

“You’re absolutely insane.” Barry countered with a bemused shake of his head. “Batman’s gonna find out eventually. He has to. He’s Batman.”

Hal quirks a brow, “Yeah, exactly. He’s Batman, which means he’s a little preoccupied saving the world with us to keep tabs on who his daughter is fucking, don’tcha think, buddy? Relax, I know what I’m doing.” giving Barry’s shoulder a pat, he tilts his head, murmuring thoughtfully, “Besides, you’re the only one that I wanted to show, Bar.”

Barry’s eyes narrows as he looks at his friend, suspiciously now. “Why?”

Hal’s eyes twinkled with mischievous delight, and he juts his chin in reference to his phone. “Because I want you to get in on it.”

“What??”

“C’mon, Barry,” Hal pleaded, shoving his phone into his back pocket, “you’re really gonna try and tell me I didn’t just watch you drool over that video? You don’t want to fuck her with me? Hear her moan and squeal for you like she does for me? It would be so much fun filling her up from both ends, tossing her back and forth. She’d love it, too. The little batbrat likes it rough as hell.”

Barry opened his mouth to protest, but he couldn’t find a lie convincing enough to persuade his friend and himself. so he sighed, and settled with, “So now you’re trying to get us both killed.”

it wasn’t a yes, but it definitely wasn’t a no, and Hal realized this.

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hoodzgyal · 9 months

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oh hal jordan is such a good man. i feel like he’s the type of man to shove your face into the pillow while he fucks. feel like he’s the type to eat messy

read this and audibly whined. awh fuck i need him so bad😩

his fav position is doggy because he loves to see the arch of your pretty spine, the curve of your back and your plush ass ripple as he ruts into you. and he’s such a tease about it too; he’ll pause just to listen to you whine and moan, saying things like, “go on baby, if you want it so bad, then take it,” and “yeah, fuck yourself on me, doll. i know you wanna.” smiles like a fuckin’ idiot as he watches you lazily push your ass back on him, fucking yourself with his cock. such a mean bastard for the fun of it !!!

mmm pussy eating champ. def doesn’t eat for ur pleasure, he eats for his !!! has definitely cum while eating pussy. he’ll eat u out and he’ll moan as often as you do ! king of overstimulating you with his tongue. he just gets so wrapped up in it he just doesn’t wanna stop !🥺 he’d lick and suck on your pretty little clit for hours if you’d let him. just imagine, the lower half of hal’s face smeared with your slick as he gives you a cocky smile and a quip about how hes made you cum twice already and he hasn’t even put his dick in you. you’re whining about how he hasn’t fucked you yet, and hes just nosing at your clit and kissing your thighs, murmuring, “jus’ one more, babydoll. let me make you cum again, and i’ll fuck you til kingdom come. promise.”

he makes you cum twice more before he really fucks you. he just can’t get enough of that pretty pussy !

#— evie speaks #— evie’s boytoys !#hal jordan smut #hal jordan x reader #hal jordan #green lantern x reader #hal jordan pls come fuck me

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emeraldkniight · 2 months

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dbf! hal jordan needed!!!💖

— 𝐃𝐀𝐃’𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 !! 🧪

hal jordan x fem!reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬… porn with plot. smut. age gap. dbf! hal. fingering, blowjob, dirty talk, pet names “doll”, p in v.

𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁. . . no copying of my work is allowed. Free translation is allowed as long as I am credited.

𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞… as I said in my other posts, English is not my first language. I have tried to make corrections with the translator, but as you all know, it is prone to making mistakes, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or if anything sounds weird.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞… This is definitely my favorite request ever. I NEED MORE REQUESTS ABOUT HAL 🙏🏻🙏🏻. I hope you like this <3

For as long as you can remember, Hal Jordan has been your father’s best friend. The friend who occasionally ate lunch at your house, and the friend you were never supposed to be attracted to.

And in the darkness of his apartment, when the two of you were alone in his room, you realized it was a complete mistake to get involved with him. But as bad as it was, you couldn't stop looking for him.

He was in front of you, but you weren't watching him because your mouth was busy doing other things. Specifically, your tongue surrounded every inch of his erect cock, staining your mouth with his wet essence.

At the same time, he held your hair to guide your movements. But when his size started to suffocate you, that was the moment when you started to cry because you couldn't stand it.

— Come on, doll. I thought you could handle it.

He smirked as he pulled your mouth away from his cock to admire your smeared face. He even reached out to wipe some of his cum off your chin with his thumb, only to put it back in your mouth later and have you lick it all off.

— Did you swallow it all like I taught you?

Tears soaked your cheeks, but you nodded as best you could.

You were then roughly thrown onto the bedspread. He positioned himself against you, pressing your body against the mattress. His mouth threatened to touch somewhere on your naked body, but the touch of his lips was the least you could feel, so you began to feel more anxious than usual.

— You want this, don't you, doll? Look at you, crying like a slut just for a few caresses. — He whispered in your ear.

— Please…

— That's all you can say? What's wrong with you? Has sucking my dick made you stupid?

You began to breathe heavily as you felt him begin to move down your body. With one hand, he outlined your bare thighs with the suggestive intention of opening them until he could reveal what was hidden between them.

— Shh, stop crying. I'll give you what you want.

His warm hand traced the wet outline of your pussy, the simple touch it was enough to make you feel more and more sensitive. Then you felt his long fingers sloshing through the wetness of your pussy, moving up and down until they finally met the all-important main thing. His fingers had the eagerness to close by squeezing your swollen clit between them. And so the terribly pleasurable sensation was not long in coming, nor were your moans.

— Hal…

That was the name you moaned over and over again. And as bad as what you were doing was, it felt incredibly good.

— I know, I know. — He comforted you. — Do you know how easy it is to make you beg for just two of my fingers? I'll do this as many times as I want.

One of his fingers slipped inside your hole. It was wet and tight, but still, it began to swallow Hal's fingers completely. He was able to stretch them until he found the key spot inside you and began to touch it, causing your back to arch and soon, the mixture of stimulation brought you closer to cumming.

You couldn't even think clearly when you reached the point where his hand would end up stained all over your orgasm, but as soon as you regained consciousness, you looked into the man's eyes and witnessed an obscene act as he enticed you to suck his fingers.

— Clean up your mess, doll. — He commanded and then proceeded to stick his fingers in your mouth and finally be completely cleaned of your essence thanks to your tongue. — That's right, good girl. Your daddy would be so proud, look how obedient you are.

Not long after, you found yourself face down, with your head buried in the pillow and your ass in a position that would make it easy for Hal to fuck you comfortably as he pleased. The sound of sighs, moans and your skins colliding was all that could be heard in every corner of the room.

You could feel it. You could feel it stretching you and taking every bit of you. The pleasurable sensation that filled your body was impossible to define or explain. The movements were precise, hitting the same sensitive spot where he had touched you before. You could feel the satisfaction so deep in your belly that deep down you were begging for it to never end.

— Believe me… when I met you, from the first day, I wished I had you like this. It's funny, really, your daddy can't even imagine how slutty you are and how well you take me every night.

#dc comics #dc universe #green lantern #green lanter corps #hal jordan smut #hal jordan #hal jordan x reader #hal jordan x fem!reader #dc comics smut #dc comics x reader

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dollwrites · 1 year

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Can you do a little drabble with Hal using the ring to hold reader down while he fucks her face?

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ),fem!reader, suggested age gap, use of the word daddy, face fucking, deepthroat, improper use of a power ring, light bondage, degradation ( but in a cute way ) all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ HAAAALLLL my mf daddy 😤 I MISSYED HIM please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

“Ahh, there she goes!”

Hal’s head drops back as he slips the final few inches into your mouth. you’d been so timid, so unsure that you could take him all the way in, but your eyes widen, blurry vision catching the way your cheeks swell when he presses forward. he’s grasping himself at the base of his mighty cock, fingers hooked under his heavy balls as he bucked his powerful hips forward, trying to stuff them into your mouth, as well.

your back arches up off the bed, knees jabbing upwards towards the ceiling as you plant your feet there, pressing hard, trying to propel yourself upwards. the sensation of your throat bulging as his girth delves into it is maddening, and you forget, suddenly how to breathe through your nose. you start to gag, and writhe.

“Listen to those pretty sounds,” Hal grunts, and the emerald specter of his raw willpower flows from the ring on his finger, coiling around you in delicate, lace ribbons, that cinched your body back against the sweat-soaked sheets. they tie a final, large bow around your belly, and hold you in place, like you were a gift, wrapped ever so precariously for him, “those cute, filthy sounds ‘a yours. ‘S okay, daddy’s not gonna let you choke. Breathe through your nose like I taughtcha, yeah?”

your eyelids flutter, tears escaping your ducts and rolling down your cheeks. you try to nod, but when you do, his rough, heavily veined hands rub your already swollen lips raw, and you gargle.

“There ya go…” he swooned as you inhale deep, your chest rising and falling with ragged breathing through your nose. your body struggled against the energy bonds, jerking with your arms restrained tight at your sides. “There’s my best girl. Just breathe, and relax. Let daddy do all the work. Let me pound that tight, little throat ‘a yours, fuck, that feels good.”

he’s found a depth he likes, with your tiers smashing into his base, rubbed raw by the thick patch of mahogany hair, and he lets go of himself, opting, instead, to wrap his fingers around your throat to feel the shape of his own cock imprinting from the other side. he shudders, and moans, bracing his feet on the floor and hunkering down more, his hips pistoning at such a speed that dribbling your face against his groin made you dizzy. “Good.. girl, that’s right,” he sounded distant, and you weren’t sure if it was because his head was dropped back as he stroked the shape of the bulge, using your throat to get him off, or if it was because you were getting drunk on the heat of his body against your face, the smell of his arousal and sweat as it engulfs you, traps you there. “Just daddy’s good, little throat toy, arentcha? You like this like I like it? Does it make you wet when I use your throat to jack my cock off like this?”

you want to muster a reply for him, but all you can do is gurgle and whimper, globs of spit and precum dribbling out of your mouth, sticking to his crotch, smearing over your cheeks and rolling down towards your hairline.

but Hal chuckles, and it’s a raspy, lust-heavy chuckle, “That’s right, little girl. Make those nasty sounds just for me. Daddy’s gonna make a mess of ya.”

#hal Jordan #hal jordan x you #hal jordan x reader #hal Jordan smut #green lantern x reader #green lantern #green lantern x you #green lantern smut #dc comics #dc comics x you #dc comics x reader #dc x you #dc smut #dc comics smut #dc x reader

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HAL JORDAN | GREEN LANTERN (dcamu | generalized canon)

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“Montra” (Hal Jordan x Fem!Reader)

| Hal’s bored but you're really good at capturing his attention (and you’ve been dancing around one another for a while now so why stop now?)

| SFW, gala, infatuated!hal, planning a first date, mutual attraction, reader has short hair (kinda)

| Montra: Olea europaea 'Montra' or the olive in shrub form. (Pic source: Justice League: Throne Of Atlantis animated movie)

| This May be my New Years post (I’m trying) so if it is ✨Happy 2023!✨if I didn’t make it on time then ignore the new year thing (edit: I didn’t make it) I can say this is for Valentine’s Day tho!💚

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Hal is bored out of his mind. Which Bruce had clearly anticipated now that he thought about it. The man had left him alone with a very pointed ‘don’t break anything’ right before they entered the event as guests of honor. Hal had thought Spooky was being ridiculous, he was a grown man, but currently he wasn’t so sure.

Over the course of the night, as even John started to dryly tease him about how much of a brat he was being - and Hal left him alone because he was not going to be bullied - Hal heard Bruce’s words ring truer and truer.

Like a kid he was waiting for the perfect opportunity to mess something up enough that he could be released. As PR supervisor you’d probably get on him about it but he secretly loved when you chewed him out, it was the most attention he got from you and you were very sexy. Even if you did scare him sometimes.

Ultimately you’d put him in a side room until he could leave with the rest of the League and he was more than game for that. The event was for a good cause, don’t get him wrong, but there was only so much gawking one man not at all used to the spotlight while in a rented Armani suit instead of his uniform could handle.

He's tucked himself away by the bar and it’s worked fairly well to keep him out of sight. After all, the only thing that could indicate he wasn’t just some regular smuck was his lantern mask, and all he had to do was keep his head low to hide that. Problem was, that meant he couldn’t talk to anybody without garnering attention. He’s so damn bored he’s started stealing the olives from people’s drinks, snickering as they walk off without noticing.

Okay so he was a bit of a child.

It’s on his sixth go at snatching the olive from some guy's martini that you show up. One second he’s got his hands on a toothpick speared with the motherload of olives and the next his hand is being smacked.

The olives are almost lost to the air as he snatches his right hand away, but his left hand manages to catch it just in time.

“Ow!” he gives you a wide eyed look. “What was that for?”

His small exclamation makes you roll your own eyes, and he resents that a little, he does.

“Lantern, what are you doing?”

You lean against the bar and he can’t help the way his eyes catch on what you’re wearing. It complemented your figure quite nicely.

He clears his throat. “You reserve no right to ask me that question after you just hit me.”

“I reserve every right when you insist on acting like a right fool. What’re you even doing here? You should be on the floor mingling.”

Hal rolls his eyes as you flag down the bartender.

“I mingled for two whole hours, that tires a man out, so I did the responsible adult thing and hid.”

You order before turning back to him and his mind instantly wonders what you’d look like giving him that narrow eyed look in the bedroom. He goes a little pink. Jesus, that’s an image.

“Oh, you're the model of responsibility. Stealing olives is heightened sophistication.”

Hal winks at you, “I hear it’s all the rage with nobility.” and pops the three olives into his mouth.

“And if somebody saw and snapped a picture? There is no nobility here, Lantern.”

He realizes it’s kind of your job to care about how he looks to the public, you were made the PR representative for the Justice League after one too many smear campaigns led by Luther and you were damn good at your job, but he had a thing about being told what to do. He could admit that to himself very readily.

“So what? I get a slap on the wrist and a go get ‘em’ tiger.” He sighs dramatically, “Hardly seems fair.”

Your laugh comes out in a huff as you accept your martini. He points to it.

“Thought you didn’t like martinis?”

You scrunch up your nose; he thinks it’s adorable.

“I don’t, but I hate champagne even more and I need to look the part,” you raise the glass to him slightly. “So I’ll tough it out.”

You pluck the toothpick and olive out of your drink and hand it to him, taking the tiniest sip possible.

He accepts the olive quite happily and eats it. He ends up choking on the damn thing as you gag and he bursts into laughter however.

“Laugh it up, fly boy. You’re still going back on the floor.”

Hal shuts up real quick and you smile at him.

He can’t help but pout when you tug on his sleeve. Flopping off of the bar stool with a huff but allowing you to link your arm with his.

You pull him back into the crowd and Hal kind of wants to whine (just a bit) but you do smell nice, and the heat of your body pressed up against his side makes him flush a little.

Someone beckons you over, she’s a big investor he’s aware of that much, and he goes along with you because he’s got nothing better to do and if he tried to leave he was sure you’d just pull him back anyway. Plus he’s more than happy to bask in your presence.

He leans over, “Do I at least get something for being bossed around?”

You hum at his whisper and the woman finally takes notice of exactly who’s attached to your arm and waves to him excitedly. Hal smiles at her, but it dissipates quickly once her attention’s back on you.

“Like what?”

You hide your response, whispering more to his shoulder than anything, before immediately moving forward to shake the investor’s hand.

As you’re exchanging pleasantries back and forth Hal gladly lets himself fade into the background. Being at these galas always makes him feel moot; out of his element. It’s just that he’d much rather feel like he’s doing something: treaty negotiations, rebuilding efforts, saving people from falling debris and punching bad guys than smiling at people.

Shaking hands so that big decision makers remember to think about the League come elections.

Observing you it’s not hard to see that unlike him you are in your element like this. You’ve been soft spoken since the day he met you but you’ve always been able to capture someone’s attention when you needed to get a job done. It was admirable.

You went up against the League’s opposers almost everyday with nothing but dry wit and the smile you’re giving the investor right now. She asked about something to do with Calendars for Christ (whatever the fuck that was) and going off of your face you were clearly displeased by it so all you did was stonewall her.

Your hair is short so nothing moves at the top of your head except the ornate earrings you're wearing, green jewels bordered by diamonds that catch the light every time you move.

He kind of likes you in green. It dances off of the brown of your skin nicely. He wonders if you’d ever let him use the ring on you. Was the ring designed for shibari? No. But he was willing to make his constructs wrap around like that for you.

Would you be frightened by something so alien or would you jump at the chance to explore it?

Mm. He wants to find out.

The dress you’re wearing is a black gown with big flowing pleats on the bottom, your heels clack every time you shift your feet even though he can’t see them, and all your jewelry is a stark emerald that catches the eye. Simple, elegant, and with the unintended effect of making the two of you look together.

It hadn’t crossed his mind until someone else came over to crash your three person circle and made a comment that he picked up on. You don’t say anything but he’s sure you’ve heard it by the way your jaw clenches before you turn into him.

“Seems we’re garnering quite the buzz,” he says before you can.

You glare up at him. “Seems so. Now answer my earlier question.”

He thinks it over, eyes roving across your face as you stare him down. You weren’t a very physically intimidating woman but the power you held was certainly scary enough.

If he fucked up you could make his life a lot harder.

“How about you let me take you out and I do whatever you want for the rest of the night?” at your dubious look he rushes to keep talking. “Plus, I mean, you did say you needed someone to convince Senator Parker not to go through with Luther’s fake alien communication efforts.”

He raises his eyebrows up at you in invitation and you squint.

“And who better than the space police to delegitimize his cause, hmm? The wealthy love their law enforcement.” You slowly nod your head. “Alright you can take me out, but I don’t skate and I’m putting you to work for it.”

“Deal,” Hal smiles at you and holds his hand out for y’all to shake on it. “I will happily follow your lead.”

True to your word you put him to work right after that. Excusing yourselves from the group that formed around you and then dragging him off to sweet talk Parker right from under Lex’s arm.

He honestly revels in the nasty look Luther shoots your way as you ply the senator with promises of strengthening his image and sly pokes about making correct decisions.

“Do you really want to place the public's trust in you on a man that can’t seem to keep himself out of maximum security prison? What about his latest ploys before he bribed his way back out of confinement says you can trust his claims, Senator?”

You touch the man’s arm and Hal glares at the way it makes him lean into you.

“You were voted into office because of your care for the people, and today I need you to follow through. There are lives in your hands, Senator Parker, all I’m asking is that you think about them before you choose who to listen to.”

You point over to Hal and he can tell that’s his que. When he comes over he isn’t really thinking when he wraps his arm around your waist, effectively causing Parker to back away from you. You don’t move away from him though, and when he glances at you you only nod towards the senator.

He smiles and moves to shake the other’s hand.

“Hello, Senator Parker, I’m one of Earth's resident Green Lanterns and I can assure you that the inhabitants of other planets closest to us don't want some tacky space outreach center being built on their land.”

“Then what do they want Mr. Green Lantern?”

Hal starts to snicker, but you must feel him beginning to shake because there’s an elbow in his side soon after and he rushes to suck it back in.

“I can assure you it’s not humans flaunting our giant superiority complexes.”

He watches how Parker side eyes Luther before getting closer to him, and cheers in his head. His smile widens even more at the honest look that takes over the man’s face.

“Safe, effective and honest communication. That’s all they want. Impeding on their planets isn’t the way to accomplish that,” he chuckles. “And it’ll be waaay less money.”

“Thank you, Ms. L/n for knocking some sense into me. Luther can be very…persuasive but I won’t be making that mistake again,” he turns to nod at Hal. “I also greatly appreciate your input Lantern, I’ll keep your words in mind.”

The two of you stop at a small alcove after Hal exchanges emails with Senator Parker with the stipulation that he remembers Hal’s only earthside every so often and won’t be able to respond immediately.

“You’re really good at that,” Hal divulges.

You raise an eyebrow in question while going through your phone with hurried swipes. From his angle all Hal can make out is a calendar peppered with a sequence of bright colors. He elaborates with a shrug.

“I just didn’t expect the conversation with Captain Cowlick over there to be so…civil.”

The corner of your mouth upticks wryly and you slip your phone into your pocket while turning to him.

“Why, because I’m black? I was supposed to get angry? Start yelling, maybe?”

What?

Hal trips over the shiny unblemished marble floor.

“No! That’s not what I meant at all,” he waves his hands around to accentuate his point. “I only meant I expected Lex to stomp over and get all passive aggressive since, you know, he hates when people mess with his toys. He’s a giant asshole -and I trust your abilities completely…”

He glances at you, eyes wide and another string of apologies on the tip of his tongue, before he notices the twinkle in your eyes. He bites his lip.

“You’re messing with me aren’t you?”

You blink and instantly the mirth in your eyes dissipates, replaced with the stern yet benign look you dawned when confronting politicians and the press alike.

“Of course not Lantern. I was simply pointing out how your words could be misconstrued.”

Oh, you were definitely messing with him. He feels his lips tug up and shoves his thumbs in the loops of his pants. He leans a little in front of you as you both continue moving so you can see the dubious raise of his brows.

“And that’s the only reason?”

You give a derisive nod. “Mhm.”

Hal finds himself bouncing as he walks. If this was how you acted with him on the job he couldn’t wait to find out what you’d be like outside of work. If you were willing to joke around, even if it was at his expense, it pointed to you not just saying yes out of pity or self preservation. Which-

“You know you don’t have to go out with me just cause I’m the one who asked, right?”

“I’m well aware,” you chirp. “And besides, The Bat is my boss. Not you. If you tried to force my hand he’d slap your pasty ass with a suspension and put you on review real quick.”

Hal blinks, a little surprised at what you’d said, before deciding that -yeah- Spooky would totally do all that. Not that Hal would ever force yours or anyone’s hands for anything so paltry, but still.

“Good, I’m glad,” is what he settles on. “Just making sure.”

You make your way around in silence for a while after that. Hal finds himself going over his mental to-do list and squeezing you in. He was rarely earthside for long stretches of time so he always rushed to run errands during whatever “break” he did have.

He puts the date with you between two possible slots. The night after he checks his PO Box and restocks his food supply of nonperishables -he’d neglected the grocery store the last two times he was home and his kitchen now was depressingly barren- y’all could do dinner or he could do lunch with you in between his morning League meeting and scheduled training sessions.

The two of you find a small alcove cut off from everyone else to stop at and you lightly elbow Hal in his side before taking a step so you’re standing across from him.

“You were pretty good back there by the way,” you raise your eyebrows. “In another life you might’ve made a brilliant politician.”

“Oh god no,” Hal shakes his head with a guffaw as you titter at him; his plans could wait, that was disgusting.

“What? Too dishonest?”

“Too soulless. I like being a mediator, saving people is something I love. I wouldn’t give that and the feeling of flying up for anything.”

“That’s great Hal,” you look him in the eyes.

“We appreciate it.”

Hal smiles at you, leaning into your space.

“Yeah? That ‘we’ include you?”

You nod and get closer to him in tandem.

“Uh huh. You think I work for you guys because I don’t?”

Hal shakes his head.

“You don’t seem like the type of woman to waste your time like that.”

“Exactly. When I do something I do it in full.”

The tips of your noses touch as you breath in each other’s air. He can see your eyes dilate like this and the ring buzzes to alert him of his rising heart rate as he looks all over your face for what feels like the twentieth time tonight.

His throat clicks as he swallows. “Does that apply to us too?”

“It could.”

“Alright, that’s fair. How can I make that answer an absolute?”

He holds eye contact with you, smirk lighting up his face as he watches the way you stumble over your response then frown lightly. You school your expression into something more composed.

You get even closer afterward, lips ghosting over his own, as you reply.

“Let’s see how that date goes, first.”

At your whisper Hal starts to give in to your pull before he remembers something and moves back. Your face falls and he shakes his head.

“I just gotta-” he makes a jerking motion indicating both of you. “Are you feeling what I’m feeling?”

You grab him by the tie and pull him down. “Oh I’m feeling what you’re feeling alright.”

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed! This is not proofread because it’s fucking long and my attention span can only take so much so…✌🏾

(I am so unsure about my shit once I’m about to post it. Like I hate this now. Why do I do this to myself?)

Edit: Went back to edit some things and realized tumblr cut the end out so I had to add that. Just so y’all know. This app is really starting to piss me off.✌🏾

#hal jordan #green lantern #black!reader #black y/n #hal jordan x black!reader #hal jordan x reader #green lantern x black!reader #green lantern x reader #hal jordan smut #green lantern imagine #hal jordan imagine

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helplesslytheirs · 4 months

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Sharing my pretty thoughts because I’m just a girl 🎀

x fem reader (Smut…)

Imagine, just imagine…

That he’s so horny, so fucking desperate for you—his mouth slobbering, his cock twitching in between his thighs, his body full of sweat as he lays on his bed, his back against the mattress and his mind swims with thoughts of you.

Images of you, bouncing on his dick as you whine and cry telling him he’s to big, how you can’t take him and need his help…how much you need him. How good he makes you feel.

Images of your face shoved into the pillow as your voice gets muffled while his manhood disciplines your naught cunt, his hands gripping at the fats around your hips as he uses you like a goddamn slut.

He groans loudly before he takes his boxers off, his hands tracing along his dick to mimic what you do before sucking him off. His big calloused hands wrapped around his dick imagining his rough hands were your soft ones—your warm lips..fuck he can’t hold it in, he starts stroking his length, softly groaning before he stops. He needs you. He fucking needs you but you’re out. So he quickly gets up from his bed and looks through your used laundry.

Jackpot, your pretty black lace panties.

Your panties in his face, his tongue licking at the cloth occasionally biting on the material—breathing heavily inhaling your scent…so drunk in love with you, your mere panties made him jerk off for several minutes—his hands covered in his seed, how he wished he could make you clean his cock off…he groans frustrated at the mess before his dick gets hard again, he bites on your panties his teeth piercing into the lace small rips on your panties now, but he doesn’t give a shit so he starts to move his hand again, he groans softly as he starts to pleasure himself again in the thoughts you, the thoughts of your lips, the thoughts of your lips wrapped around his big dick, the thoughts of you struggling to take it in—just for him to fuck your pretty face..how he wished you were here to take care of his little problem. He can’t wait for you to get back…cause

He’s gonna fuck you so well after you get back..

Eyeless Jack, Ticci Toby, Bat! Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson, Hal Jordan, Kenny McCormick, Peter Parker, Thomas (tmr) & Mattheo Riddle & Anakin Skywalker

And any men (!) you think would do this,

in all honesty. I feel like Jason Todd would but when he’s really really goddamn desperate—cause he’s a patient man and he wants you and not your panties ?!

But fr tho any guy would do this. If they won’t. They’re in the Boys Category 🤮

They’re not allowed to even step foot or get near the Men’s category.

Edited Note : Kenny is Aged up guys, Just wanted to contribute for the SP fandom !!

#phx shares her thoughts #smash.#X fem reader #dick grayson x reader #damian wayne x reader #hal jordan x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #eyeless jack x reader #ticci toby x reader #mattheo riddle x reader #thomas x reader #peter parker x reader #whore’s #real shit #I love men #masculine men on top !!#so horny..#anakin x reader #smut

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blue-sadie · 6 days

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Kiss The Cook

He catches you cooking in the kitchen

The delicious aromas wofted throughout the house as the sound of sizzling and cutting somewhat echoed through the kitchen, he watched you intently as you swayed your hips humming the tone of whatever song was in your head.

Your body jerked as he placed his arms around you bringing your body against his as he settled his head on your shoulder watching you work your magic but he'd soon grow bored and try excite you.

His hands would slowly make their way to your ass squeezing and slapping it before slipping their way under your shirt up to your boobs his fingers tugging and playing with your nipples, he'd keep you trapped against the counter with his body as he toyed with you.

His body would grind into yours showing you how hard he is as he attached his lips to your neck whispering all kinds of dirty things, his hands slowly pulling off each piece of clothing you had on.

Your hands gripped the edge of the counters as he thrusted into you, your moans and whines drowning out the sound of the cooking food, his hands would tug and push your hair keeping you down on the counter your struggled moans turning to whines against the marble counter.

Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Barry Allen, Clark Kent, Hal Jordan, Peter Parker, Steven Grant, Jake Lockley, Thor, Bucky Barnes

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arkhamslvts · 6 days

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fratboy!hal who you haven’t gotten to see because of finals and finally you’re both free.

fratboy!hal who mutters out an “i missed you baby” as he slides into you, his thrusts slower than they’ve ever been, he wants to make sure he can really feel you, like he’s committing the feeling to memory. he laughs when you mutter out a “more, please?”. he’s never had an issue being rough with you and he thinks it’s funny, his hand instantly reaching for your neck “can’t even be sweet with you huh? just wanna get fucked like a slut every time you see me baby? you don’t want me to be gentle with you” he laughs at you when you try to wiggle out of his grip “don’t run now angel, you wanted it just like this”

#. . . curated by mara #fratboy!hal #black!fem!reader #hal jordan x black!reader #hal jordan x yn #hal jordan x reader #hal jordan smut #hal jordan x reader smut #welcome home

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solar-wing · 2 months

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⚣ Jealousy Is A Disease 🟢

⚣🟢 Summary → Y/N's knows he's got a little heat brewing between him and Superman, but something is going to get in the way of that. He should've known better than to have entered into any sort of arrangement with Hal Jordan. Not only was the man super cocky and sarcastic, but he was literally green with envy.

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The Watchtower had been relatively quiet.

Y/N had been talking with Clark about some matters related to supervillains' plots, potential recruits, and a bunch of other mumbo jumbo that he wasn't really paying attention to because he was too busy eyeing the Kryptonian's body. The Omega knew his heat was getting close and that he would probably have to take some time off soon to deal with it.

But, it didn't stop him from imagining Clark's large and muscled body over his while they rutted against each other all sweaty and hot and-

"Y/N? You ok there?" Clark's voice interrupted his thoughts, the Omega blushing when he saw the look on the man's face. He had noticed his staring and it had probably led him to realize the nature of his thoughts.

The Kryptonian had a knowing smirk on his face, though. He'd been more or less aware of the Omega's attraction towards him, and it definitely wasn't one-sided. Clark may not have been an Alpha by nature of his Kryptonian biology, but it didn't mean he didn't consider himself to be one in many aspects. He certainly had the physique of one, and he did have a few...kinks that came with the territory.

"I-I'm sorry, I got a little distracted." Y/N chuckled nervously, feeling his cheeks heating up. He didn't know how the Kryptonian would react to his blatant display of lust, but he didn't think it would be bad. Clark was always so nice to him and he had a good sense of humor. Plus, the Omega really wanted to know what was under those suits.

"Don't worry about it. You know I get distracted too sometimes." The Kryptonian smiled, his eyes lingering on Y/N's flushed face before traveling down the length of his body. The Omega suit was one for the books, the tight-fitting material leaving nothing to the imagination. Y/N looked damn good, and he knew it.

"So, uh, what were we talking about again?" Y/N asked, clearing his throat.

While the two continued their little flirtatious and flustered dialogue, neither of them was aware of the presence watching them through the door, his eyes under his green mask narrowing in anger and jealousy.

Later that night, Y/N was getting ready to head home. His heat was coming closer and closer, and he knew he had to spend his next few days in his apartment and away from everyone.

As the Omega neared the Zeta Gateway that would take him back to the Hall of Justice, his arm was suddenly snatched and he was pulled into an empty room. Y/N was ready to fight whoever it was, but a familiar scent invaded his senses.

"Hey there, sexy. Missed me?" Green Lantern smirked as he looked down at the Omega's shocked face.

"Hal! What the hell are you doing?" Y/N whispered. "Someone might see us!"

"I was just thinking that maybe we could have a little fun before you go home. It's not like anyone's gonna come here at this hour." Hal said as he moved closer to Y/N, backing him toward the wall.

"I have to go. My heat's coming up." The Omega said, stopping him before he could make any more moves.

"You always say that. And then we end up fucking anyway."

"Not this time. I need to rest. It's going to be a very intense one." Y/N tried to reason, but the Alpha wasn't having it.

"C'mon, baby. Just one more time." Hal whispered in his ear, his breath sending shivers down Y/N's spine. "Let me have a taste."

The Alpha leaned forward and began kissing and biting Y/N's neck, his hands moving to grip his waist. The Omega could feel his arousal getting excited at the stimulation, but he had to stay strong. He knew his body would crave an Alpha's touch during his heat, and there was a certain blue and red-wearing superhero that he was more interested in.

"H-Hal, no! Stop!" Y/N said, pushing him away. "No more of this. I'm not gonna let you fuck me anymore, understand?"

"What the hell's gotten into you?" The Alpha growled. "You're always begging for it, and now you're pushing me away?"

"Yeah, well, things change." Y/N sighed, moving to leave the room. "Just stay away from me."

"Who is it, huh?" Hal asked, blocking his way.

"It's not like that," Y/N said, knowing full well he was lying through his teeth, "It's just that I think we should keep things strictly professional from now on."

"Bullshit. You weren't concerned about keeping things professional all the times I fingered you during meetings. Or all the times you sucked me off in the training room."

"Hal, I–"

"Did you care about professionalism when I fucked your tight little cunt while Batman was right outside that door? Or when you rode my dick in the showers? Huh?" Hal said, his voice raising a bit.

"Quit it, Hal. You're being rid–"

"Or all the close calls we had when I knotted you without a condom, and you thought you were gonna get pregnant? I bet you were hoping for it, weren't you?"

"Shut the fuck up!" Y/N shouted, his patience running thin. "I don't have time for your bullshit, Jordan. Now, move."

"Oh, now you're giving me orders? Is that how it is?" Hal growled, his own Alpha pheromones responding.

"Will you please shut the fuck up?!" Y/N growled, his scent turning sour. He couldn't believe the nerve of this man!

"No, you shut the fuck up! You're acting like a whore who's too good for me." Hal growled, his scent becoming heavier with the stench of anger.

"A whore, huh? I'm a whore for letting you fuck me whenever you wanted, and now I'm a whore for wanting to stop the fuck-fest, is that it? You're the one who wanted this, remember? You're the one who was all up on me in the first place, so don't play the victim."

"You're such a fucking tease. You act like a slut and then you expect me to leave you alone?"

"Yeah, and I'm also an Omega who could easily have an Alpha whenever I want. Don't forget that."

Hal clearly didn't like the mention of that. He was an Alpha, Air Force pilot and a Green Lantern. He wasn't supposed to be a side dish.

"I'm not someone you can fuck whenever you're bored, Y/N." The Alpha growled, his scent spiking.

"Well, guess what, Jordan, I'm not your toy either. We both had our fun, but I'm done with this. I don't want you anymore, and I certainly don't need you. So, move."

Before Y/N could move an inch, Hal lunged at him, tackling him to the conference table in the middle of the room. The two of them started wrestling and fighting, the Omega's pheromones spiking as he did his best to keep his body in check while trying to get the upper hand.

The fight didn't last long, though.

Y/N was soon pinned underneath the Alpha, his wrists in a tight grip above his head. Hal's free hand was holding his chin, forcing him to look at him.

"I can't believe you'd say something like that to me. After everything we've been through." The Alpha said, his voice low.

"Let go of me." Y/N struggled, trying to get out of the Alpha's hold.

"Not until you admit that you want me. That you're mine."

"In your dreams, Jordan. I don't belong to you. I'm not some prize that you can claim."

"I can do whatever I want. I'm an Alpha and I'm Green Lantern," Hal smirked, his grip on Y/N's wrists tightening as he rubbed the hard-on throbbing under his suit against the weaker male, "And you're an Omega. My Omega. You're gonna submit."

"You're not my Alpha, and you may be Green Lantern, but you'll never be Superman," Y/N said, ignoring the pleasurable tingles running through his body from the Alpha grinding against him while sporting his spiteful little smirk at the Alpha, "You'll never be him."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Hal questioned with a growl.

"I know you're jealous of him, Hal. You put on this cocky, self-assured facade, but deep down, you hate that Superman is everything you wish you could be. He's not even technically an Alpha and yet, everyone respects him. Everyone trusts him. He's the perfect hero, and you're not."

"You're wrong."

Y/N could see he was hitting some nerves, and despite the warnings in his head telling him to stop, he couldn't, "Am I? So why is it that every time he's near me, you're always watching me? Always trying to get my attention. You're always trying to assert your dominance as if that's going to make me want you more."

"Stop talking," Hal ordered, not even realizing how he was slowly grinding his hard erection against the Omega's slick dripping heat, the friction from their uniforms making it all the more pleasurable.

"You're always going on and on about how you're an Alpha and Superman's not, and yet, he's the first person who comes to mind when anyone thinks of a traditional or a perfect Alpha."

"That's enough."

"And what does that say about you, Hal?"

"Shut the fuck up!" The Alpha roared, his scent becoming suffocating as he tightened his hold on Y/N's wrists, his hips rutting faster and harder against the Omega's crotch.

"You're a disgrace to the Green Lantern Corps, Hal. And you're a disgrace to the Air Force." Y/N continued, his eyes blazing with a mix of fury and lust as he stared at the Alpha above him.

"That's not true," Hal said, his voice faltering slightly.

"Is it? Because the way I see it, you're nothing more than a second-rate Green Lantern, a third-rate Alpha, and a fifth-rate superhero," The Omega ended, a venom to his words as he tauntingly smiled at the Alpha rutting against his body, his scent sweetening as his orgasm arrived already due to the increasingly sensitive state of his body from his heat approaching.

"SHUT UP!"

Hal lost control, his instincts taking over as he ripped the fabric of Y/N's suit. He couldn't stand the disrespect and the insults, and he needed to make the Omega eat his words. He needed to show he was better than the Kryptonian. He had to himself as the stronger Alpha, as the only Alpha.

He needed to prove that he was the best.

Y/N's moans were music to his ears, his slick coating his fingers as he pushed two digits inside the smaller male's tight cunt, the Alpha growling in arousal as the warmth wrapped around him. The Omega had to grip the edges of the table that he could reach to keep himself steady as his body rocked with overwhelming stimulation from Hal's fingers entering him so roughly while he was still in the middle of his first orgasm.

"A-ah, fuck ... ! H-Hal, stop.." Y/N moaned, his legs shaking as his walls fluttered around the Alpha's fingers.

His hand was around the Omega's throat, squeezing tightly as he forced him to look at him, "Don't you ever say those things to me again. Do you hear me? I'm not a failure. I'm not a failure."

"You are...a failure." Y/N choked out, his eyes watering.

At this point, the Omega had slowly given into his body's most primal desires, his mindset slowly slipping into that of a sex-crazed, needy little shit who just wanted to get fucked and knotted, thanks to his heat.

The Alpha snarled at the insult, his fingers thrusting deeper and harder. His thumb rubbed circles around the Omega's nub, the bundle of nerves sending jolts of pleasure up the smaller male's body. His focus had become solely on proving himself. He needed to show the Omega who was in charge.

"Stop saying that! Stop it! You're lying!" Hal growled, his pace quickening.

"Y-you're a f-failure. You'll...never be Superman," Y/N panted, his mind growing clouded. "You'll never b-be my A-Alpha."

"I'll be your Alpha. I'll be better than him. Better than any of them."

Within just another few minutes, The Alpha pulled another mind-shattering orgasm from the Omega, his scent heavy and intoxicating. He pulled out his fingers, licking his lips as he watched the mixed slick and cum dripping from them. He moved his hand up to the Omega's mouth, smearing the wetness across his lips.

"Suck them."

"No..." Y/N whimpered, his eyes fluttering closed.

"Do it. Now." Hal demanded, his grip on the Omega's neck tightening.

The squeeze against the smaller male's neck had his mouth opening with a quiet yelp in reflex, allowing the Alpha's fingers to enter. The taste was sweet and salty, and the Alpha couldn't help but growl in arousal as he watched the Omega suck his digits clean.

"That's it, baby. Get them nice and clean. You like the taste of your body, don't you?"

Once the Alpha had pulled his fingers out, the Omega's eyes were glazed over. His scent was so strong and thick, and it was almost enough to make the Alpha's knees weak. He wasn't done yet, though. He still needed to show no one was better than him.

Especially not Superman.

Hal ripped the front of his Green Lantern uniform open (it was okay, it magically came on and off anyway), exposing his toned chest and abs. His cock sprung free, already leaking precum. He positioned himself at the Omega's entrance, his tip rubbing against the wet entrance.

"Look at me." The Alpha growled, grabbing the Omega's chin.

Y/N's gaze was half-lidded, his pupils blown wide. His skin was flushed and his breathing was heavy. He could feel the Alpha's cock throbbing against him, the tip catching on his rim every so often.

"Still think I'm a failure? Still think I'm not good enough?" Hal growled.

"You're not..."

Y/N cried out as the Alpha entered him roughly, the sudden intrusion making him clench around the thick shaft. His body was overly sensitive, and the feeling of being filled was almost too much. He couldn't stop his hips from rolling forward, his thighs shaking.

"Oh, God...!"

"Doesn't seem like I'm a failure, does it?"

"Fuck...Hal, please, I can't take it.." Y/N begged, his body trembling.

"No, you'll take it. You'll take every inch of me." The Alpha growled, his hands gripping the Omega's waist as he began thrusting in and out, his pace fast and rough.

"No, please, Hal...stop, I can't...!"

"You can, and you will."

Hal's fingers dug into Y/N's sides, his thrusts growing faster and harder. His eyes were trained on the Omega's face, taking in the sight of his tear-stained cheeks and the drool dripping from his lips. The scent coming from the smaller male was so sweet and tempting, the Alpha's nostrils flaring as he breathed it in.

"Fuck, you're always so tight. Such a good little Omega for me."

"N-no, I'm not...I'm not..."

"Yes, you are. You're mine. My Omega."

The Alpha leaned forward, his teeth grazing the Omega's neck. He could feel the smaller male's pulse-quickening, his body shivering as the Alpha's warm breath ghosted across his skin.

"You're mine, Y/N. No one else's."

"H-Hal..."

"You're gonna be my mate, and you're gonna carry my seed and give me my first kid. I deserve it. I'm a better Alpha than any of them."

"N-nh ... ah ... n-no."

"Yes, you will. I'll fill you up with my cum, and I'll make sure it takes."

Hal leaned down over the Omega's body, his front pressing against the smaller male's chest as he continued his relentless assault on his cunt. His thrusts were deep and hard, the sound of their skin slapping together filling the air.

"Mine...mine...mine." The Alpha growled, his lips ghosting over the Omega's jaw and neck.

"H-Hal, please...it h-hurts." Y/N choked out, tears rolling down his cheeks as his hands clawed at the Alpha's wrist.

"Yeah, that's right. Beg. Who's a third-rate Alpha now, huh? Who's a failure now, Y/N?" Hal snarled while nipping the Omega's jaw and neck, the sound of the conference table creaking and groaning under their weight.

Y/N had already been through his third climax at this point, his body overstimulated and sore all over from the Alpha's rough treatment. He couldn't think straight, his mind overwhelmed by the pleasure and pain coursing through him.

"H-Hal, no, s-stop, p-plea–"

The Omega's cries were cut off by the Alpha's hand wrapping around his throat, squeezing tightly.

"Shut the fuck up. I'll let you breathe and talk when you're ready to admit who you belong to. Not before."

"H-Hal..."

The Alpha's hips were slamming into the Omega's, the sound of their bodies coming together echoing throughout the room. His knot was swelling, his thrusts growing more and more erratic.

Hal had never fucked him so brutally before, landing a harsh slap on the side of his bottom every so often while squeezing his neck even tighter. His insides felt like they were on fire, his walls clenching and throbbing around the Alpha's length.

"All that talk earlier and now look at you, crying and begging for me to stop. What happened to you thinking I'm a failure, huh? Did you change your mind?"

"I-I d-didn't. Y-you're a f-failure." Y/N managed to choke out despite his oxygen-deprived brain.

The Alpha's thrusts grew even harder, his knot catching on the Omega's rim every so often. He was close, his cock pulsating and throbbing inside the smaller male. He leaned up to stare the smaller male in the face, preparing to breed the smart-mouth brat while glaring at him through his mask.

"I can't wait to see Superman's face when you're round with my kid, knowing that you'll be mine and no one else's. And it'd better be a boy and an Alpha, or we'll be right back where we started," Hal growled, his grip on the Omega's throat tightening once more.

He continued hammering away at the Omega's heat, getting closer and closer to his end while Y/N approached his fourth, "Hope you weren't planning on having that weak Kryptonian with you during your heat. Because I'm gonna fuck you until you're pregnant, and then you're not gonna leave my side until I know you're carrying my child."

"P-perv..." Y/N weakly muttered, the Alpha's thrusts hitting his sweet spot repeatedly as he was forced to look into the Alpha's mask.

"Say what you want, but you know you're mine. And don't think I'm not going to punish you for those words earlier. I'll have you gagged and tied to the bed until you're carrying my kid. No protection this time."

Despite the lack of air in his lungs, Y/N, through the cloggy fog of his sex-muddled brain managed to mutter out one more thing before meeting his fate on the Green Lantern's knot, "I'd rather have Superman's kid than your failure spawn."

And just like that, Hal's grip on his throat tightened and his knot swelled and caught inside the Omega's hot cavern, his cock releasing his hot load while he growled, "That's it. You're gonna get it now."

Hal's knot kept his cum from spilling out of the Omega's throbbing walls, his grip tightening even more around the Omega's neck as he choked the life out of the smaller male.

The seething anger across Hal's face as he bred the Omega with his cum while he struggled to breathe was the last thing Y/N saw before blacking out.

While Y/N slipped into unconsciousness, Hal got the eerie feeling he was being watched, turning to see a trail of a familiar red cape through the small window in the door.

Superman.

The Alpha felt a sense of accomplishment and superiority, smirking as his hand squeezed the Omega's neck and the other ran down his body, settling at the base of his stomach, "Don't worry, Y/N, I'll take care of you. I'll prove to you who's the best Alpha. Just you wait."

When his knot finally deflated, Hal pulled out his limp cock from the Omega's sloppy hole. He watched as his cum spilled out of the smaller male's pink and puffy cunt, his fingers scooping some up. He pushed it back inside, his smirk growing wider.

He re-formed his entire suit while doing his best to cover him before slinging his unconscious form over his shoulder, making his way out of the room and the Hall. He was going to have his Omega, whether he liked it or not.

He was going to breed him and make him bear his child, and no one was going to stop him.

Hal had been walking for a few minutes when a large gust of wind nearly knocked him over, Superman standing before him, his expression unreadable, "What the hell do you want, Kryptonian?"

"Give him to me."

"No."

"That wasn't a request, Jordan," Clark growled, his eyes narrowing, "Give him to me."

"I don't think so. I'm the only Alpha here, and I'm going to take him back home. I'll show him that I'm the better man. And there's nothing you can do but accept it," Hal said, a hint of smugness in his voice.

"Like hell, I am," Clark said, his eyes glowing red.

Hal barely had time to react before the Omega was ripped from his shoulder and cradled in Superman's arms, "What the hell?! Get your hands off him, you bastard!"

"I'm not the bastard, Hal. That title goes to you," Clark growled, his tone cold, "Now, stay away from Y/N. If I find out you've touched him again, I'll personally deliver your ring back to Oa myself. Got it?"

The Green Lantern was left speechless, watching as the Kryptonian flew off with the Omega. He was pissed, and he knew he had to get him back. He wouldn't let Superman steal what was rightfully his.

"Alright, then. Round three it is, fly-boy."

☀️ | Hal Jordan/Green Lantern | ☀️

☀️ | Masterlists | ☀️

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The type of pervy boss who keeps your panties in his desk drawer and uses them to jerk off. Even better if you see him doing it, then he can tell you to change into the cum covered panties and give him the ones you've been wearing today. Rinse and repeat.

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𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 — 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), overstimulation, ffm threesomes, dub con in some of them, orgasm denial, spanking, pussy slapping, daddy kink, size kink, dacryphilia, squirting, suggestions of anal, all characters featured are 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading <3

𝗮𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗻 // 𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵𝘂𝗿 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗿𝘆

“You’ve still got plenty to give,” Arthur commands, one elbow resting on the edge of his throne, his head tilted ever so slightly to watch the way your bouncing, albeit haphazard now, sends ripples through your thighs all the way up, “keep fucking yourself.”

you might be able to do what he demands of you, had his free hand not been pressed to your sex, large finger pads rubbing lazily against your puffy clit. he’d been teasing you for so long, edging you for so long that your legs keep trying to give out on you, making it impossible to ride him in a smooth, skillful motion.

instead, you jounced up and down, crying out to punctuate each time your ass smushed against his thighs, the force at which his cock barrels into you per his demands making you lightheaded.

bracing yourself with both hands on the expanse of his shoulders, you try to ease off of him, allowing an inch or two to slide free from your body before you pause, and close your eyes tight, your breath shaky, your thighs trembling.

“I— I need… a m—minute—“

“Why? Are you already too sensitive?” his fingertips press against your button, pinching it hard until your hips are jutting, hoping to escape the torture. you nod, and his brows knit together, pensive, before his hand careens upwards, grasping your waist and pulling you back down flush against his lap, filling you to point of crying out, “Very well. You can take those sixty seconds impaled on my cock. Then, you can continue.”

your nails threaten to scrape at his skin, your eyes watering. the constant, deep throb of his girth in your belly is one of the sensations you were hoping to take a break from, but you can’t rightfully deny the Ruler of Atlantis in his own kingdom— not while you were merely a guest, an ambassador.

“And then?” you ask, breathless, one hand sagging to feel your belly. from the inside, you felt so full that you might burst, but you smooth your palm over it and feel merely a faint lump of his shape against it. “After I’ve satisfied you, your highness?”

“I’ll have you cum, finally.” Arthur’s brow quirks. “And after that, my queen will have her turn with you.”

𝗯𝗮𝘁𝗺𝗮𝗻 // 𝗯𝗿𝘂𝗰𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆𝗻𝗲

“Don’t stop!” it’s you that’s begging, because Bruce has you twisted in just the right position to overwhelm you. one of his massive hands is splayed against the obsidian behind your head, keeping his upper half level and hovering over you, so as not to suffocate you, while the other pushes your right leg up at the knee. his jaw is clenched, brows furrowed, as he multitasks. keeping your legs from jutting inward at the knee and digging into his chest to attempt to push him away, and rocking his hips to give you all that you’re asking for.

“If you’re going to take it, then you have to take it.” he grunts, authority seeping into his strained voice. “Keep your legs open.”

you were trying, you really were. even when you reached around to grip your thighs with both hands, the second he bottomed out in your belly, you were arching off the hood of the batmobile, your body fighting to protest the sheer amount of thickness you’re being fed, and how each bulging vein scrapes against your delicate walls. your knees spur into his ribs, attempting to work their way between the two of you.

“Keep going,” you moaned, even as your nails sank into his chest, digging through the sweat-sheened, dark patch of hair found there, “I’m going to cum again!” your palms pushed against him, you writhed, and your legs were threatening to bruise his rib cage.

that’s why he had taken over. pushing your knee up towards your chest, he could pin you back down to the batmobile and keep you in place; his bare chest heaving only inches from your face, raining droplets of salty perspiration on to your contorted countenance. “I’m not stopping until you beg me to,” he mutters, as if it’s obvious enough. “That would defeat the whole purpose of your endurance training.”

he always had to make it sound like he was making you a better superhero, a more important asset to the Justice League.

was that really true, or did he just enjoy the way your cunt clenched around him?

“Your ability to follow orders, however,” pressing his shoulder against the back of your knee, he holds you in place so he can push his now liberated palm against the hood on the other side of your head, “we’ll work on that next.”

𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗼𝘄 & 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗿𝘆 // 𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗲𝗻 & 𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗵 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲

the stinging slap against your clitoris already has you yelping, digging your nails into your own thighs as you keep them spread apart. Dinah rubs the sting into your button with her lithe fingers, whilst her other hand buries itself in Ollie’s hair, pushing his head down between your legs. the burn of his beard rubbing your most sensitive region has you squirming and panting. “We can play this game all night,” she croons, patting your swollen clit. the taps are firm and quick, nearly spanking, and you twitch each time, “Ollie can work your cunt over, tongue fuck you until you’re just about to cum…”

and you were, you were trembling with the desire to release, since such a privilege has been withheld thus far, and your eyelids fluttered, your toes curled. every sensation they fed you was amplified by at least one hundred, due to the constant edging and soiling of your past, potential orgasms. now, within only a few seconds, and with Dinah’s soft crooning as she beats your clitoris, you’re past the realm of pleasure. so hyper sensitive that it had become torturous, and you were desperate to cum.

“And then, we take it away.”

Ollie came up for air, and to meet Dinah’s waiting lips, while you convulsed in disbelief as yet another climax is denied, and you snub pathetically. “P—please,” you stammer through ragged breath, “I’m so—so sensitive— it’s— too much… please…”

Dinah moans, dragging her tongue along her lover’s lips, and gathering your taste on it before she looks at you, her ruby lips etched upwards into a smile. it was devious and lustful— you always did love when she looked at you like that. “If you want to cum that badly, you know what you have to have?”

you nod, bashful but just needy enough to comply, “C— cock in my ass…”

“Good girl,” Ollie mumbles, reaching around her midsection to rub Dinah’s bare sex with one hand, and yours with the other. his fingers dip into you, and you arch again, whimpering. “You must really be trying hard to hold it together.”

“Oh, she is.” Dinah purrs, smacking your clit again. “She can’t even answer correctly, poor thing. Greedy pussy must be overloading her brain. Whose cock do you need in your ass to cum, sweetheart?”

you’re shaking, grunting in frustrated pleasure as your hazy eyes drift to the strap on laying beside you. locked in the metal ring is a sizable, silicone dildo. your mind whirrs.

“Y—yours,” you whimper, biting down on your lip. “I need your cock in my ass to cum, Dinah!”

𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻 // 𝗵𝗮𝗹 𝗷𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗮𝗻

Hal will hit it from the back because he knows he can pound your sweet spots until you’re shaking. his cock has just the right curve upwards to dip into a nerve cluster when he pulls you back to meet his deep thrusting. it’s a section inside you that no one’s ever touched before him, and he bullies it relentlessly until it overloads your pleasure capacity, and you’re scrambling for something to dig your nails into, thighs trembling uncontrollably.

“Attagirl,” he moans, tilting his head back to savor the way you quiver around him, “there goes daddy’s sweet, little vibrator.” when you babble his name, he’ll swat at your ass with his palm open, wearing a dopey grin. “That's a good spot, huh? Want me to keep hitting it right there?” when you nod, whimpering nonsensically, he uses his free hand to press into your shoulder blades, urging you to arch your back tighter, and you bury your face in the pillows you hug so tightly, muffling your mewling. “Go to town, babygirl, that feels good,” he encourages with another smack, this time, he digs his fingers in to grab a fistful of the supple flesh on your ass, “shake for me!”

when you hear his moaning in your ear, feel the heat of his ragged breath and the pressure of his muscled torso against your back, it only sends you higher.

you worry you may never come down.

pinned to the mattress, tearing at the fabric of the pillows and sheets, your eyes rolling back, you manage to whimper his name, followed by a string of pathetic pleas. “T—too much— can’t.. I can’t—“

“You can,” he ensures, both hands running up the length of your body underneath to grope at your breasts while he rams you into the mattress. “My babygirl can. Just let me… fuck, let me give it to you. Let me fuck you ‘till you can’t think straight.” when he kisses your neck with his open mouth, he rasps out, “And when I fill you up, I’m gonna flip you over and eat my cum out of this sensitive, little pussy. Daddy’s not leaving for Oa until the AM. You’re gonna cum until you cry tonight, baby.”

𝘀��𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗻 // 𝗸𝗮𝗹-𝗲𝗹 ( 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗸𝗲𝗻𝘁 )

you cling to him.

you know he has you, and you won’t be going anywhere, but you still hold tightly to his shoulders, hook your legs around the smallest section of his back, burying your face in his massive chest. his herculean form engulfs you in a shadow, encasing you in his warmth; you feel microscopic underneath him.

you hadn’t realized how intense making love to him would be; he was always so gentle when he held you, so easy when he kissed you. he treated you like you were made of glass most of the time, and he did so with a smile.

but when he was inside you, you could feel every muscle in his superhuman body, tight and fighting the urge to ruin you. he made sounds: guttural moans in the back of his throat, as he eased you into a rhythm he thought you could handle.

even for all his holding back, you were still struggling— your body overloaded with stimulation, from the depth he could reach, to the force behind his rutting. the swollen tip of his cock bumped nerves you didn’t even know existed, prodded at your insides, and still? still, Kal wanted to give you more pleasure.

with one hand slipped between the two of you, he used his first and third finger to spread your netherlips, petting at your swollen clit with his middle finger.

it was enough to have you falling apart, over and over again. whining his name, wriggling under his weight.

“You’re doing so good.” he was murmuring, just barely louder than your whimpers, as he kisses the top of your head, but his powerful hips piston at a steady, deep pace. “If it’s too much, you can tell me. We can stop—“

your grip tightens.

you didn’t want to stop, even if your body were to give out. you wanted Kal to have you in every way possible, from your heart to your soul, to your body, even if it meant the latter was broken from his power by the end of it. but you couldn’t tell him that. instead, you shook your head, back and forth, several times, whimpering desperately.

Kal understands, and the breath of a fond chuckle leaves his lips against your head. “Okay, no stopping, understood.”

it was when you came unraveled again, starting to blubber, leaving tears streaked across his chest, that his grip on you tightened. “I’m going to rub harder, okay? I’m going to fuck you deeper.”

for the first time, you were apprehensive.

how could he possibly get deeper?

“K—Kal…”

“I can feel you on the brink,” he coos, slowly pushing fresh inches into you. you didn’t even know he wasn’t hilt deep until you felt his other hand press against your spasming entrance; he was using it as a bumper, keeping himself from burying what remains of his length into you too soon by keeping a tight fist around his shaft. “You’re so close to the big one…”

you’re in awe as your mind swims with the possibilities of just how many more inches of cock Kal had to offer.

and how much of it could actually fit inside you?

“I want to give it to you.”

with he scrapes at your clit with the tip of his finger, harder and faster, you look up at him, bottom lip trembling, babbling, and find his chin angled down, ready to kiss your tears away.

“Just hold on to me.”

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗹𝗮𝘀𝗵 // 𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗻

Barry was beaming when he could feel the soles of your feet against his shoulders, urging him back from his nest between your thighs. he’d been so diligent in the use of his tongue, swirling it over your aching clit so many times and at such an impossible speed that it felt as though he was conjuring a minuscule tornado with the velvety muscle, and siccing it on your body to assault you in a way that no other man could ever compare to. his fingers, and the way they worked you over from the inside, were just as skillful; thicker than you’d anticipated— and knuckle deep. he was tapping a button from the interior, teasing it, gauging how you react when his fingertip grazes over it.

“Barry—“ whimpering, you push against him, “I really— I can’t cum again… without…”

“Without…?” Barry grins wide, azure eyes alight with excitement as he pumps faster. “Squirting for me?” your eyes widened, and you felt the heat of a furious blush on your cheeks. you never should’ve told Barry it’d happened once before.

“Barry!” you give him a shove with your foot, just barely harder than before, but he claps a hand on your thigh and pushes one foot off of him, pinning your leg to the bed, keeping it spread wide. “It’ll… make a mess…” with your hand fleeing for his golden locks, you grip them at the crown of his head, but you don’t try to pry him off of you. you merely hold on to his hair, staring down at him, panting.

but his eyes are twinkling; mischief awash in the oceanic gems. “I’ll lick it all up. I want to taste it.” he answered simply, jamming his fingers into you somehow even faster. the pressure on your lower belly elicits a broken squeak from your lips as your head drops back against the pillows, and your grip tightens on his hair. Barry dives back in, slurping on your clit until you’re seeing triple.

“B—Barry— the sheets—“

“We own a washing machine.”

he wasn’t allowing you any excuses, nor was he giving you any time to find the strength to control the orgasm that follows shortly. even as you tried to pull his head back, to ease the intensity, your hips rock upwards, off the bed in tandem with his furious finger fucking, and you smash your sex into his face with a hapless cry of his name. you erupt, soaking his hair and face, as well as the sheets underneath you in a violent gush, and press your thighs together as tight as you can around his head. he allows this, trailing the hand that was keeping you pinned up the length of your torso to knead your breast in tender circles as he gurgles and moans. even as your vision was blurry and you were panting, you glance down at him weakly to witness the way his eyes rolled back in his head when he sipped on you. it was vulgar enough to have you whining, falling back against the bed, in exhaustive defeat.

when Barry finally comes up for air, he’s drenched— his golden tendrils sticking to his face, and he’s sucking in as much oxygen as he possibly can, sitting back on his knees to admire the carnage he left. you were still trembling, legs falling open to either side, mewling soft and pathetic. you peek up at him, watching diamonds of your essence rolling down his chiseled cheek, and it only has your hips rocking more fervently, humping air. he smiles wider, palming at himself. there was a fat lump in his pants that was begging for treatment. “I’m so hard right now,” he purrs, and reaches for your hand with his free one, bringing it to his groin. you squeeze and rub, following the rhythm you know he likes, and he moans, watching you inch towards him on your back. you were much too weak to crawl expertly. “See what you do to me?”

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