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16#
He holds you down, shoving his hard cock in your mouth.
"Suck it, *Bruce*." His voice is rough, breathy. You've been a bad Bat.
You indulge in the humiliation, bask in the submission. It's what you deserve. The black cape that almost covers your body, the helpless suckling when he pushes in. The way he holds the pointy bat-ears of your cowl and fucks your mouth. When he comes and pulls out, the taste is on your tongue, the hot drops on your face and chin.
He pulls away and moans, then unties your hands.
"God, that was good, Tim." He breathes more than says. "Thank you."
You grin. "Okay, now you be Batman. I want to fuck you."
Dick nods and lies on his back.
"Hands and knees, Dick. Doggie style." You grin menacingly. Dick grins back and flips over, and you toss the cowl his way and start to unfasten the cape.
Fandom: DCU, Bats
Characters: Tim, Dick, mentioning Bruce. Dedication: buggery
Inspiring fridgeporn:
he holds you
down
shoving his hard cock
in your mouth
*
17#
Alex is rock hard, has been since he entered the club. There is something sensuous about this music that feels like sex is covering the skin the moment you first hear it. And something dangerous about this crowd that makes him alert; he's not sure what, but he has the instincts to know and feel danger.
Like now. Right behind him. He whirls around with the tap on his shoulder and -
"It's you."
"Who else, Alex?" The grin is maddening. And the danger is clear to Alex even through the friendly manner, the sweet talk, he never forgets who this is.
"What do you want?" Not another soul thing, not another mission. Not tonight. Alex just wanted to have fun.
"I just want to dance," with the most innocent expression on his face.
On the floor Alex feels better. More at home with the beat, freer. Lets his body undulate with the sounds and doesn't even look to check if Lucifer followed him. Of course he did. Alex gets even harder when he feels it, the slow grind of another man's hips behind him, an erection aching with need, throbbing with the beat, and the scent of the devil's hair reaches his nose.
"Did you know, Alexander," the ever taunting voice whispers in his ear and a hand snakes around to rub his cock through his jeans, "lust is a deadly sin."
Fandoms: Brimstone, X-files
Characters: Alex Krycek, Lucifer
Inspiring fridgeporn:
you're rock hard
in your pants
the slow grind of him
behind you
aching with need
throbbing with the beat
*
18#
The night started just normal, no kink in sight. Not even sex. I was just sitting around in my pyjamas, alone, watching television and eating snacks, when I noticed Superman flying past my window, trying to appear inconspicuous. And then he flew by again, in the other direction. After five minutes he was there again.
I know people, or at least me, usually think of Batman when it comes to stalking and watching. But Superman has his own problems in that department. There he was, zooming by again.
Well, if he was gonna be like that.. I had a few tricks up my sleeve.
Or, I had a pair of red high heeled shoes in the bottom of my closet left over from that Lady Flash incident. You think I didn't notice how he reacted?
So next time he flew by there I was, standing innocently not far from the window in my pyjamas and high heels.
Whoosh. Lucky I left the window open or he'd break right through it, and then all the fun would be postponed in favour of cleaning shards of glass from everywhere in the apartment.
As it is I'm face down on his lap with my PJ's down to my knees and a super erection poking me. And his hand is cracking down on my bottom and I'm sure it's gotta be pink by now. I'm vibrating and undulating and trembling with lust, and he calls me a tease. Because I'm sitting around in my own apartment, alone, wearing...?
"You knew I was watching."
"So who's the kinky pervert now? Ow."
Fandom: Justice League
Characters: Wally, Clark
Inspiring fridgeporn:
laying over his hard lap
every crack of that hand
on your pink bottom
makes you tremble with lust
+"i'm wearing pajamas and high heels." [celes720]
*
19#
I need to feel the burn of you inside me, your smooth shaft driving me, your sure hands on me. It's been days since you last touched me. You don't even know how much I need you. How much it's *your* hands that drive me more than anything.
You don't even know how I feel. You don't even know that I feel at all.
And now I was taken away from you, nothing but a joy ride to two teenage boys. They laugh carelessly as I'm taken in high speeds and it *hurts* me, it's mostly unpleasant.
Then they stop, finally, thanks whoever for small mercies. They start having at each other, right on top of me, not caring for the world to see, but the night is blind. It's just me and them. The dark haired one with the intense eyes is fucking the red haired bouncy one, and they completely ignore me, until *you* appear on the scene. Angry and severe and for a moment I fear it's aimed at me and I want to scream out, it's not my fault. Then you growl at the two boys, who jump apart and start to make excuses and try to explain, and I sigh with relief. I know you'll take me home soon. I know they will be punished, and I know I'll feel your hands on me again soon.
Fandom: DCU
Characters: Batmobile's POV [hands up all who guessed], Batman, Tim, Bart
Inspiring fridgeporn:
I need
to feel the burn
of you inside me
your smooth shaft
driving me
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