Batman and Barry are having a calm–if not even a nice conversation when it happens. They’re walking around the Watchtower, talking about the League’s next mission, and that’s when Barry’s face drops, and points to something ahead of them.
It’s Wally. On one knee. With a small black box in his hand. Dick is in front of him.
They both stop and stare.
Wally is speaking.
“Richard ‘Dick’,” Wally wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, and Barry wants to die, “Grayson-Wayne, will you do me the honors of being my favorite baby-girl for the rest of my life, and marry the Wall-man?”
Barry wants to die. He wants to be dead. He wants to dig a 10-foot hole, and cover himself in the dirt, and stay there forever. He can’t even gauge how his face looks right now, and he does not want to look at Batman. The Bat. The guy who decided to dress up as a Man-Bat, go out, and terrorize the criminals of Gotham as a hobby. And his nephew, his loving, funny, fucking stupid, nephew, Wally, just proposed to Batman’s kid. And called himself the “Wall-man” and called the Batkid his “favorite baby girl.”
Dick just said yes.
Barry was not ready to be related to Batman.
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Step dad Steve seeing you in some flimsy little sleeping shorts while your moms gone and him losing his shit, ripping them off and fucking You against the counter as he calls you his slut
Me, who got this ask while wearing a cute little pair of pyjama shorts: 😳
Because holy GOD, that's far too hot and maybe with the thought of him being into brat taming too. He sees you prancing around the kitchen on a really hot day, just wearing a tank top and a tiny pair of flimsy shorts.
Your mum is out getting groceries and you know she won't be long. You're painfully aware that Steve is in the kitchen, getting himself a cold beer after mowing the lawn and fuck, the second his eyes land on you, you can see how hungry he is.
"Oh wow, sweetheart. Are these all for me?" He's got a smirk on his lips as he presses the cool rim of the beer bottle to them, taking a sip and drinking in the sight of all that bare skin you've left on show for him.
"No Steve, it's just too hot to wear anything else." You smile sweetly.
"Has the heat gone to your head, honey? Who the fuck are you calling 'Steve'? You know this ring on my finger makes me your daddy and you'll address me properly."
He's pissed off already and trying to hide it but there's no way you're stopping there.
"Calm down, Steve. Couldn't have an old man like you putting any extra strain on your heart." You can't even look at him as you say it because you know exactly what it's going to do to him.
Sure enough, you're not far wrong. He sets his beer on the marble countertop with a little more force than you expected and he's crossed the short space between you both in no time. "Bend over and keep your bratty little mouth shut. I don't want to hear a word out of you, you got it? Can your dumb little brain handle that? I want you to watch. Watch out that fucking window and tell me when your mommy's car pulls into the drive. Gonna make sure she walks in right as your slutty cunt is milking every drop of cum from me. We're gonna show her just how well daddy treats you, even if you're a little brat." Your shorts are ripped off in a few seconds and he's got you bent over the counter, facing out the window and you're so fucking into this.
The tip of his cock is brushing through your slick folds before you know it, smearing your arousal over him and it makes that first glide into you so much easier. "Mhm, that's perfect. Please fuck me, daddy." You whine, desperately trying to press your ass flush with his body, making sure you're taking every last inch.
"It's too late to behave nicely now, honey. I'm going to fuck you at whatever pace I want. I'll be honest, the only reason I care about you getting off at all is to see how cute you'd look on your hands and knees, wiping this floor clean because you squirted down your legs. If it wasn't for that, I wouldn't be letting you cum." He begins thrusting slowly, marvelling in the slick sound of your body around him. This man is filthy unlike anyone you've ever met before and it's incredible.
"Hm, that's exactly what I want. I want you squirting on daddy's cock when mommy gets home and I want you cleaning up your own mess with a pussy stuffed full of my cum." He's determined now, fucking you at an earth-shattering pace all of a sudden and it's so overwhelmingly perfect. You try to cling to the marble countertop but your fingertips just can't find anything to grip onto.
"Oh fuck, please don't stop. D-don't stop, daddy." You beg, trying to focus on the window in front of you but it's so difficult to do with your eyes rolling back.
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