Rather, it was the thought that his undivided attention was now focused on your ass that he would have to put hands on your hips and thighs in order to free you from your prison. It wasn’t so much the physical strain of being bent over and stuck that presented a problem Dick had trained you well enough in the gym and out in the field that maintaining this position for an extended period of time wasn’t an issue. Just not necessarily in the way it would seem. “Not to seem ungrateful or demanding, but could you please hurry it up? Believe it or not, this position’s not exactly comfortable.”Īnd it was true. Just, uh, trying to figure out the best way to…dislodge you.” You try to keep your voice as low as possible, but cringe at the way it still echoed in that stairwell, the acoustics absolutely perfect for a Black Canary performance. “Hey Nightwing, everything okay out there?” You imagine Dick, his blue eyes behind the mask trained intently on your ass and you cannot keep a sudden rush of heat from rising to the surface of your skin, cheeks burning in a way you wanted to think had absolutely nothing to do with how close he was likely standing to you now, the sharp V of his hips level with your jutting rear end, scratching his chin as he contemplated how best to free you short of blowing up the wall and waking up everyone in a three-mile radius. You can sense his approach: the faint vibrations of his footsteps on the tarmac, the quiet rustle of limbs heard so faintly through cracks in the wall one might have missed it if one hadn’t been trained to listen. Guess I’ll have to use the door this time.”ĭick draws out of sight and then you hear a click and thud, the heavy steel door echoing down the stairwell though Nightwing had done his best to let it close softly behind him. But can you please stop laughing and help pull me out before someone comes?! I don’t want to have to fabricate some weird sex fetish to explain why I’m wearing a mask and cape.” “Okay, so I need a bit more training before I can come out patrolling with you. …or so you thought until you got stuck, reality hitting hard in the form of a vice-like squeeze about your hips by brick and cement that refused to budge.Īnd now, your ass was literally an easy target, vulnerable and exposed to the dark night beyond while the upper half of your body fumed at one costumed Dick Grayson, still snickering in the stairwell of the decrepit apartment complex. So when tonight’s training consisted of you keeping up with him as he raced across the rooftops of Blüdhaven, you followed close behind, fighting to keep your breath even and steady as you ran, swung, flipped and jumped, doing so well at keeping pace that even you were surprised until Nightwing jumped - no, glided - through a hole in a wall on the rooftop of an apartment building, his form so perfect, he made it look like child’s play, so easy that anyone could do it… You struggle some more, kevlar gloves gripping onto brick for purchase as you attempt to push, pull, do anything to free the lower half of your body from the wall it was currently stuck in, your ego now thoroughly bruised in light of your previous declaration that you could do anything Nightwing was capable of doing. Also, ‘Batman’ and ‘normal’ have no business being in the same sentence together.” “To be fair, no one told you to follow me through the hole. “All right, I’m sorry,” Nightwing wheezes in between peals of laughter, broad shoulders shaking as he tries to catch his breath. He’d use the door, like a relatively normal person would, not try to show off by somersaulting through a hole in the wall. “This wouldn’t have happened if Batman were here in the first place. Thank god Batman isn’t here to see this.” PS: Please suspend your disbelief and just imagine for one hot second that triple woven kevlar can be ripped by the bare hands of one super horny superhero. I hope you will have fun reading this one, my friends! Hope October is treating you well so far! □ Since we are dealing with more mature topics (Kinktober being the name of the game and all □), please check out the warnings listed above! That being said, please know that this fic is absolutely ridiculous, and I laughed myself silly writing it. Word Count: ~3700 words (I promised myself I would keep these to 1500 words max. Potential trigger warnings include: outdoor sex (in a sense lol), being stuck in a wall/“glory hole” type situation, some bits faintly wavering towards dub-con, mentions of masturbation, brief mention of edging Warnings: NSFW/18+: Explicit/graphic language and mature themes - reader discretion is advised. Kinktober 2022 Prompt #1: STUCK IN A WALL (aka kabeshiri - yeah, I had to look this one up LOL ) (First posted on Pa*t*reon (pls see link in pinned post)! - early access Sept 25/22)
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