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Could u write a Poison Ivy x male reader fic containing fluff & smut? Use the version of Ivy from the Batman and Harley Quinn animated movie which takes place in the DCAU.
Things to include in the smut: Neck kissing/biting. Oral sex. Thick thighs. Thigh worship. Thighjob. Rough sex. Femdom. Aftercare.
Poisonous Passion 18+
Poison Ivy x male!reader
In which Ivy needs some stress relief. Good thing her lover is there to help her out in more ways than one…
SMUT Reader is a sub, usage of baby boy, Ivy is a dom, biting, thigh job, oral sex(male receiving), fluff, aftercare.
To say Ivy was stressed was an understatement. With her best friend, Harley, and Batman trying to stop her plans, she needed a stress relief. Ivy decided to ask her boyfriend, who had always been supportive, to help her. She barged into their shared “home” and as she saw her lover on the couch. Immediately he could tell what she needed. But first, you opened your arms for her. She immediately hugged him crying frustrated tears.
“I’m sorry you’ve been having a hard time Ivy.” You spoke stroking her red locks.
“It’s just not fair. Why can’t they see that all I’m trying to do is help the Earth. Don’t they want her to be healthy.” She vented into your shoulder.
“Is there anything I can do to help you, love?”You asked her concerned for her.
“I need some relief or something, I don’t know.” She rambled feeling slightly embarrassed
You then decided to kiss her thinking that it would help. Ivy melted into the kiss grabbing onto his face pulling him closer. She then wrapped her arms around his head as she straddled his waist. You grabbed her things feeling himself growing from every touch of her soft thighs. You then griped onto them knowing that’s what she likes.
“Fuck” you whispered as Ivy began kissing the right side of his neck.
“Feel good baby boy.” She cooed as she then bit into your neck hard enough to make your hiss. You bucked your hips into her causing her to moan slightly.
Ivy then reached down pulling your hardened cock out of your pants and began stroking it making you whimper as you gripped her plush thighs with enough force that bruises would appear the next day. You then began bucking his hips faster. Ivy smiled at his despiration pushing him down on the couch. She then quickly laid with him putting his cock in her mouth bobbing her head at his favorite pace. You’d been such a good boy lately so she figured that you should get a reward.
“F-fuck.” He whispered as he put a hand in her head. She immediately smacked it away and gave you a look that you was all too familiar with. A look that says “don’t touch”
She sucked you so hard that he felt as though his very soul would leave your body. The sounds alone would make any man cum but you were lucky enough to have her like this. Her face flushed and focused on his pleasure while maintaining her own control. It drove you crazy. You were so close and Ivy knew it. Just before you were about to cum she pulled away letting go of your cock with a pop. She smiled feeling satisfied at your flushed, desperate face.
“Don’t worry darling, you’ll get more.” She reassured and you nodded in agreement. She then positioned herself onto of you placing your sensitive cock between her thighs.
“I know what you like baby. You’re doing a good job my love. I’ll make you feel so good. .” Ivy spoke as she moved her thighs around him. You immediately gripped her ass roughly humping in between her thighs. She smiled at you making you chase your high once more. Ivy moved her hips in sync with yours as you began moaning loudly gripping her ass.
“Your thighs are so perfect, so soft, so beautiful.” You praised wanting to make her feel good with your words.
“I know darling, thank you.” She responded capturing your lips in a hard, rough kiss.
“Fuck, Ivy.” You moaned as you climaxed as your cum went all over her thick things and ass. You felt relieved, and nervous knowing you came with out her say so. And with the look on her face, you were right.
“You came without my permission, what a naughty boy.” She said getting up.
“I-I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” You whined as you admired her thighs drenched in your cum. This sight alone could make you cum. Her outfit was already sexy, but now it was too much and you could feel yourself getting hard again. She took notice grabbing your cock once more stroking it.
“You’re so cute, y/n. Think you could stay hard for me?” She asked moving the fabric from her pussy giving you the pleasure of seeing one of your favorite views. She was wet, and now you were fully hard once again.
“Yes, yes I can!” You exclaimed ready for her
“Good boy.” Ivy cooed admiring your perfect cock.
She got back on top of you kissing your body as she crawled back to your face. She took her time making sure to kiss as much of your body as she could, loving the way you twitch with every kiss she gives. When she finally made her way to your face she kissed you forcing her tongue into your much. The sheer passion from one of her kisses made you start hunting yourself into whatever you could. You needed her and you could tell she needed you too. You felt her dripping onto your torso fully wet enough to take you.
After a few moments she started kissing down you leaving behind a few bites on your neck and chest. She then sat up and you noticed her costume slipping down showing you the tiniest amount of her nipple making you even hungrier than before. Ivy then positioned herself above your cock that was leaking precum. She gave you a lusty smile looking into your e/c eyes as she sunk down on your cock hissing as she did so, never breaking eye contact with you. You held onto her thighs massaging them slightly as she sat there for a moment letting herself adjust to your size.
All you wanted was to start, but you knew she was in charge and you were fine with that. Ivy began moving fast and you were shocked that she decided to move at this pace this early, but you weren’t complaining. She rocked on you as you helped guide her. Ivy wasn’t having that as she pinned your head before your head going even faster than before. Her boobs popped out of her costume giving you full view of them.
“Suck on them.” She demanded you followed as she let go of your hands letting you grab her boobs, pushing them together so that you could suck them both at the same time. She moaned loudly putting her hands on your thighs gripping them hard so she could balance herself. You began bitting and sucking just the way she likes making her feel fuzzing as your own moans are muffed by her boobs.
After a little while of this you stopped sucking her boobs and gripped her thighs moving her body even faster and tougher than before. You knew this was a risk, but you needed more. She moaned louder shocked at your confidence but allowed you to continue as this felt too damn good.
“Fuck baby boy, just like that.” She practically screamed moving her hips in rhythmically with yours. You were hitting her in all of the right places making her mind feel fuzzing. She could feel herself getting closer, but still needed more. All she had to do was look at you for you to know exactly what she needed. You quickly flipped her over putting her in a mating press, fully filling her in the place she needed. You places your hands on her thighs pushing them to her chest as you fucked her hard. The smell of sex and the sounds of your joint moans filled the room making you both lose your minds. Your head felt fuzzy and that familiar feeling began bubbling up once more, but you knew that you need to ask to cum this time.
“Please, Ivy.” You moaned gripping her harder.
“Make me cum first.” She demanded grabbing your hands that were gripping her thighs.
You nodded pulling out and pushing your face into her clit sucking on it. She grabbed your face as she began grinding on it and soon enough she came undone on your face as her whole body shook from her orgasm.
“Put it back in and cum inside, love.” She moaned slightly coming down from her high but wanting you to reach yours. You obliged gabbing her thighs once more and pushing yourself back in fucking her roughly making her practically scream. It didn’t take long for your own climax.
“Ivy!” You moaned loudly, spilling your seed inside of her making her whimper slightly.
You both stayed there holding each other coming down from your highs. You stroked her thighs as she held you close to her giving you kisses and praised you for how good you made her feel. She decided she needed to bathe and you needed it too. You both took a shower mostly holding each other and kissing. Feeling the love that the two of you share.
“Did I help you feel better, love?” You asked her as the two of you were now laying in your shared bed.
“Yes, I’m just so thankful that I have you and that you’re on my side.” She confessed
“Always, I’ll always be on your side my love.” You reassured her stroking her face softly.
“I love you y/n.” Ivy spoke snuggling in your chest.
“I love you too, my poison Ivy.” You spoke pulling her closer as the two of you fell into a deep sleep.
Thank you for reading💜And thank to the person who requested this fix, I really hope you liked it. This was really fun to write and damn this got steamy. 😏
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It was my birthday yesterday on may 6 and I forgot to post anything about it so… 😅 here’s a list of the requests I’m finishing up in order and the ones crossed off are finished and linked on my Masterlist! (I turned 19 yay!)
Jason Todd x Top Werewolf Male Reader Part 2
25. Tit Job/ Pec Job ft. Diavolo x Male Reader
Killmonger NSFW headcanons
Peter Parker x Avenger Male Reader
Tony Stark x Dom Male Reader
Kurt Wagner x Dom Reader headcannons
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Jason Todd x Top Werewolf Male Reader | Headcanons Part 2
Word count: 1,595
Request(s):
I like the thought that werewolves can go into heat, on that note what if the dug or medicine if used to often their body refuses to take it kinda like reacting to poison? But if werewolves haven't had their heat in a while than it can be pretty intense. Leading up to werewolf reader completely railing Jason? - @xweirdo101x
Author Note: I love this idea and this gif is perfect for it, ugh 😩 I love Jason Todd and it shows. Read part 1 in order to understand this one.
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Warning(s)⚠: Sub Jason, porn with plot, manhandling, intense sex, animal like features, Reader has a big dick, fingering (Character receiving,) slight biting, making out, and last but most definitely not least… Breeding.
Ever since you’ve told Jason about what you really were, things have going well in your relationship for the past few months and you two have actually built a good bond of trust which just made your love for each other much stronger. But it also arises some new feelings that we’re racing in Jason’s mind
Now that he knew, you felt more comfortable showing your true strength, speed, and resilience, and while he’d never admit it to you, he couldn’t help but feel a little aroused every time you showed it off, knowing what you could so easily do to him was just such a turn on to him something he never expected would be before you
You told Jason about your heat cycle and how they can get really intense and pretty rough so you use suppressors for them which he was completely fine with but when your heat cycle came around, it seemed that your body has finally gained immunity to it at the worst time possible,
Jason was out doing his usual patrols and work at night and you were in pain and need to breed something but you wanted to hold back and not worry him, but when Jason came home that night, he called out for you and only when he walked in your shared bedroom he could finally see everything in full display
You were on the bed breathing heavily and panting as you fisted your cock desperate for release for the sixth time that day but no matter how many times you came you only felt worse, the sweat on your body was glistening, your load was twice as much, and your mind can only think about one thing and that was to relieve the aching pain in your body that was in desperate need to rail and fuck someone with your cock
Jason was frozen in place, he watched feeling completely turned on by the view in front of him, they have done many things but Y/n looked… different like this, almost animalistic and the thought of his boyfriend using his strength against him was just such a turn on to him as he just couldn’t help himself. He shifted in his weight making a floorboard creak and the noise immediately caught your attention chasing you to snap your head and toward him
Jason’s knees almost buckled at the sight of your eyes that looked exactly like a wolf’s were full of desire and absolute hunger which made his body shiver in anticipation as he slowly approached the bed with your eyes following him, not at all leaving his body for a moment, you were fighting every thought in your head that told you to pounce on him and fucking him mercilessly even though you knew that both of you wanted it
He closed the door shut and slowly got on the bed “You mind if I…” he gulped as his eyes trailed down to your length that was throbbing between your hands “Help you?…” for a second you both stayed silent, the atmosphere being very thick in the air as you both looked into each other’s eyes before you suddenly grabbed his hips flipping him onto the bed pushing him ok his back with thick muscular thighs spread out beautifully and you immediately dived between his thighs
You opened your mouth to say something your wolf fangs getting flashed to Jason which only fueled his arousal but instead of talking you leaned forward and softly bite his inner thigh, not enough to hurt but just good enough to send shivers throughout his body “Oh- god…” a whine came from his throat as he felt his cock twitch and slowly harden creating a small pool of cum on his stomach as your teeth lightly move along his inner thigh, grazing his skin as you move deeper between them
He felt your tongue loll out of your mouth and slowly begin to trace over the thick meat of his strong thighs as he practically teased both him and yourself just tasting the sweat on his skin as you inhaled the musk on his body practically tasting his scent the more you pressed into him which only made your length wetter with anticipation, he could feel your fingernails that were much sharper and longer than normal, they looked like they could claw right through him as you lightly pressed them into his skin before you finally had enough and couldn’t take it anymore rubbing your tongue over his hole before immediately pushing it in his puckered pink hole causing him to let out a choked whine
Your tongue pressed against his hole pushing in and out to tease the rim only to push your tongue further in his hole watching as he swallows the spit that gathered in his mouth and let out soft little whimpers as he bit his lip to try and muffle the noises, he watched as you pressed a thumb in and began to push it further down his hole, stretching it open and pulling it out only to watch as it clenched around nothing, you suddenly put in two fingers and scissored his heat causing him to elect a louder moan, impatiently trying to open it up enough for your cock that was throbbing in your pants and rubbing against the bed sheets
The friction only increased your lust as you fingered him faster and you can feel his patience running thin as well “Just please… fuck me already…” he begged helplessly as you stretched him open, watching as his hole squeezed down on your fingers only for you to add another finger and fuck his insides with them faster, a loud string of cusses words and moans left Jason’s lips as he felt your fingers graze against his prostate which only made him grow more impatient as a loud moan elected from his throat and you decided you both had enough so you pulled your fingers out causing him to whine from the emptiness and you wrapped your hand around your aching cock that was throbbing from the lack of attention
Jason took notice of how your cock looked somehow bigger while you were in heat and his cock twitched at the sight imagining how it would fill up his insides and completely wreck his hole only for him to look at your wolf-like gaze that pierced through his soul and the look Jason gave you right then and there was pure want and need as he reached over and gave your arousal a slow long pump feeling how it pulsed and somehow got harder in his hand, his lips parting as if he wanted to taste it but you were, long done with waiting so you grabbed him by his waist flipping him over so his face was pressed up against the pillows and his hips were raised giving you access to his wet gaping hole
Looking at the sight of Jason splayed out like this right in front of you, a complete mess you couldn’t hold back anymore and began to slowly grind your too against him before you finally pushed in his heat causing him to let out a string of cuss words at how much bigger your cock felt inside of him as you slowly began to stretch him out before finally bottoming out inside of him “Shit! Your so f-fucking big..!” He moaned out pathetically his hands clawing at your back eyes watering with tears and his jaw was slack as you leaned in to give him a sloppy kiss your tongue tasting his lips before pushing into his mouth as you drank in his moans before softly biting his bottom lip pulling at it before letting it go, electing a whine from his puffy lips
Your tongue was much longer than before he swore you could’ve even deep-throat him with how long it was now and the way you were using your tongue on him felt as if you were fucking his mouth the same rough and passionate way you fucked his hot stretched out hole railing him as if you were truly just an animal causing his mind to fall blank as he threw his head back and arched into your large cock feeling as it rammed against his prostate over and over again. Your thrusts only quickened as you felt your release coming near and you began to rut into him letting out a deep moan/growl from your throat as you felt the heat growing inside of you and you leaned down biting his neck
Although it wasn’t hard enough to break skin it made Jason let out a loud moan as his cock twitched before finally spilling all over his stomach his orgasm only causing him to clench down on your length making you groan before you spilled your own load inside of him making him whimper as he felt your seed seeping into his hole deep inside of him, some of it spewing out of it because of the intense amount of build-up from your heat and you pulled out watching as it all spilled out only for you to thrusts your hips back into his wet sticky mess and beginning to pound him all over again making him let out a yell as he couldn’t even keep up with you anymore and he knew that this night was far from over and him getting any restraint that night was very unlikely, but he couldn’t complain for a moment
Dick Grayson for the kink roulette pleaseee
the kink roulette gods were LISTENING when I said I wanted to eat his ass—
the randomly chosen kink was: rimming
warnings suggestion of somnophilia, rimming, and dick being sorta soft sorta mean — minors dni
to say you were overwhelmed would’ve been the understatement of the century.
you were utterly helpless, pinned to the bed with your head resting upon a pillow to angle it up so that Dick can have you the way he wants— and the way he wants is your tongue hanging out of your mouth so that he can sit on it. the musk of his raw arousal was practically inebriating; with the weight of his balls on the base of your nose so the tip of it kisses his perineum as he rolls his hips against your open mouth, you can focus on nothing— he has your mind wiped clean.
your eyes must’ve glazed over when you peer, weakly, up at him, because he snickers wickedly, using his free hand to pet baby hairs back from your perspiring forehead. “Aren’t you just so damn cute when you’re dizzy?”
unable to fully comprehend that his question is rhetorical, you nod anyways, eyelids fluttering, and a hearty laugh from above you follows. “Jesus, my ass taste so good that you’re drunk off it? I wish you could see yourself right now—“ a grunt rips through his words. he’s teasing himself with partial strokes, focused on the throbbing tip of his cock that oozes sticky precum you wished you could taste, “ah, a brain dead toy for me to play with however I fucking want to, eating my ass just because I said so. Those pretty eyes are hardly staying open though, aren’t they? Feeling sleepy, baby? Is pleasing me putting you to sleep?”
Dick rocks his hips firmly against your tongue, flattening it to your chin as he rakes his rim over it until you’re both moaning. “That’s okay, fucktoy, you can take a little nap. I’m going to use your mouth just like this, jerking myself off until I cum all over that cute face—“ Dick pants, hunching forward with his shoulders drawn tight together; his grip on himself has tightened, the pumping ferocious when your tongue wiggles against the tight ring. “I’ve gotta do everything for ya anyways, right? Go night night, baby, and don’t you worry. I’ll shove a vibe in that tender pussy when I want you awake again.”
Dark like somnophilia? Bc that shit is good af
i have been working on this request for like 2 days and i??? am obsessed with it. i hope you like it, babe! meanie jason has my ass and my heart.
𝓌𝒾𝓃 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒, 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 ⎹ 𝓙.𝓣.
fandom dc / masterlist coming soon
featuring jason todd/robin x villain!reader ( f! )
rating nsfw, none of my work is meant to be viewed by minors (anyone under the age of eighteen), and i will happily block any that interact with my posts or my blog.
content warning noncon (unconscious people can not consent), somnophilia, violence (reader gets her ass handed to her), smut, victim blaming/slut shaming, a little degradation if you squint. this is a dark fic. don’t read it if the idea of non consensual elements makes you uncomfortable.
summary you thought you could handle it.
word count 2.2k / mini musing
attention do not repost or translate, even with ‘credit’. just don’t do it. reblog instead of like. leave feedback if you enjoyed. divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics !
you got this.
he was a fucking sidekick, for Christ’s sake, and you needed to make a name for yourself.
you knew how you had to do it; the way to climb to the top of the food chain with one night.
you were going to kill the cute, little bird boy.
you got this.
you encircled him, your gloved hands reaching down to tug at the rope you’d tied around his wrists— binding him to the wooden chair in the middle of the room. they were as tight as you could make them, and there seemed to be no flaws in the rope itself.
perfect.
his head is hung forward, chin against his heaving chest, and there’s a slow trickle of blood from the corner of his swollen mouth and the entirety of his cheek is turning a reddish purple; it made you smile, knowing you had a killer high kick. the slumped figure elicits a low groan of pain, a cue that he was coming ‘round, and you took a step back. “Welcome back to the world of the living, baby bird.” you croon, sauntering over to the table across the room. atop it lay an arrangement of metal tools, including a couple of daunting blades that looked like fun. svelte digits graze over them and you envision cutting away that pesky super suit, and how much more satisfying it would be when the blade meets the flesh of his chest. you would carve your callsign into him so everyone knew who killed Robin. you can hear his breathing now, as he lifts his head, and practically feel the heat of his stare on your back. you caught yourself wondering if he was staring daggers, or if he was completely enraptured by the shape of your body swaddled in raven latex.
“Not too bad of a view to wake up to, but I’ll be honest I’m more of a dom.” he croaks, before spitting his blood on the concrete floor between his feet, “Now, how about you untie me, babe?”
“Babe?” you repeat with acid on your tongue, snatching a hunting knife off the table by the handle and whirling around, you point it at him as you creep towards his figure, shaking your head. “You’re not going anywhere. I’m going to pluck out your feathers one by one, Boy Wonder.”
you can see his jaw working when he closes his mouth, his shoulders tense and sapphire eyes nearly glowing, even in the dimly lit atmosphere. and then, he does the most peculiar thing. he cocks his head to one side, like an inquisitive puppy, and he grins. sure, it’s a grimacing rendition, but a grin nonetheless. “This must be your first rodeo, sweetheart.” leaning closer, he shifts in the chair, staring up at you; his eyes were piercing and mocking.
you step closer, pressing the blade to his neck when you hunch forward, your face inches from his with a snarl of a response, “What gave you that idea?”
he stares up at you, jutting his chin out to partially recoil from the knife to his throat, but in turn his breath is hot against your mouth, and the chortle that leaves his is husky and arrogant. “You forgot to tie my feet.”
moments after become a blur for you, but you remember the pain of both of his feet launching into your ribs, and the force of it nearly catapults you into the table across the room. you collide with the sharp edge of the surface jabbing into your back and you croak in agony. your knees nearly buckle as your lungs fight to inflate though the wind has been knocked out of them. and he’s already tipping the rickety chair backwards, focusing all of his body weight on to a weak point so it splinters when it hits the floor; freeing him.
you hadn’t expected it to go so wrong, and so you panic when he advances, and you swing the knife wildly in his direction. of course, his reflexes are much sharper, and he catches your wrist with one hand, twisting it back until you hear a faint crack and feel a stabbing pain when the bones fracture— you cry out and the knife clatters against the stone floor. your leg comes up, intent on driving it into his groin, but he careens about it no problem, his own knee thrusting into your gut with so much ferocity that you feel as though you may vomit upon the contact. you double over, and he brings your head down into his knee with both hands on the base of your skull. the impact leaves you seeing stars and staggering back. you scramble towards the table again and reach for another weapon but he’s right behind you, his form like a wall of stone against your back. Jason hooks his arm around your neck, clasping his elbow against your windpipe, and holds it in place with the opposite forearm.
pulled back into a tight arch, you can’t reach a single tool on the table no matter how hard you try to stretch your arms to reach for them. the vice around your neck tightens until it cuts off your air supply, and you gag and claw at his arms, writhing against him with all of the strength left in your aching body. you try to angle your body to push him away with your posterior, but the most you can do is rub yourself into him as you squirm. your vision was going hazy, but you can still feel the heaviness of his panting in your ear as he squeezes, and you could swear he let out a grunt, not from exertion during combat, but something else altogether.
no matter how much you gargled at the air, choking on it as you try to suck it in, none reaches your poor, burning lungs. he’s going to kill you, you realize, he’s going to strangle you to death.
you fight it as fervently for as long as you have fight in you, but it’s not enough. the world around you darkens. the last thing you remember is hearing him growl, “Nap time, bitch.” before you’re swallowed by the abyss.
Jason expels a sigh of relief once you sag in his arms, and loosens the grip on your throat, dropping you on to the table top on your stomach as carelessly as one would throw a sack of potatoes on to the floor. you were breathing now, even and soft. you would be out for a while, give him plenty of time to find an exit. however, instead of immediate escape, he finds himself lingering there, the lower portion of his body still flush against your ass.
he should leave.
he needed to get the fuck out of there.
but he can’t, not yet.
a telltale twitching in his groin has him hovering there; during the struggle, you’d managed to grind back against him and effectively stimulate the now rock-hard tent in his pants. his hands find your hips to grip them tight, bringing your rump back into him. “I should probably give Dick a call, let him know I’m all good, tell him that some pathetic little rent a villain tried to fuck with me…” he mutters, staring down at you.
his chest heaves, and he experiments with bucking his hips forward to rub his clothed erection against your shapely posterior. he suppresses a groan deep in his throat, “but, let’s be real here. You brought me all the way out here, wanted to play your little games. Maybe we should play them. After all, you’ve been a real fuckin’ tease.” he takes a moment to shift you on the table, boosting you into a more favorable position for him. his boots slide on the inside of your limp ones and push them far apart, spreading your legs open. “I mean, come on, this suit itself is a big, fat fuck me sign. You’re practically mad for it, aren’t you? Desperate to be overpowered and fucked, you want it so bad. If you were awake, I bet you’d be begging me to stick you.”
next, his fingers claw at whatever seams on your latex bodysuit he can find, specifically in the crotch of it, until he can shred a gaping hole that exposes your most vulnerable locale to him. “Holy shit.” he whispers to himself, an insatiable stare devouring all he could take from you with no resistance whatsoever. the hard on in his pants throbs now, demanding attention, and whilst one gloved mitt prods at your folds, urging your core to life, the other palms himself with low, primal growling and a string of expletives uttered under his breath. you were soaking his leather-clad digits, the fabric shiny from your slick that he then lathers on the swollen cock he fishes from his spandex. it stands at attention and his teeth sink into his bloody, lower lip. “Well, it’s your lucky night, sleeping beauty, because I’m not going anywhere until I wreck this pussy.”
he’s already grabbing the base of his manhood and plunging into you before he finishes the sentence, eliciting a long, cursing snarl as you take him inch by inch. “Christ,” he grunts when he finally bottoms out, “that pussy feels good.”
self control has never been Jason’s forte, especially not when his baser instincts were overtaking him, and before he even realizes it, he’s pounding you, rocking the table with you limp upon it. and he’s moaning like crazy, ragged breathing, because your walls clench around every ridged vein etched into his thick cock just tight enough to stun him. he grits his teeth, hissing through them a hateful, “Fuck you!” for making him feel so good. “Fuck you for teasing me, for wanting this so fuckin’ bad. Well, you’re getting it, all right. You’re taking it just like a mindless, little cocksleeve.” he snatches your body back by your hips, his fingers digging in with absolutely no regard for how sore you might be when you woke up. in fact, he hoped you’d be in so much pain that you’d not be able to walk. “You’re gonna feel me for fuckin’ days, whore— yeah, fuck yeah…” anger and desire creates a storm within him, and he unleashes it upon you, driving the entirety of his length into your core with repetitive, rough strokes that you were certain to feel when you came around.
but, his fervency had a side effect. he was too caught up in fucking you, punishing you via your body, that he was getting close much faster than he was used to. “Shit, I’m close— that cunt is too fuckin’ tight, you’re gonna make me cum.“ he moans, closing his eyes. his hands creep up to grip your shoulders instead, clamping his fists down on each one to lock you in place against him as he hammers. he can’t seem to get deep enough inside you to satiate the need for release, and he grunts in frustration at that fact. “Where do you want it, huh slut?” he moans, grinning wickedly as he stares at you; you couldn’t answer him, he knew that. “Mm, inside you? Smeared over your ass? I think I should paint that fuckin’ face of yours—“
he was right on the cusp of his high and he rips free of your helpless frame with a strangled gasp to keep from losing himself. he uses one hand to flip you over on to your back like a lifeless toy and he grips the collar of your body suit— which rips open, exposing your chest in the process—, wrenching you to the edge of the table as the other pumps wildly at his twitching cock. his chest heaves hard, “Too fuckin’ bad you’re not awake, I’d make you suck your pussy juice off it until I fed you my load— goddamn!” he shudders at the mere thought, placing his length over your partially sealed lips. the mere contact is enough to send him into bliss, but he cups one hand over himself and rocks his hips, rubbing his cock between your soft lips, smearing your arousal over your mouth and cheeks.
Jason stares down at the visage, glacieresque gems sparkling with wicked delight. “You take it this good for every super hero or am I just your favorite?” he teases through his panting, before his hips jerk and stutter. he mewls in ecstasy as the orgasm finally possesses him fully. ivory streamers erupt over your mouth, cheeks, and in your hair until you’re covered in his signature.
“That’s better,” he breathes out, tucking his sensitive manhood back into his trousers and adjusting them, before smirking as he admires the damage he’s done, “you’re much cuter covered in my cum, too.” his tongue slithers out to drag itself along the expanse of his bottom lip when he tilts his head, “Tell ya what, I’ll pay you another visit, because I’ll bet that ass could use a good fucking, too. Maybe next time, I’ll let you remember it.” chortling, one hand reaches out to pat your cheek, “Sweet dreams, stupid whore.”
Jason Todd-Survival of the Dickest 😏🥺😌❤️😵💫😩
i’m assuming that this is for my sleepover (pick a title and i’ll write a blurb) SO enjoy this hot mess
warnings for non consensual creampie, name calling ( slut, bitch, asshole ) aaaand jason being mean — minors dni
“Fucking hell, I’m right there,” but you already knew that— you could feel him twitching with each oscillation of your hips, and see the way his lower lip quivered when he let out a pent-up, scattered breath. “Let me shoot it in you, yeah?”
“No— not a chance in hell, Todd.”
but then, Jason’s already taut countenance screws into one of disapproval, of rebelliousness. “You let Dick, don’t you?”
you exhale, both frustrated with his incessant need to bring up your boyfriend while he’s balls deep inside of you and enjoying all the sweet spots he’s hitting when you ride him. rolling your eyes behind closed lids, your tongue scrapes along your lower tier, and you roll your hips, both hands gripping the back of the sofa on either side of his wild, raven tresses. “We’re going to discuss what my boyfriend does inside me right now?”
“Right fucking now.” Jason grumbles, but his head falls back, ocean eyes turned up towards the ceiling and a whispered expletive leaves those plump, killer lips of his. “I want it, too. I want to see my load running down your legs.”
you grit your teeth, but avoid opening your eyes; fearful that to watch him moan would melt you, and you’d give in to what he wanted. “I don’t care,” you pant, half listening, nails biting at the cushion behind his head as you rock your hips back and forth, “fuck, Jason, tell me when.”
but he puffs up, because now is the perfect time to throw a temper tantrum. “No.”
you open your eyes, incredulous, and scoff. “Fine, finish yourself off, asshole.” pushing your palms flush against the expanse of his bare shoulders, you shift your weight to climb off of him.
“I intend to,” he snarls, both hands shooting out to grasp your wrists and anchor them to each side. you gasp, before your brows furrow and you squirm, but Jason sinks deeper into the cushions, legs kicked forward so he can wrap his calves around your soles and pin the tops of your feet to the front of the couch; essentially locking you in place. “And I’m gonna use your cunt like a cheap fleshlight to do it.”
“This isn’t funny,” you warn, arching your back when you strain against his grip, but the vice is too tight, “don’t fucking think about it.”
you know when his teeth sink into the lower, plush counterpart of his mouth, sullying a wicked grin, that you’re in trouble, and his hips jerk upwards, driving his entirety into you with reckless abandon. “Shut up and enjoy it, bitch.” he grunts, squeezing your wrists tight. your back arches and you hiss, eyelids fluttering. it felt fucking good when he took over, fucked you like he hated you, but you didn’t want to tell him that. still, he could tell by the way your brows knit together and you grind your teeth. “You like that? Yeah, you do. Love being ruined like a little slut? I can see it all over your fucking— hng, face!”
if your hands would’ve been free, there’s no guarantee his jaw wouldn’t have been dislocated, but you can do nothing but threaten from your current position. “Fuck you,” you growl, clenching your fists until they’re sore. your breasts bounce wildly with every, fervent thrust as he decimates your body, claims it like it’s useless without him there to fuck it.
“Fuck me?” he mimics you with a nasally whine, scrunching his nose, but it’s hard for him to keep up the mirror, because he’s losing his composure, “Shit, I’m cumming, you ready for it? You’re gonna take it all?”
“Don’t—“
but it’s already too late, because he’s jackhammering into you, panting and moaning like a wild beast out of breath, his jaw hanging slack. his eyes roll back when he finally comes completely unhinged, and his hips stutter. with one, final whimper of your name, he forces himself so deep into your belly that you feel like he’s tearing you apart, and you choke back a strangled cry. you had never felt him this deep, or this cruel. a faint warmth begins to seep into your core and you groan through gritted teeth, staring up at the ceiling. “How’s it feel to be full of my cum?” he’s breathing ragged, chest heaving and you’re floating atop his lap with each inhale, sinking with every exhale. “Good, right? Better than him?”
you take a shallow, weak breath.
“God dammit, Jason.”
Distracted
Pairing - Jason Todd X (F) Reader Words - 1.1K Warnings - SMUT 18+ - Graphic Sexual Content - Oral M!Receiving - Swearing. Notes - I’m in a mood. I’m a little drunk. This hasn’t been edited so if you see any mistakes shush, they’re totally not there. Also, I love you 💕
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You don’t know how he does it.
How he can make you twist your fingers around the sharpened edge of distracted. Sink neck deep into something desperate, something hungry.
You would have thought that you’d get this way from seeing him in action, from watching him use all his perfect strength and intellect to protect those who need it.
But for fucks sake, he’s sat on the sofa reading, and you want to sink your teeth into his jugular and never let go.
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18+ only = *
One Shots
Your Love is a Riptide -
He’s always been clever, smart mouth and an even smarter mind. That quick, blinding spark inside his chest making everything dim in comparison. He’s almost electric, a raw flash of lightning in your hands. All blue and bright and powerful.
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Asks/Drabbles -
Being a brat w/Dick Grayson *
Thoughts of Dick in an all black suit *
Elaboration on NSFW text post *
Verbally teasing Dick Grayson *
(F) Receiving Oral w/Dick Grayson *
Choking w/Dick Grayson*
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One Shots
We are Horrible *- (Arkham Knight X RedRoom!Reader)
You’ve heard the stories from those who laid witness to his calculated rage, you don’t ever want to be on the receiving end of that endless wrath.
There’s something uneasy kicking awake in your stomach.
The Arkham Knight is downright terrifying.
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Half My Soul *- (Jason Todd X Reader)
His eyes are greedy and he takes you in with measured appreciation, blood thrumming hot through his veins.
You’re in your underwear, wearing one of his worn shirts–the black one with the hole in the side.
With a pair of his holsters strapped around your bare thighs.
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Distracted *- (Jason Todd X Reader)
Nimble fingers hook into the elastic waistband of his grey sweatpants and Jason quickly stops playing with your hair.
“What are you up to, baby?” He asks, there’s an accusatory note lacing his words and you fight to keep the self satisfied smirk from your face, even though you know he can’t see it.
“Shh, go back to reading your book, Jay.” You answer, voice thick, heated. “I jus’ want to take care of you, that’s all.”
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Tell me a Secret - (Jason Todd X Reader)
Your body sways to the left, unbalanced, landing somewhere between drunk and weightless. Gravity doesn’t apply and if you close your eyes, you can almost imagine you’re floating, spiralling too close to the sun.
If you reach out, you’ll burn the prints right from your fingers.
“Tell me a secret.” Jason breathes, warm fingers sliding from the inside of your wrist to your elbow. His touch almost burns, makes your skin prickle in the same way it does when there’s a storm outside, when the lightning strikes above your head and rains down nothing but static. “Something no one else knows.”
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I’ll Prove It *- (Jason Todd X Reader)
It feels disloyal, maybe even dirty that you want to ask, want to put the words out into the judgemental face of the world. Part of you is prepared to weld your mouth shut, prepared to twist the question into something less revealing, less shameful.
But you need to know.
If you don’t ask now, you worry that you’ll never gain the courage to do it again.
“Jay.” You say, and try to ignore the heat rushing up your neck. “Would you enjoy giving your partner oral?”
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Asks/Drabbles -
Cockwarming with AK!Jason *
Breeding Kink w/Jason Todd *
Friends with Benefits w/Jason Todd thoughts *
Thigh Riding w/Jason Todd *
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On-Going -
Quiet Realisations (Jason Todd X Reader // Friends to Lovers)
Not for the first time you wish he knew, wish you could open your mouth and let the truth come out. Doesn’t he know? You want to cry. Doesn’t he know that this thing in your chest is forever? That it’s eternal?
That it’s his?
Part One Part Two
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On-Going -
Dickpic!Jason x Reader * (Jason Todd X Reader // Idiot Best Friends to Lovers)
Sent an unsolicited dick pic from a man you went on a date with a few days ago, Jason Todd takes it upon himself to send one back. Unknowingly kickstarting the realisation that even though he’s your best friend, you can’t stop thinking about how big he is and how much your feelings have progressed since you first met.
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Jason’s Lessons
Relationship: Jason Todd/Reader
Genre: Smut
Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15834393
Summary: Reader is super curious about sex, so she goes to Jason for help. Jason is more than happy to comply.
Note: This took me WAY longer than it should have. I felt bad for taking so long with this, but I kept on writing and deleting pages, and then writing again. I decided if it isn’t my best, then I will not publish it, because all of you guys deserve the best that I can give. Love ya’ll! Hope you enjoy it
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Saturday Drabbles
Jason Todd/Reader
Smut:
Jason, Not Him
She Asked Me To
Say My Name
Stay Away
Don’t Call Me That Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3
Pseudo-Incest Smut:
Baby Bird
Website of Iniquity
Whimpers
Working Out A Sweat
Put Your Helmet On
Blushes
Still Blushing
Happy Birthday
Jason’s Lessons
White Christmas
Baby Bird - Rewrite
Fluff:
Ba-bump
This dude is so annoying
Ouch
Crack:
Climacophilia
Something Longer:
Jason’s dick
Red Who?
Chapter 1 - Bath Salts
Chapter 2 - Like A Tarantino Film
Chapter 3 - A Need For Waterproof Makeup
Chapter 4 - Saved Contacts
Chapter 5 - The Metro Line
Chapter 6 - Safe Haven
Chapter 7 - Queasy
Chapter 8 - Absence
Chapter 9 - 5 Things
Chapter 10 - Crunch
Chapter 11 - Fireworks/Gunpowder
Chapter 12 - The Dark King
Chapter 13 - Alone Again
Chapter 14 - A Different Point of View
Dick Grayson/Reader
Pseudo-Incest Smut:
I Need You
Smut:
Say My Name
She Asked Me To
Fluff:
Metro Encounters
Tim Drake/Reader
Fluff:
Metro Encounters
Somniloquy
Smut:
Red Robin Yum
Giving them a bj in public
Characters: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson + Jason Todd
The way I don't trust my nsfw posts, bro I need confidence lol
•Bruce keeps his cool so well that unless you're the one giving him a blowjob under the desk, you won't notice something strange is going on.
His face and way of speaking is the same, the old Bruce Wayne that everyone loves and respects, but dude, this man is guiding you to be able to come. I find it amusing to think that if a sound were to escape you, he would move his hip to shut you up with his cock.
•Dick can keep a calm face and despite the fact that the change in his voice is slight (somewhat more airy, as if he were speaking after having been running, in addition to the fact that sometimes a moan or other can escape) and that he finds himself somewhat distracted, he can pretend that you are not sucking his cock so well that he's about to see stars.
The trick is to grab your hair in his fist and squeeze it tight, it's the only way he has to stay calm. When the person is gone, he can relax a little more and let you do your magic, maybe will push your head a little when the pleasure is too much.
•Jason ... well, he doesn't pretend very well. You can tell that something is wrong with him by the "anger" in his voice, since it is the easiest way to suppress the moans and whimpers that they struggle so much to get out (which is not much use anyway) Besides, Jason will not pay attention to whatever the other person is saying because his attention is on you and the pleasure you are giving him, therefore, he tend to lose the thread of the conversation very quickly.
There will come a point that the pleasure will be so much that he will not be able to take much more and he will end up putting his hands on your head and fucking your mouth.
Bonus:
It's funny to me to imagine Jason with the Arkham Knight suit on making you suck his cock in front of some of the militia or at least close by so that they know what is happening, since he found out that some of his Men had said dirty things about you and he wanted to let them know that the only one who could have you was him.
I honestly think this would suit yandere! Arkahm Knight.
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As Yanderes’ Universe
The Batboys Growing Up as Yanderes’: Completed
Bruce Wayne
Dick Grayson
Jason Todd
Tim Drake
Damian Wayne
Terry McGinnis
Extras
Jason Todd
When You Lose Something You Can’t Replace
Tim Drake
To Keep You Safe
Alfred Pennyworth
She’d Be Proud
Superfam as Yanderes:
Clark Kent
Jon Kent
Conner Kent
Kara
I’M IN LOVE WITH A CRIMINAL ?!
ᡴꪫ summary . the rivaling rich billionaire's princess mingling with gotham terrorizer. what a headline for vicki vale.
ᡴꪫ includes? . red hood!jason, sionis!reader, rich girl life!reader, smutttttt, p-i-v intc*urse, cheesy but heartwarming relationship behavior, uhhh idk just read ho <3
"this is vicki vale reporting in Gotham News headquarters. Next story, Sionis' daughter involved with the enemy? Pictures caught the infamous Red Hood visiting on her balcony. is he using her for information? making her betray her own father?"
you turn the television down to hear your livid father on your phone. "my own daughter engaging with the enemy! i can't believe you!" you thought his voice couldn't get any louder but his tone conveyed his anger. "yes. yes, father. i know, I'm sorry."
you pace back and forth in your living room as the enemy has a smirk on his face, manspreading on the couch your father bought for you. your ear would be spared if it wasn't for the meddling crummy press. the red hood was a tantalizing human. getting what he wanted with his natural charm.
but you made it known that you knew nothing about your father's plan with his illegal weapons trade. you were just benefiting from the money he racked up.
"sorry, i gotta go." you end the call, dropping your phone on the coffee table. "geez," you card your hand through your hair, letting out a deep breath. "this what you wanted? for all of Gotham to know what i do in my free time?" his eyes rake up and down your body. "sorry princess, i thought i was bein' discreet with us." his smirk widens as his eyes halt at your hips.
"my father will be down my throat with this." you stand in front of him, hands of your hips. "come on. pretty. you're a grown woman. what's your daddy gonna do? stop you from seeing me?" amidst his sentence, his large hands rest on your waist, pulling you on his lap.
you roll your eyes. "you wanna throw me away for some dumbasses' opinion? i thought we had something. you wound me." he puts his hand up to his heart, feigning pain.
"look." you adjust yourself on his lap, earning a groan from his lips. "if we want to continue this, you're gonna have to do something with your appearance."
"you think i'm ugly?"
"no!" you swat at his chest. "i mean you can't keep coming to my place as red hood." his lips lock onto your neck, taking nips at your soft skin from time to time.
"jason, are you even listening to me?" you sigh. but not in anger, more as in a relief of pent-up tension. "yeah, ma. change up my appearance." he lets go of your neck with an exaggerated pop.
"good," his face lines up with yours as you both smile. in a flurry, you both are fighting for dominance on your couch. "come on, princess. you know you're gonna lose." he chuckles, pinning you down.
"come onn!" you whine. he laughs at your defeat, sitting on top of you. "who needs a shirt anyways?" he shrugs, lifting your shirt over your head, revealing your dark red bralette. "oh, i missed my girls." he jiggles your breasts. "jason, quit it!" you laugh. "what? i can't show them any love?" he stuffs his face in your cleavage, shaking his head. his stubble tinkles your skin, something you'll never miss. "okay, that's enough." you weakly push him off you.
his next target was your shorts, sliding them and your panties off, leaving you only in your bralette. "you shaved." he teases. "when do i not?" you send a calf into his side, an 'oof' coming out of him. "play nice, girl." his hands slip in between your thighs, fingertips gliding down your cunt. "fuckin' soaked." he chuckles under his breath. two of his fingers curl into you, something you'll never get used to.
the sounds of your slick sliding in and out of you brought a wide grin to his face. "think she's talkin' to me, baby." he groans, fastening his pace. "mm," you arch your back up a bit, unknowingly giving him more space for his fingers to fill.
"think your ready, baby?" he looks at you, tapping you on your cheek when you don't respond, too fucked out in ecstasy. "fuck-yes." he felt your cunt flutter around his digits, knowing that you wanted more.
without another word, jason moves out of his jeans and boxers, his cock springing free. a few dribbles of precum slip out from his slit, slowly sliding down his shaft. he pumps himself a few times before lining his tip up with your wanting hole. "ready?" you nod.
that's one thing you loved about him. he was always cautious if you were ready or not. he slowly pushes himself into you, letting you adjust to his size again. "fuck, baby." he groans, closing his eyes. after some time of sitting still, he thrusts into you, gradually getting faster. "oh god." he holds onto the armrest above your head for support.
you open your eyes, seeing his handsome face above you. from the array of scars on his face, the white fluff of hair, to the hook of his nose. he was the most beautiful thing you had ever saw.
he takes one of your legs and places it on your shoulder, giving him a better angle. "oh my-" your eyes rolling to the back of your skull, the pleasure becoming unbearable. unmeasurable. "please." you didn't even know what you were begging for, you just were. maybe for him to quicken or to go a little easier on you. you couldn't put your finger on it. but you knew it boosted his ego. "please what, princess?" he looks down, emerald eyes boring into yours. "fuck me." you say just over a whisper.
the last bit you restraint he had went away as his hips began to slam into yours. "god!" he grunts, looking down at where you two meet. he loved watching you take him. a beautiful scene that only he could see.
the band on your stomach was only one string away from breaking before your orgasm would wash over you. and from the way jason was fervorently thrusting inside of you, you could tell that he was chasing his own orgasm.
"come with me, baby." he slaps your hip, making you jolt. you bite your lip, your walls pulsing around his length. all the more signs to tell him that you came. his warm load painted your walls, emitting a sigh from you both.
the both of you sit in silence, catching your breath and relaying the moments that just happened. "how about i get rid of that 'sionis' name and make you a 'todd'?"
🔞 Dick Grayson x reader| Minors DNI| NSFW WARNING!!! 🔞
You and Dick make out in your camper after his hero shift ended
Contents: Dick x Fem! reader-both adult-explicit content-crampie-moaning-consensual-smut-cumming-hard-cussing-l'ots of pet names by Dick-cute-fluff-aftercare-affirmation by Dick-body talk-reader is insecure about their appearnces/body
I'm no english native so sorry for some mistakes
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P.s: uhhh now i write for DC too i guess? ╮(￣▽￣)╭ i just write what cames in my mind,it's not good but i try ahaha (-ヮ-"")
it's my first time writing him especially NSFW so i'm like ahhhhh
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Dick shushes you as quietly as he can, trying to keep you both as silent as possible. The trailer is small, the thin walls practically paper-thin. It’s not just the two of you in the trailer park, there are plenty of other people around as well. Anyone can hear you if you’re too loud.
“Keep it down” he murmurs before capturing your lips with his own again, his hands roaming your body. You moaned in his mouth as you felt him burying inside you.
Dick groans as your body clenches around him, the sound being buried by your own moan against his lips. He tries to keep you quiet by muffling your sounds with his own mouth, his teeth nipping at your lip as he begins to move, setting a quick and eager pace. It’s been so long since he’s had the time to be alone with you, the last thing he wants to do is wait.
“Stay quiet, darling, don’t want to get caught” he murmurs against your skin, his lips trailing down the column of your neck.
You moaned in response,gripping his shoulders biting down on his skin to muffled them
Dick’s lips fall away from your neck, letting out a sharp hiss as you bite his skin. It hurts, but in the best way possible. He’s always loved the way you mark his skin. The way you claim him as your own.
“Darling” he breathes, a warning in his voice as he continues to move, hips rocking against yours quickly. Even with the warning, he’ll never make you stop. “Please, bite me again.”
As Dick found your g spot you melted allowing him to go deeper as you bited his shoulder harder "ff..fuck oh f..fuck god" you mewled
Dick groaned as you bit into his shoulder, your reaction driving him to move harder and faster. He knows exactly how to please you, and exactly how to make you fall apart.
“That’s it” he murmurs, his fingers digging into your hips. He’s careful to make sure the mark won’t be visible with his suit later. “That’s it—such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”
Dick keeps your wrists pinned on either side of your head, keeping you locked in place in the mating position. “Don’t move, darling” he murmurs, his voice firm. He’s in control right now, keeping you locked to the bed as he moves.
He leans down, his lips finding your ear once again. “You know better than to disobey.”
Desperate moans lifted your lips,sweat running down your face,eyes closed and mouth open
“God, you’re so perfect like this” he breathes in your ear as he moves. “So pretty, all for me.”
Dick releases one of your wrists to reach down, his hand moving between your bodies. He circles his fingers over the bundle of nerves, wanting to send you over the edge again. “Come on, darling, can you come for me again? Just like that.”
Dick knew you were close, he could hear it. He loved to hear the beautiful sounds you made as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge. “That’s it, darling, just like that” he coos, his lips returning to your neck. “Be a good girl and come for me.”
You mewled moaning "ah ah D..dick.." you whined as your pussy clenched around his cock
“Good girl, come on” he repeated, encouraging you as he continued to drive into you, his fingers working over your clit. The praises leave his lips effortlessly, falling over and over as he works you over. “That’s it, darling, come for me. Let me hear those pretty sounds of yours"
"N..not the c..clit mhn" you whined pouting as your cunt made wet sounds "mhn not f..fair" you moaned again
Dick smirked, his smirk pressed against your skin. He loved to tease you like this, to take you to the edge and leave you there. “What was that, darling?” he muses, his voice low and his breath warm. “You don’t like when I do that?”
He circles his fingers over your clit in the same exact motion, drawing another whimper from you. “Not fair?” he repeats back, his lips still against your skin. “Why’s that?”
You cried out moaning mewling moaning faster the combination of his fingers and his cock made you see starts "mhnn n…not f..air…g..gonna come" you moaned desperately
Dick smiled, relishing in the way your body reacts to his touch. The way your legs would shake, how you’d whine and whimper, the perfect little sounds you made. All because of him. “Yes you will, darling, come on” he coos as he keeps his fingers moving in the same pattern. “I know you can do it, come for me like a good girl. That’s it, that’s it, so pretty”
Plop sounds filled the room along your moans "Ah ahn" He hitted your g spot again melting you "c..coming..hamn"
Dick groaned as your body began to fall apart, clenching around him. He could feel how close you were, in the arch of your back, the way your breaths hitched, the way you kept repeating his name like a prayer.
“That’s it” he encouraged, his fingers moving faster. “Come for me, darling, you’re so beautiful, come for me” Dick held you close as the orgasm washed over you, your body shaking as you came around him. He continued to move, working you through the intense pleasure. “That’s it, darling, so good for me” he breathed, his own breath catching as he began to get close himself. “Don’t...don’t stop” he repeated, his voice growing more breathless as he chased his own climax. “Keep going, don’t stop” he repeated urgently. “Stay just like that, just like that—“
His words were cut off as he finally came, burying himself as deep as he could and letting out a strangled cry , his hips stilling and his body shaking. He held you tight against him as he tried to catch his breath, his head falling to your shoulder. “Fuck” he panted softly, his voice muffled against your skin. “You’re so perfect, darling, so perfect.”
He slowly pulled out, shifting to lay on the bed beside you, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you into him. He held you close, holding you against his chest as he tried to catch his breath.
“You alright?“ he asked after a moment, tilting your chin up to look at him. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, his thumb rubbing against your cheek. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?“
He knew he had a tendency to get carried away and lose control sometimes, especially when it came to you. He was always so worried about doing something that would hurt you. Whether it be physically or emotionally — he wanted to make sure you were okay.
"no,it was good" you purred snuggling on his chest
Dick smiled, his arm wrapping around you a little tighter as you snuggled up against him. He loved the feeling of having you in his arms like this, so soft and warm and safe.
“Good” he murmured, pressing another kiss to your hair as he began to run his fingers through the strands soothingly. “I was worried I might’ve gotten a little carried away there in the end.”
Dick held you closer, pulling the covers up over the two of you. He rested his chin on the top of your head as he continued to run his fingers through your hair, gently massaging your scalp.
He could stay like this forever. Wrapped up in bed with you, alone and carefree. If he had his way, you’d never have to leave his arms.
He knew he shouldn’t be getting so attached. Dick was a superhero, and the life that came with being a vigilante didn’t allow for things like relationships. But he couldn’t help how he felt about you. With you, it was different. You made him want to throw caution to the wind, and just be with you.
But he knew he couldn’t. He had responsibilities, duties that came before his own happiness. He couldn’t bring you into that world. It was too dangerous. You’d only get hurt.
He held you a little tighter, his mind swirling with thoughts as he tried desperately to shake them away. He couldn’t let himself dwell on the ‘what ifs’. Not now. Not when he had you here with him.
Dick closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling of your body curled up against him. The sound of your breaths, the feeling of your hair under his fingers, the warmth of your skin. All of it was so perfect, he couldn’t let himself ruin it now by overthinking everything.
He was determined to push those thoughts from his mind and just enjoy this moment with you. You were here now, and that’s all that mattered. Nothing else. Just him and you, here in this moment.
He pressed another kiss to the top of your head, his arm wrapping a little tighter around you. “I love you” he murmured softly. “You know that, right?” "Me too pumpkin" you cooed again kissing his neck snuggling "so much"
Dick smiled, his heart fluttering in his chest as you kissed his neck. He loved it when you called him things like that, little pet names and cutesy phrases. It always made him feel so special, so cared for.
He held you a little tighter, his arms encircling you and holding you against him like he never wanted to let go. “I don’t deserve you” he murmured, his voice quiet. “You’re too good for me, you know that?”
“You could do so much better than me” he continued, his thumb tracing small circles against your shoulder. “You deserve the world. And I just…I’m just a guy. A guy with a dangerous job, and a lot of baggage.” "Stop that bullshit pumpkin,you protect the city,the innocents and that's all i need to know" you purred
Dick couldn’t help but smile slightly. You always seemed to know exactly what to say to make him feel better.
“Yeah, but I don’t exactly have, y’know, a stable job” he countered, his voice still quiet. “I don’t have a lot of money. I’m always putting myself in danger. I could get hurt at any moment. And I’m barely even here at the apartment half the time.”
"I don't care as long as we have eachother,afterall love can conquer all" you replied pepper kissing his cheek before biting it playfully
Dick chuckled, the sound low and deep. He couldn’t stay serious too long when you were being so damn cute.
“You know, most people would run for the hills if they found out their boyfriend was a superhero” he said, his hands roaming your body. “I’m surprised you’re not scared off by it, darling. I’m not exactly normal.”
"You're the damn Nightwing,Dick,super famous and all, i should be the one saying that,i'm just a normal woman with well illustration job and drawing stuff" you chuckled
“Just a normal woman” Dick repeated, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, sure. The most beautiful woman alive, with the most caring heart, and insanely talented at art. Yeah, just normal.”
"Well im not pretty first of all,i'm not that good looking ass blonde uh women you see around,i'm chubby and wears sweaters or sporty clothes"
“And I don’t want one of those blonde fake girls” Dick countered, pulling you a little closer to him. “I want you. The real you. You’re perfect the way you are, darling. I don’t want some fake girl with the big butt and perfect body. I want someone real. I want you.”
“Besides, I like that you wear oversized sweaters” he added, gently running his fingers over your sides. “They’re cute. And it means when I take them off of you” he teased, his voice growing quieter “it’s all the more satisfying.”
“I love how soft you are” he murmured, his hands roaming your body. “How curvy you are, how soft and warm you are. You’re perfect, darling, so perfect. I don’t want you to feel like you’re not good enough because you’re not what society’s version of ‘perfect.’ You’re good enough. You’re more than good enough. You’re everything, darling.”
He knew you would argue with him on it. He knew you would try to put yourself down, to focus on all the things you viewed as flaws. But he wasn’t going to let you do that. He loved everything about you, your body, your mind, your heart. Every part of you was perfect to him. “You’re beautiful, darling” he repeated, his hands tracing over your curves. “And I’m going to repeat it as many times as I need to until you believe it. Got it?”
“Yeah, yeah” you mumbled, nuzzling your head into his chest. He could feel the heat rising in your cheeks as he showered you with compliments. You still weren’t used to being complimented so much, but you were getting better at accepting them.
“Don’t think you’re off the hook yet” Dick teased, pulling you closer. “If you start to put yourself down again, I’m just going to keep repeating how perfect you are, over and over. Even when you get sick of hearing it, I’m not gonna stop. So you better get used to it, darling.”
He planted a gentle kiss to the top of your head, his hands moving to rest on your hips. He loved being here with you like this, holding you close and hearing the sound of your soft breaths. It was a moment of peace and serenity in the chaos of his life.
“Get some sleep, yeah?” he murmured, his fingers tracing small circles against your skin. “You need rest. You’ve been working yourself too hard again, I can tell.”
He knew you had a habit of overworking yourself, especially with deadlines. You always tried to do too much, give too much, push yourself too hard. He was worried about you, but he knew you were stubborn and would try to brush it off if he mentioned it.
“And no more working late” he added, his voice a little firmer. “I swear if I have to wake up to an empty bed again, I’m going to tie you to the bed and not let you up for a week. Understood?”
He smirked as he felt you shiver slightly, your body reacting to his command. He knew you liked it when he was a little dominant, when he took charge and told you what to do. It always got a reaction out of you that he loved to see.
“That got your attention” he teased, his tone still firm. “No more working late, darling. I mean it. That means no more all-nighters at the office, and no more working in your room at three in the morning. Got it?”
He felt you nod against his chest, your head rubbing against his skin. “Yes, Sir” you mumbled, your voice quiet and slightly submissive. It sent a shudder down his spine when you called him that, a reminder of just how much control he had over you right now.
“Good girl” he purred, his hands continuing to roam your body. “You listen to me, understand? I don’t want you working yourself too hard. I worry about you, darling. You need to look after yourself better.”
🔞 Dick Grayson x reader| Minors DNI| NSFW WARNING!!! 🔞
You and Dick make out in your camper after his hero shift ended
Contents: Dick x Fem! reader-both adult-explicit content-crampie-moaning-consensual-smut-cumming-hard-cussing-l'ots of pet names by Dick-cute-fluff-aftercare-affirmation by Dick-body talk-reader is insecure about their appearnces/body
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Dick shushes you as quietly as he can, trying to keep you both as silent as possible. The trailer is small, the thin walls practically paper-thin. It’s not just the two of you in the trailer park, there are plenty of other people around as well. Anyone can hear you if you’re too loud.
“Keep it down” he murmurs before capturing your lips with his own again, his hands roaming your body. You moaned in his mouth as you felt him burying inside you.
Dick groans as your body clenches around him, the sound being buried by your own moan against his lips. He tries to keep you quiet by muffling your sounds with his own mouth, his teeth nipping at your lip as he begins to move, setting a quick and eager pace. It’s been so long since he’s had the time to be alone with you, the last thing he wants to do is wait.
“Stay quiet, darling, don’t want to get caught” he murmurs against your skin, his lips trailing down the column of your neck.
You moaned in response,gripping his shoulders biting down on his skin to muffled them
Dick’s lips fall away from your neck, letting out a sharp hiss as you bite his skin. It hurts, but in the best way possible. He’s always loved the way you mark his skin. The way you claim him as your own.
“Darling” he breathes, a warning in his voice as he continues to move, hips rocking against yours quickly. Even with the warning, he’ll never make you stop. “Please, bite me again.”
As Dick found your g spot you melted allowing him to go deeper as you bited his shoulder harder "ff..fuck oh f..fuck god" you mewled
Dick groaned as you bit into his shoulder, your reaction driving him to move harder and faster. He knows exactly how to please you, and exactly how to make you fall apart.
“That’s it” he murmurs, his fingers digging into your hips. He’s careful to make sure the mark won’t be visible with his suit later. “That’s it—such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”
Dick keeps your wrists pinned on either side of your head, keeping you locked in place in the mating position. “Don’t move, darling” he murmurs, his voice firm. He’s in control right now, keeping you locked to the bed as he moves.
He leans down, his lips finding your ear once again. “You know better than to disobey.”
Desperate moans lifted your lips,sweat running down your face,eyes closed and mouth open
“God, you’re so perfect like this” he breathes in your ear as he moves. “So pretty, all for me.”
Dick releases one of your wrists to reach down, his hand moving between your bodies. He circles his fingers over the bundle of nerves, wanting to send you over the edge again. “Come on, darling, can you come for me again? Just like that.”
Dick knew you were close, he could hear it. He loved to hear the beautiful sounds you made as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge. “That’s it, darling, just like that” he coos, his lips returning to your neck. “Be a good girl and come for me.”
You mewled moaning "ah ah D..dick.." you whined as your pussy clenched around his cock
“Good girl, come on” he repeated, encouraging you as he continued to drive into you, his fingers working over your clit. The praises leave his lips effortlessly, falling over and over as he works you over. “That’s it, darling, come for me. Let me hear those pretty sounds of yours"
"N..not the c..clit mhn" you whined pouting as your cunt made wet sounds "mhn not f..fair" you moaned again
Dick smirked, his smirk pressed against your skin. He loved to tease you like this, to take you to the edge and leave you there. “What was that, darling?” he muses, his voice low and his breath warm. “You don’t like when I do that?”
He circles his fingers over your clit in the same exact motion, drawing another whimper from you. “Not fair?” he repeats back, his lips still against your skin. “Why’s that?”
You cried out moaning mewling moaning faster the combination of his fingers and his cock made you see starts "mhnn n…not f..air…g..gonna come" you moaned desperately
Dick smiled, relishing in the way your body reacts to his touch. The way your legs would shake, how you’d whine and whimper, the perfect little sounds you made. All because of him. “Yes you will, darling, come on” he coos as he keeps his fingers moving in the same pattern. “I know you can do it, come for me like a good girl. That’s it, that’s it, so pretty”
Plop sounds filled the room along your moans "Ah ahn" He hitted your g spot again melting you "c..coming..hamn"
Dick groaned as your body began to fall apart, clenching around him. He could feel how close you were, in the arch of your back, the way your breaths hitched, the way you kept repeating his name like a prayer.
“That’s it” he encouraged, his fingers moving faster. “Come for me, darling, you’re so beautiful, come for me” Dick held you close as the orgasm washed over you, your body shaking as you came around him. He continued to move, working you through the intense pleasure. “That’s it, darling, so good for me” he breathed, his own breath catching as he began to get close himself. “Don’t...don’t stop” he repeated, his voice growing more breathless as he chased his own climax. “Keep going, don’t stop” he repeated urgently. “Stay just like that, just like that—“
His words were cut off as he finally came, burying himself as deep as he could and letting out a strangled cry , his hips stilling and his body shaking. He held you tight against him as he tried to catch his breath, his head falling to your shoulder. “Fuck” he panted softly, his voice muffled against your skin. “You’re so perfect, darling, so perfect.”
He slowly pulled out, shifting to lay on the bed beside you, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you into him. He held you close, holding you against his chest as he tried to catch his breath.
“You alright?“ he asked after a moment, tilting your chin up to look at him. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, his thumb rubbing against your cheek. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?“
He knew he had a tendency to get carried away and lose control sometimes, especially when it came to you. He was always so worried about doing something that would hurt you. Whether it be physically or emotionally — he wanted to make sure you were okay.
"no,it was good" you purred snuggling on his chest
Dick smiled, his arm wrapping around you a little tighter as you snuggled up against him. He loved the feeling of having you in his arms like this, so soft and warm and safe.
“Good” he murmured, pressing another kiss to your hair as he began to run his fingers through the strands soothingly. “I was worried I might’ve gotten a little carried away there in the end.”
Dick held you closer, pulling the covers up over the two of you. He rested his chin on the top of your head as he continued to run his fingers through your hair, gently massaging your scalp.
He could stay like this forever. Wrapped up in bed with you, alone and carefree. If he had his way, you’d never have to leave his arms.
He knew he shouldn’t be getting so attached. Dick was a superhero, and the life that came with being a vigilante didn’t allow for things like relationships. But he couldn’t help how he felt about you. With you, it was different. You made him want to throw caution to the wind, and just be with you.
But he knew he couldn’t. He had responsibilities, duties that came before his own happiness. He couldn’t bring you into that world. It was too dangerous. You’d only get hurt.
He held you a little tighter, his mind swirling with thoughts as he tried desperately to shake them away. He couldn’t let himself dwell on the ‘what ifs’. Not now. Not when he had you here with him.
Dick closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling of your body curled up against him. The sound of your breaths, the feeling of your hair under his fingers, the warmth of your skin. All of it was so perfect, he couldn’t let himself ruin it now by overthinking everything.
He was determined to push those thoughts from his mind and just enjoy this moment with you. You were here now, and that’s all that mattered. Nothing else. Just him and you, here in this moment.
He pressed another kiss to the top of your head, his arm wrapping a little tighter around you. “I love you” he murmured softly. “You know that, right?” "Me too pumpkin" you cooed again kissing his neck snuggling "so much"
Dick smiled, his heart fluttering in his chest as you kissed his neck. He loved it when you called him things like that, little pet names and cutesy phrases. It always made him feel so special, so cared for.
He held you a little tighter, his arms encircling you and holding you against him like he never wanted to let go. “I don’t deserve you” he murmured, his voice quiet. “You’re too good for me, you know that?”
“You could do so much better than me” he continued, his thumb tracing small circles against your shoulder. “You deserve the world. And I just…I’m just a guy. A guy with a dangerous job, and a lot of baggage.” "Stop that bullshit pumpkin,you protect the city,the innocents and that's all i need to know" you purred
Dick couldn’t help but smile slightly. You always seemed to know exactly what to say to make him feel better.
“Yeah, but I don’t exactly have, y’know, a stable job” he countered, his voice still quiet. “I don’t have a lot of money. I’m always putting myself in danger. I could get hurt at any moment. And I’m barely even here at the apartment half the time.”
"I don't care as long as we have eachother,afterall love can conquer all" you replied pepper kissing his cheek before biting it playfully
Dick chuckled, the sound low and deep. He couldn’t stay serious too long when you were being so damn cute.
“You know, most people would run for the hills if they found out their boyfriend was a superhero” he said, his hands roaming your body. “I’m surprised you’re not scared off by it, darling. I’m not exactly normal.”
"You're the damn Nightwing,Dick,super famous and all, i should be the one saying that,i'm just a normal woman with well illustration job and drawing stuff" you chuckled
“Just a normal woman” Dick repeated, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, sure. The most beautiful woman alive, with the most caring heart, and insanely talented at art. Yeah, just normal.”
"Well im not pretty first of all,i'm not that good looking ass blonde uh women you see around,i'm chubby and wears sweaters or sporty clothes"
“And I don’t want one of those blonde fake girls” Dick countered, pulling you a little closer to him. “I want you. The real you. You’re perfect the way you are, darling. I don’t want some fake girl with the big butt and perfect body. I want someone real. I want you.”
“Besides, I like that you wear oversized sweaters” he added, gently running his fingers over your sides. “They’re cute. And it means when I take them off of you” he teased, his voice growing quieter “it’s all the more satisfying.”
“I love how soft you are” he murmured, his hands roaming your body. “How curvy you are, how soft and warm you are. You’re perfect, darling, so perfect. I don’t want you to feel like you’re not good enough because you’re not what society’s version of ‘perfect.’ You’re good enough. You’re more than good enough. You’re everything, darling.”
He knew you would argue with him on it. He knew you would try to put yourself down, to focus on all the things you viewed as flaws. But he wasn’t going to let you do that. He loved everything about you, your body, your mind, your heart. Every part of you was perfect to him. “You’re beautiful, darling” he repeated, his hands tracing over your curves. “And I’m going to repeat it as many times as I need to until you believe it. Got it?”
“Yeah, yeah” you mumbled, nuzzling your head into his chest. He could feel the heat rising in your cheeks as he showered you with compliments. You still weren’t used to being complimented so much, but you were getting better at accepting them.
“Don’t think you’re off the hook yet” Dick teased, pulling you closer. “If you start to put yourself down again, I’m just going to keep repeating how perfect you are, over and over. Even when you get sick of hearing it, I’m not gonna stop. So you better get used to it, darling.”
He planted a gentle kiss to the top of your head, his hands moving to rest on your hips. He loved being here with you like this, holding you close and hearing the sound of your soft breaths. It was a moment of peace and serenity in the chaos of his life.
“Get some sleep, yeah?” he murmured, his fingers tracing small circles against your skin. “You need rest. You’ve been working yourself too hard again, I can tell.”
He knew you had a habit of overworking yourself, especially with deadlines. You always tried to do too much, give too much, push yourself too hard. He was worried about you, but he knew you were stubborn and would try to brush it off if he mentioned it.
“And no more working late” he added, his voice a little firmer. “I swear if I have to wake up to an empty bed again, I’m going to tie you to the bed and not let you up for a week. Understood?”
He smirked as he felt you shiver slightly, your body reacting to his command. He knew you liked it when he was a little dominant, when he took charge and told you what to do. It always got a reaction out of you that he loved to see.
“That got your attention” he teased, his tone still firm. “No more working late, darling. I mean it. That means no more all-nighters at the office, and no more working in your room at three in the morning. Got it?”
He felt you nod against his chest, your head rubbing against his skin. “Yes, Sir” you mumbled, your voice quiet and slightly submissive. It sent a shudder down his spine when you called him that, a reminder of just how much control he had over you right now.
“Good girl” he purred, his hands continuing to roam your body. “You listen to me, understand? I don’t want you working yourself too hard. I worry about you, darling. You need to look after yourself better.”
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⭓ this post contains sexual content and is not suitable for minors. special shoutout to @janybabyy for helping me edit this monstrosity. reader is a member of the titans, afab, uses she/her pronouns, and has an established friendship with dick.
Dick's arm is draped around your waist, holding your body close while his enchanting laughter rings in your ear, reacting to a story being told by the other couple sharing the elevator.
"I'm telling the truth! Swear on my life, he actually said that!" The man across from you says, grinning and chuckling. A soft ding grabs your attention, and you clear your throat, looking up at Dick with a soft smile.
"Well, this is our floor. We'll see you in the morning!" You promise, letting Dick pick up your suitcase for you and lead the way. You make your way down the hallway, reading the room numbers as you get closer to the one the receptionist scribbled on your key card. You feel exhausted, and after a long day of pretending to be a happy couple with your teammate, you're happy that it's finally time to rest. You retrieve the room key from your pocket when you finally reach your door, and open it wide for Dick so he can carry your bags in.
You flick the light switch on, taking in the cheap carpeting, generic artwork, and a single queen bed centered on the far wall. "Um... Dick?"
"Hm?" He turns to you, looking just as tired as you feel, no longer fronting as an excited newly-wed. "What is it?"
"Didn't you request a room with two beds?"
His bright blue eyes dart to the singular bed, shoulders slumping in defeat when he realizes there was a mix up in your reservation. "Shit. Lemme call the front desk."
"They're probably full," you comment, letting yourself fall into one of the chairs by the window, sinking down with a tired sigh and kicking off your heels, "Between the convention and the concert this weekend, I'll be shocked if they have any other rooms free."
Dick ignores you, setting down your luggage and walking over to the corded phone on the bedside table. He picks up the receiver, punches the button for guest services, and waits patiently for them to answer. You take a deep breath, relaxing and letting your mind wander as he speaks with the operator, who confirms that there are no more rooms available.
Dick hangs up the phone with a grumble, glancing behind him to look at you.
"Told you so." You chide, a playful grin on your lips.
"I'm sorry," Dick plops himself down on the side of the bed and groans. "There isn't even a pull-out couch."
"We'll be fine," You tell him dismissively, yawning and stretching your hands over your head, "It's only a few nights."
"I can sleep on the floor if you'd be more comfortable that way," He offers, rubbing his eyes.
"As long as you keep your hands to yourself, we'll be fine."
The first night you share a bed, Dick does keep his hands to himself. You're both so exhausted that you fall into a deep sleep almost immediately, making your proximity less awkward. You toss and turn here and there, but otherwise, the night goes on without issue.
The second night is another story.
After another long day of working undercover as newlyweds attending a couples conference, you and Dick are at each other's throats over a disagreement regarding the innocence of the man leading it. You both act your part all day. You kiss his cheek when others are looking. Dick makes an pointed effort to be handsy, ensuring he's touching you in some way whenever appropriate. But once you're in the privacy of the hotel room, the masks come down, and you are at each other's throats, arguing in hushed tones and bickering over what you observed today.
"Why the fuck did you invite me along on this mission if you didn't want my opinion?" You ask harshly, fumbling with the clasp of your necklace as you stand in front of the bathroom mirror, attempting to remove it so you can shower.
"I couldn't have come alone! It would have been suspicious, and Donna was busy, so you were my only option!"
"Gee, thanks Dick. That makes me feel real good about myself." You hiss, fumbling again with the tiny clasp, "Why couldn't you bring Wally?"
"You know our suspect is homophobic, if I showed up with a man as my partner there's no way I'd be able to get close enough to him!" Dick notices you struggling with your necklace. He sighs, and runs his fingers through his hair in frustration, "Need some help with that?"
"Fuck off," You mumble dismissively, giving up your efforts, "Screw it, I'll just leave it on."
You reach for the hem of your shirt and pull it over your head, throwing it angrily to the ground. Dick watches, eyes widening a little, unable to stop himself from checking you out and admiring the lacy bra you're wearing, his anger diffusing.
"You mind? I need to shower, give me some privacy," You snap, waving your hand at him dismissively.
“You’re too stubborn for your own good,” Dick growls, coming up behind you, sandwiching your body between him and the vanity, “Hold still.”
You huff, but relax and accept his help remove the chain. His hands are warm against your neck, quickly unclasping the lock and setting the necklace down next to you. You choose to ignore the way his eyes wander, admiring your reflection in the mirror.
“Thanks,” You grumble, your annoyance quickly subsiding, but you keep your eyes narrowed at him.
Maybe you are a bit stubborn.
“Yeah, yeah. Just hurry up, okay? I gotta shower too,” He reminds you before leaving the bathrrom, stealing one last glance at your half naked body and closing the door behind him.
Feeling bitter, you take your time with an extra long, extra hot shower, shaving your legs, exfoliating, deep conditioning your hair, not caring if you’re being petty. You linger, too, lotioning your whole body and applying your hair products, not missing a single step in your routine.
When you finally exit the steamy bathroom, Dick is sitting at the small desk in your room, doing something on his laptop. You walk out in your robe, smoothing your freshly washed hair and making your way over to your suitcase.
“Took you long enough,” Dick comments, giving you a pointed side-eye.
“Sorry,” You mumble, rummaging around for your sleep clothes, “All yours now.”
Waiting until he finishes up and locks himself in the bathroom, you quickly change and crawl into your side of the bed, cozying up to the pillow that smells faintly of bleach. You relax, listening to the muffled sound of running water coming from the bathroom. He's quick enough that you're still awake when he's done. Dick exits the bathroom, hair dripping wet, wearing nothing but his boxers.
"You used all the hot water."
You peek an eye open to glare at him, resenting his accusation, "It's a hotel, Dick. It's going to take a lot more than my twenty minute shower to make the whole building run out of hot water. Maybe you just don't know how to work the faucet."
You notice him shivering, and a pang of guilt eats away at you. But you stand by what you said.
"You took at least 30 minutes. And are you kidding me? You think I'm the type of guy that can't figure out a faucet?"
"Well, no, before this little trip of ours, I didn't think that. But seeing as you can't figure out our guy is guilty when the evidence is laid out in front of you like Thanksgiving dinner, my opinion on your intelligence might be changing."
He grinds his teeth, popping his jaw and clenching his fists at his side until his knuckles crack, "Shoulda brought Wally."
You lift your head so you can glare at him with both eyes, but Dick is already grabbing the comforter and sheet to yank them off the bed, leaving you shivering and exposed.
"Whatthefuck?!" You shriek, pulling your knees to your chest reflexively at the rush of cold air.
Dick jumps onto the bed, pulling the blankets over both of you, and with little effort he pulls your body against his, "I'm fucking freezing." He hisses through gritted teeth, "And I'm about to make it your problem.”
The chill radiating off of his stone-cold chest and body quickly seeps through the thin cotton of your t-shirt and sleep shorts. Flinching, you shiver and claw at the edge of the bed to pull yourself away from him. "Dick! G-Get off of me! This isn't f-funny!" You stammer in desperation.
"No, it isn't."
You long for the satisfaction of smacking the smirk off of him. You can't even see his face since your back is to him, but when you hear his taunting, you just know the cocky bastard is smiling. His strong, cold arms force your back to go flush with his chest again as he wrestles with you, utilizing his jiu-jitsu skills to pin you under him and prevent you from escaping his grasp.
"GET. OFF!!" You yell again.
Dick promptly slaps his right hand over your mouth, bringing his lips to your ear and shushing you. "Remember, we're in a hotel. People could hear you if you screamed. Last thing we need to do is blow our cover."
You groan and struggle to shake your head free of his hand, which is fruitless, but Dick takes pity on you and removes his hand after watching you struggle for a moment.
"This is assault, you know," You growl at him angrily, "You're h-holding me against my will."
"Oh please, I've done worse to you during training. You're fine. Just let me hold you for a minute until I can warm up. You owe me that much," Dick holds you closer to him, and he isn't lying, He really is as cold as an ice cube. Keeping you pinned against the bed, he holds you, fearful that you'll shy away and refuse to share your body heat. But you know when you're beat. The soft spot you have for him trumps your annoyance, and you accept your fate.
You really didn't mean to make him suffer, you just took a tad longer washing yourself than normal. Could it really be your fault that there was no hot water? You take these next few minutes of discomfort to ponder the specifics of hotel plumbing, doing anything to distract yourself from the chill.
Dick notices the subtle shift as you try to relax your body and regulate your breathing. There's something in the way you feel, your body going from tense and combative to calm and still under him, that makes his heartbeat stay elevated, even after he finally starts to warm up.
'She trusts me.' He thinks to himself, 'Or at least, she knows when to give up.'
Several minutes pass by, neither of you asleep, but not speaking. Only the sounds of your breathing are audible in the stillness of the hotel room. Dick starts to feel guilty, now that his body temperature is back to normal, and lifts himself off of you to lay on his back.
"I'm sorry," He says quietly, brows furrowed in thought, "I shouldn't have done that."
Now it's your turn to seek body heat. You let out an involuntary whimper, so soft that you're hoping Dick didn't hear it. "Wait," Your hand finds his chest in the dark, and you pull yourself up so your head is laying directly over his heart, "You might be all warmed up, but I'm still cold."
Your feet, which weren't touching him before, are particularly chilly, so you take this opportunity to press them against his bare leg. Dick tenses in response, but he doesn't push you off of him.
"I deserve this," He whispers in a tone of defeat.
"You're so dramatic," You whisper back.
"And you're more stubborn than the Bat."
"Ouch."
"Am I wrong?"
"I'm not answering that."
"Exactly," He says with a hint of pride.
"Just shut up and warm up, I'm tired," You try to sound firm, but despite your best efforts, your voice sounds sleepy and content.
"You know, maybe I should keep a hold of you all night, to stop you from tossing and turning."
"M'not that bad," You grumble, "You'll survive."
But you soon fall asleep on his chest. Your breathing gets slower and deeper, and you finally relax into a pleasant slumber. Dick isn't far behind you. He is scared to admit to himself how good it feels to have you in his arms. He chalks it up to the fact that he's been pretending to be your husband since you got here, denying anything deeper, and lets his mind shut down and rest, falling asleep to the soft sound of your breathing.
Several hours later, you wake with a start, eyes popping open as you suck in a deep breath. You were having a bizarre dream, but thankfully your less-than-graceful awakening hasn’t seemed to of bothered your teammate, who you realize has shifted in the night. He’s now spooning you, his arm around your waist and his face nuzzled against your neck.
A heat creeps into your cheeks as you hazily register the intimacy of the position you’re in. You carefully attempt to untangle yourself from him, but you quickly realize your arm is asleep, and you curse to yourself as the uncomfortable pins-and-needles sensation prickle your nerves.
You wiggle your arm, the blood flow slowly returning, not noticing how your movement is making your ass bump against the man behind you.
Dick’s eyes flutter open, awakened by the soft swaying of your body as you struggle to get your arm functioning like normal. He mutters your name groggily, and you curse yourself for waking him.
"Sorry, Dick. I'm warm now, you can let go of me," You say softly.
In his half-asleep state, Dick exhales an audible groan, moving his arm so he can stretch out. You think you're free, but he quickly replaces it back over your waist before he pulls you snug against his body. "Could we stay like this? Feels nice." His voice is hoarse and gravely from sleep, which triggers a dangerous shift in your thoughts. His strong arms feel good wrapped around you. He smells good. You're comfortable, now that your arm is awake, and you notice something poking at your lower back when he pulls you even closer to him.
The heat you felt in your cheeks travels down to pool in your belly, and you resist the urge to squeeze your thighs together to relieve the ache you feel.
'Stop it. This won't end well. He's hot, but he's your friend. Just your friend...'
You capture your lip between your bottom teeth and close your eyes, taking a deep breath. "Yeah, we can stay like this," You finally say, "But you need to tell your little friend to calm down."
"Hm?" Dick perks up at your comment, trying to make sense of what you said while his brain is still not fully awake.
"You're hard. It's distracting."
"Woah, hey. Who are you calling little? That's a low blow, you wouldn't even have any way of knowing that."
"I can feel you right now Dick. S'gross. We can cuddle if you want but I don't want your hard-on stabbing me while-"
"This feel little to you?" He interrupts, shifting you higher so he can grind his boner against your ass, with only his boxers and your silky sleep shorts separating you.
It doesn't. Now that he's doing it intentionally, you realize how much he's packing down there, which makes you stammer a little as you squirm against him, trying to quell the arousal building in your abdomen. "Jeez- okay, point taken. Now quit it," You chide, hoping you sound firm.
"Sure you want me to quit?" He's fully awake now. You can tell by the confidence in his tone when he taunts you, "Something tells me you're enjoying this. I've seen the way you've been looking at me."
His lips are merely an inch from your ear as he whispers to you, making your heart beat faster in your chest and your brain starts to panic. "Of course I've been looking at you differently. We're pretending to be a couple. We're undercover. It's called acting."
"Can I tell you a secret?" His hand starts to play with the hem of your shirt, rough hands barely brushing the small bit of exposed skin as the fabric bunches up on your waist.
"W-what?" You ask, briefly wondering if you're dreaming.
"Donna wasn't busy," He murmurs, running the tip of his nose up and down your neck slowly as he tries to entice you. "I wanted you here with me."
"That's a lie," You chide back without much thought. You know Dick and Donna are best friends, there's no way he would choose you over her for a mission like this, right?
Right?
He ignores your accusation like he didn't hear it. "You really want me to stop?" Dick presses his hand against your stomach, caressing your soft skin and nudging his nose against the shell of your ear, his breath fanning over your neck and making you shiver. "Tell me to fuck off and I'll let you have the bed to yourself."
"I... I mean...y-you don't need to, I don't want... don't sleep on the floor, please."
"Because you like this? Don't you?" His hand sneaks further up your torso, until his fingertips brush against the underside of your breast. "Don't tell me these past few days haven't felt right to you. I barely feel like I've had to act."
"Are you kidding? We've been bickering every moment we're alone!" You argue back. You're grateful for the dark, which hides how wide your eyes are from how he's touching you.
"Don't mean about the mission. I meant you and me. Having you on my arm. Calling you mine. The way you kiss me- I wish you'd kiss me like that when we're alone, instead of fighting," He admits, tentatively grinding his hips into your ass as he speaks. "You looked so pretty in that dress, earlier. That color looks amazing on you."
This is a lot for you to process. Sure, Dick is attractive. You'd be stupid to deny it. But he's your friend, has been for a while. You work together, and you've tried to not let your mind go down that path, not wanting to mess up the opportunity of a lifetime, to be a hero and work alongside him and the other Titans. But when he talks about how right these past couple days have felt, you have a hard time denying it. Yeah, you were acting, but it did come easy. His smile is heart-warming. His touch feels safe. And having him wait on you hand and foot has made you feel pretty special, even if you were under the impression that it was all performative.
Dick pauses his movements when you take a while to respond to him, second-guessing himself. He says your name softly, before asking, "Am I making you uncomfortable? Do you want me to stop?"
The answer is no.
So why is it so hard to say out loud?
Nervous, Dick shifts away from you and retracts his hand, guiding you onto your back so he can see you properly. The look of uncertainty on him is rare. The man's confidence is nearly impenetrable, but now he's got a sinking feeling in his stomach, worried that he just crossed a line that you didn't want him to cross.
"Dick..." You mutter, shifting around to help him so you're face-to-face. His features are barely visible, illuminated only by the soft red glow of the digital clock on the bedside table. But you don't need the light to see him. His face is permanently etched into your mind, handsome and chiseled, your brain filling in the gaps left by the darkness.
You're running out of time. You can make out his expression fall, sense the change in energy each moment you leave him hanging. Deciding to take the future implications out of the picture, like how it will affect your dynamic on the team, how awkward this might make things in the future- you ignore all of that, and ask yourself, 'Do I want to sleep with him? Right Now? In this moment?'
The vigilante's confidence returns when you finally lean in to capture his mouth in a kiss. You bump your nose against his, and he chuckles, relieved as his hand finds your cheek to guide your mouth to his again.
The feeling is surreal, kissing him. You feel like you knew him pretty well before this trip. You know how he likes his tea. You know his favorite places, and understand his subtle, snarky humor. You're even familiar with his scent, after many missions and even more training sessions, physical contact is not anything new between the two of you.
His taste is new. His lips are foreign, but gentle, skilled, like he knows exactly what he's doing when his kisses you, relishing in the feeling, slow and sensual as his tongue slides across your bottom lip, teasing you until your part your lips and allow him deeper. Dick pulls you on top of him, relaxing on his back, his hands holding you by the waist, itching to trail lower and grip your plush ass that's been teasing him all night.
The needy almost-moan that escapes his throat as he exhales is new, too. You've heard him express pain and discomfort, you know what sounds he makes when he's hurt, recognize his brash grunts while fighting, able to judge how badly he's hurt by the sounds he makes. But the noises he's making now aren't like those. They seem more raw, more intense, and he's doing a good job of making you swoon.
His taste, his noises, being the object of his desire, this is all new territory. The surreal feeling doesn't go away, even as his kisses get more intense and his hands start to wander. You're straddling him, forearms resting against his chest while you two make out. He laps at your mouth, tongue against yours, encouraged by every little sigh and broken whimper that you make.
You're grateful for the darkness. It helps quell your insecurities, and you push the doubts about your decision far away. With your hands against his bare chest, you're able to feel his heart beat, strong and even, solidifying the feeling of closeness between you.
"You're so soft," He whispers between greedy kisses. His fingertips caress the exposed skin of your lower back, becoming increasingly more annoyed by the clothing that's keeping your skin from him.
A brief feeling of guilt plagues your mind, knowing your skin is extra soft because of the long shower you took earlier, with the goal of annoying him. Who knew that taking the time to exfoliate and use lotion would end up doing the opposite, spurring him on, making your skin that much more enticing.
You sink your hips down, rubbing yourself against the tent in his boxers. "You're so hard." You say back to him. You meant to sound teasing, but his all-encompassing kisses have you breathless and panting.
Dick chuckles at you, also breathless, finally letting his hands grip the silky material of your sleep shorts, squeezing and massaging your ass. You push yourself up a bit to look down at him. The red numbers of the alarm clock cast an eerie glow over the side of his face, the other half dark in shadow. But you still detect the obvious lust in his gaze. He squeezes you, grabby hands slipping under your shorts to feel you better and force your clothed cunt to grind against his throbbing erection.
"You have no idea how hot you are," He blurts out, bucking his hips up to drive the point home. "You in that dress this morning, fuck, if you were mine for real... I wouldn't have let you leave this room before fucking you senseless in it."
His low, urgent tone, gravely and strained, sends a jolt of heat to your cunt, your arousal soaking through your underwear. Hearing him, Dick Grayson, NIghtwing, say such things about you? And you can tell he means it. He's a good liar, but you know him well enough by know to tell he's being sincere. You open your mouth, unsure what to say, but he's already rambling on, hands traveling from your ass back up to your waist, easing your shirt up and over your head, careful not to mess up your hair.
"The neckline is what did it, I think," he continues. His pupils dilate when he drinks you in, straining to see as much of you as possible. You're sitting up now, shuddering when his warm hands cup your breasts, handling them like you're made of glass. "I couldn't stop staring. I wasn't the only one, either."
"Dick-"
"I've been thinking about this ever since. All evening. Been going crazy." His thumbs brush over your nipples, which are already hard from the arousal you feel building inside. "Got me all worked up. Like a teenager with a crush."
You bring your hands to his, resting over them as he fondles your chest. The gentle squeeze you offer encourages him to keep going, moving your hips to rub against him, searching for some friction to satisfy your need.
"I doubt the dress did all that," You challenge.
"Yet here we are."
"You pleased with yourself?" You yelp as soon as the question leaves your mouth. Dick chose that moment to pinch your hardened buds between his thumb and pointer fingers, squeezing and toying with them, moving his hips against you when your grinding falters.
"Yeah, I am."
Dick removes his hands from your chest to pull you flush against him, grabbing your left leg to help flip you over so you're on your back, settling on his knees between your legs. This shift in control has your mind racing, still wondering if this is all just a dream. If it is, you aren't ready to wake up.
Dick's sitting straight up, smirking down at you, reaching for your ankle. He guides your leg up so your foot is next to his head, and places a slow, wet kiss against your ankle bone.
"Let's get these off of you." He takes your other leg, lifting it in the same manner, so he's able to remove your shorts. You raise your hips to help, allowing him to take your remaining clothes off and toss them to the other end of the bed. He kisses the same spot on your other ankle and rests your legs on either side of his head while his strong hands caress your calves. It almost feels like he's showing you a new martial arts technique, the way he moves and is so at ease manipulating your body. You're used to it, to humbling yourself around him and letting him share his skills, never too proud to learn from a friend and mentor. You swear you've actually been in a very similar position with him before, too, just with more clothing. And also, several spectators.
His warm, fervent kisses continue down towards your knee, slowly savoring every inch of skin he can reach, and adjusting his position once he cannot. Your chest rises and falls quickly in anticipation, nervous but excited to see this new side of him.
This isn't something you were expecting to happen this trip.
You stifle a needy moan when he reaches your inner thighs. Muscular body now flush against the bed, he licks at the sensitive skin there, just inches from your pussy that's dripping for him, aching for attention.
"H-Holy shit..." You curse, moving your hips to try and get his mouth closer to where you need him most. If him kissing your leg feels this sensuous, you're weak over the idea of having his mouth on your core.
Dick hums in satisfaction at how worked up you're getting. Peeling his lips away from the soft skin of your thigh, he purses his lips into a small 'o' to blow a breath over your slick, feverish skin.
You're mortified at the loud whine that departs your lips, shivering in both chill and embarrassment. Your legs tense, squeezing together reflexively around his head.
Dick mutters your name, cursing under his breath at your reaction. He carefully pries your legs apart again, holding them in place, kissing your inner thigh again.
"Huh. You liked that?"
"Please, Dick, you're teasing me."
You feel his lips curve into a smile against you, leaving your thigh and licking a slow, long stripe along your pussy, catching some of your slick on his tongue. Your breathing hitches, eyes closing again, moaning his name with your hands on either side of your head gripping the pillow.
The tip of his nose nudges against your clit before he kisses you there, the same way he was kissing your mouth a minute earlier. Slow at first, building up to using more tongue, testing different movements until he feels your legs quiver. The heat you felt before has grown to a roaring fire, your lower body sensitized from his attention and aching for more.
His tongue flicks over your sensitive nub over and over in a steady rhythm. It becomes harder and harder not to wiggle against him. He's still keeping you in place, but his grip isn't harsh, at least not until he finds just the right angle. Your hips jerk almost violently when he presses his skilled tongue harder against your core, your hands flying to his head to grip his hair. "Oh fuck... please... shit shit sh....." You tremble, words fading away to nothing while your teammate keeps eating your cunt like its his favorite dessert.
Muffled hums and moans are mingled with your sighs and gasps. His tongue dips down to lap languidly at your entrance. You feel painfully empty at this point, ignoring the bewilderment you feel deep down about how easily Dick has reduced you to a whining mess. Fingernails scratching his scalp, your inner muscles convulse and tense, nerves alive with every touch and heated kiss.
Dick is a curious guy. He always has been. It's what makes him such a good detective, and an even better hero. And right now? He's curious about you, making a mental note of what noises and gasps he can coax from you when he moves his tongue faster or slower. He experiments with quick, feather light licks to tease you, then uses more pressure, rubbing his tongue flat against your soft skin and moving in circles, noting your reactions to each technique. His saliva drips from his mouth to mix with your slick, which he greedily licks back up, no shame in his enthusiasm.
After several torturous minutes of him working you, he's got your legs quivering and your mind fuzzy, your pride long forgotten, unable to resist the urge to plead for more.
"Please?" You beg him, "I just want... fuck, please, Dick, I need it."
His hands grip you tight for a beat before he releases you. "I need you too, baby, fuck, feel how wet you are." You offer no resistance when his hand takes yours and places it between your legs. "Touch yourself, yeah... there you go... play with that pretty pussy for me, hm?" His deep voice vibrates in your head, sending a fresh rush of lust through your veins.
Pushing himself up, Dick reaches over you towards the bedside table to retrieve the goodie bag that the front desk was handing out for the couples retreat.
"Glad we can actually put this stuff to use," He mumbles, face better illuminated now that he's next to the alarm clock. He retrieves a condom and a single-use lube sample from the deep red gift bag, and you groan in embarrassment again.
"Shhh, hey, just keep touching yourself. It's fine, unless you brought other condoms?" He asks, already guessing your answer.
"Why would I bring condoms? I wasn't expecting this to happen," You reply, watching him rip the foil wrapper.
"Huh. Me either." He slips his boxers down his thighs, letting his cock spring free. You squint, trying to see the outline of his junk in the dark. He looks big. Big enough that when he slides the rubber over his shaft, it only makes it about 3/4th of the way down.
"It's kind of tight," He informs you, now opening up the lube sample and working the viscous liquid over himself. "But I'm pretty good about making big things fit in tight spaces."
The grin on your face is instant, cringing at his joke and shaking your head. "Would you shut up and fuck me, already?"
"Gods, yes."
His reply sounds pained, filled with longing, enough that you briefly question how long he's wanted this. You want to ask, but Dick is a man of his word, and before you can utter your question out loud, his hands are pressing your legs against your chest, knees over his shoulders, positioning you so he can slap his heavy cock against your clit.
Rubbing his tip against your wet folds of skin, you angle your hips a little better and guide him inside. Your slick heat swallows him up greedily, his cock bottoming out in one swift thrust.
You cry out at the sudden sting of him stretching your aching cunt. Hands gripping the sheets to ground yourself, your eyes water and your mouth hangs open, the feeling enough to wipe your mind clear of anything other than him and how he's making you feel.
He offers a brief kiss to your whimpering lips, "Shhhh, I know, babe, I know, feels good... fuck... feels too good.”
Nestling closer to you, Dick settles so he has access to your neck. His hips are still, giving your body time to adjust from the abrupt intrusion. His warm breath tickles your ear between the sweet love pecks he presses into your skin. “You know, if we really wanna sell ourselves as a couple, maybe I should give you some hickies, mark up that pretty neck of yours.”
The muscles in the back of your legs burn from the stretch. The position you’re in doesn’t accommodate deep breathing, so your voice is weak when you warn him, “Can we not talk about work right now?”
“Right. We’ll talk about it tomorrow, when you’re pissed at me again.” He latches his lips onto your neck, withdrawing himself from you halfway before easing back in, slower this time, pausing again once he's fully buried.
"H-h-how... mm...d-dude, you're huge," You gasp, feeling his tip kiss your cervix, pushing your body to its limit.
Dick tenses, his solid body going rigid. His next statement seem imbued with an undertone of challenge, "Don't call me dude while I'm inside of you."
"Sorry I- shiiiit...." you lose your words when he starts moving again, pumping into you slowly, rolling his hips into yours while he sucks on your neck, leaving your skin damp with his saliva. Finding them again takes a minute. "M'sorry I didn't c-come up with a list... I mean, why would I be prompted...to... write out the things that are... are off limits when we're fucking?"
The words are forgotten as soon as you say it. His memorizing pace has you feeling alive with warm tingles, concentrated most where your bodies meet. You clench down on his thick cock, more arousal dripping out around him. You can feel your body release more wetness again, doing its best to accept what's being given as his soft raven hair tickles your cheek.
"We can make that list together, babe." His promise is murmured against your throat, "Maybe during our one-on-one counseling session tomorrow with the alleged con artist himself."
"W-wh...huh? What, oh... mmmm.... fuck, Dick.... what list?" You flex your feet and curl your toes, babbling and whimpering at him. You can't move much with how he's pinning you, completely at his mercy. Even though you've never slept together before now, you have complete trust in him, having put your life in his hands more times than you can count. Nightwing has never failed you as a teammate. And Dick certainly has never failed you as a friend. So even now, as he ruts himself into you with purpose, pushing your body to its brink, leaving dark bruises over your neck, you know he doesn't plan to fail you as a lover. If only for one night.
The speculation on whether this heated exchange will be a one-time thing or the start of something more is a worry for later on, not for right now. Right now, this god-like man is fucking himself into you harder and deeper, being much less gentle than how he handled you earlier.
"Feels s'good, tight little pussy is squeezing me, bet you haven't been fucked this good before," He rasps, giving your tender neck a break and resting his forehead against yours while he flexes and undulates, putting his abs, back, entire body into it, hitting spots deep inside of you that you didn't think were even there.
Your cries of pleasure get louder as the minutes pass. Keeping his pace steady, Dick moves his hand over your mouth for the second time this evening to muffle your desperate please for release.. "Shhhh... remember what I said," He taunts, "We can't blow our cover. People come to retreats like this because their marriage is failing. No one here is having sex as good as this."
If you were more aware, you'd point out to him that he just went against his whole justification for giving you love marks. But he might as well be speaking an alien language. The deep timbre of his words do, however, send a chill down your spine, pushing you over the precipice, your orgasm crashing over you hard.
Your eyes water even more and blur your already limited vision. Convulsing under the weight of him, you gasp against his palm, tasting yourself, eyes wide in the glow of the dim red light.
"That's it.... shii-iii-iit..." His body stills, and he closes his eyes, struggling desperately to stay off his own orgasm. You welcome the break, pleasure still pulsing in your core, flexing and wiggling your legs to alleviate the stiffness from the prolonged time in such an intense position you aren't used to.
Dick moans your name and shudders, "I need more."
"M-more?" You stutter, intoxicated from the post-orgasm haze.
Pushing himself up and off of you, he sits back on his knees again, cock slipping from your swollen cunt. Dick graciously lowers your legs, guiding them around his waist before leaning over you again, carefully slipping his arms under yours against your back to cradle you closer to him. You cling to him with trembling limbs, letting him move you how he sees fit.
"What, you think I was going to stop at one?" He whispers to you, low and eager. He slips his length back inside of you, the lewd squelching noise sounding absolutely filthy, your thighs damp from his sweat and your fluids. "I'm not wasting this opportunity to show you a good time.'"
Your pussy is so sensitive now, every thrust of his hips earning a small pant from you, feeling him fill you up, over and over, making room for himself inside your body with each tantalizing rut of his hips.
You mumble something incoherent, and Dick chuckles, proud to have you in such a state. "What's that, babe? I'm the best you've ever had?" He kisses your forehead, fucking you a little faster, his heavy balls smacking against your ass with each rut.
"This is... just to keep up appearances, right?" You ask, unsure if you want him to agree or not.
Probably not.
Definitely not.
"Of course." Dick promises, knowing full well that he will not be satisfied until he has you creaming around his cock like this every night. Not now. Not after tonight. Being here with you has opened his eyes, and helped him reflect on why he got so intensely jealous when you were turning heads earlier. "It's all for appearances, babe."
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Sweetheart
inspired by @sanguineterrain’s hc about virgin! jason which truly has not left my mind since i read it.
rated explicit (mdni) | wc: 2.6k
tags: kissing, masturbation, loss of virginity, vaginal sex, creampie, overstimulation
Jason Todd’s just so goddamn sensitive, nerves set on a hair trigger, all the time. Call it a side effect of death or a fun little bonus from resurrection. Wherever it came from, it’s just part of his life now. And, see, normally it’s not a problem. In fact, it probably makes him better at this whole crime lord business. The slightest change in the airflow of a room tipping him off to an unseen assailant, the tremors traveling up the balls of his feet signalling an approaching vehicle, palm wrapped around a throat able to read a lie from a racing pulse. He’s adaptable like that, turning something that might have overwhelmed him into a weapon. It’s really not a problem.
Just like it’s not a problem that he’s never really been in love before. Between dying, then not dying, and an abrupt and burgeoning career in crime, well, dating hasn’t been very high on his list of priorities. It’s fine! So maybe he fucks his fist after a long night of patrol and wishes it were someone he was coming home to. He’s got more pressing things to worry about, important things. Red Hood things. His half-hidden fantasies and dog-eared classic romances can stay hidden under his bed forever, for all he cares.
He cares. Did he say he didn’t care? Well obviously that was a big fat lie. Jason nearly mows you down running across the park and the minute his hands close around your arms to steady you, he’s a goner. Heart eyes and tweety birds, the whole nine yards. Being in love with you’s the easiest thing Jason’s ever done. Maybe his hands shake a little more than they should the first time you ask him to dinner. Maybe he blurs the line between creepy and sweet by showing up at your doorstep with flowers less than 12 hours after your first date. He’s just new at this, that’s all. First time jitters.
There’s a lot of firsts, when it comes to you. The first time you hold his hand, he feels the the tips of his ears go hot. You kiss him on the cheek and he could swear NASA can see the colour of his cheeks from space. The very first time he kisses you – goodnight at your doorstep, meant to be chaste and brief – he’s half-hard in his pants the second he feels your breath on his skin. It’s a miracle, a sheer testament to all his will and training, that he doesn’t come in his pants on your doorstep at the taste of you.
Okay, so there’s some kinks he has to work out. He’s told you that he’s inexperienced. Well, more than inexperienced. A virgin, if you want to get all technical about it. You had smiled and told him the two of you could take it slow if he wanted. Which he didn’t. Want it slow, that is. That leads him to a new and persistent obsession with making it good for you, despite his current track record. Before you, the goal of getting off was efficiency. Hand slick and a few harsh tugs enough to have him spilling into a tissue. But that was before. He’s got a goal and a plan and Jason’s always been good with an objective.
He settles in and makes a mental note to get more lube. Gets his hand firm around his shaft because he knows, just knows, that the minute he starts teasing the head of his cock it’ll be over. Gives himself a few looser strokes just to get used to the sensation, gun callous catching on his foreskin and sending a frisson of pleasure up his spine. He watches his stomach muscles ripple and clench in retaliation. Begins to work his hand a little faster, adding a rough twist to each stroke that has him panting for breath. Pre starts beading at the tip of his cock and he swipes an errant thumb at it. He bucks and nearly moans at the sensation, the rough heated pad of his thumb setting his nerves on fire. Throws his head back eyes closed as his he increases the pace, lost to the burning heat building in his belly. He pictures your face smiling up at him on a particularly tight swipe over the head of his cock and comes harder than he ever has before, hot spurts decorating his stomach. His stopwatch reads 0:1:37. With a grunt, he reaches for his cock again.
By the time morning comes, far too soon and far too bright, Jason’s managed to increase his time. Not by much, but hey, that’s still progress in his book. He’s also discovered two new things about himself: 1) with just the right pressure he can stay hard between orgasms (hooray for illegal and mystical stimulant baths!), and 2) the image of you is more than enough to shove him over the edge, every single time. Fact number two may be a problem. ‘Cause if just the thought of you has him creaming in his pants like a pimply teen in a stiff breeze, having you under him in the flesh might actually kill him. It’s okay though, he’ll have more time to practice before you two get anywhere close to that. Or not.
The two of you are lying on your bed kissing, the kind of slow, lazy make-out that wouldn’t really be going anywhere only Jason’s got your thigh rubbing up in between his legs and that same hair trigger sensitivity. He swears he can almost feel the soft heat of your skin through the rough drag of denim. Your plush lips open wider and he surges forward, eager to notch himself closer. He’s clumsy like this, limbs too big and uncoordinated with you under him. His hips start undulating of their own accord at the extra friction, and you slip a hand into the back pocket of his jeans to urge him on. It’s good, so good, God why did he never realize it could be this good? The sensation of you below him, warm and solid, and the rough-pressure-heat on his cock is all it takes. You swallow his moan as he comes in his pants, wet splotch blooming darkly. His hands tighten around you. Jason pants and moans into your throat, hips weakly grinding his cock against you through it. Red-faced, it takes him longer than it should to realize that you’re cooing at him.
“–good, sweetheart? You were so good for me, taking what you needed.”
Shame and embarrassment light him up, battling with the litany of sweetheart, sweetheart, she called me sweetheart currently striking him dumb. He buries his face into your neck, can feel the temperature difference between his flaming cheeks and your skin.
“’M sorry,” he says meekly, “I didn’t mean to come so fast. Swear it. I’ll do better next time.” Worry curls in his stomach, faint echoes of embarrassment about leaving you unsatisfied. Can’t bear to look you in the eye, feeling stripped back and vulnerable as he is. His hips are still working against yours, grinding the sensitive head of his cock into his damp boxers. You laugh.
“What’re you talking about, Jay? You were perfect, so perfect for me sweetheart.” And Jason wants to crawl out of his skin because ‘perfect’ is not a word that gets applied to him often. Not one that he thought applied now, coming in his pants so quickly, before he’s even made you feel good. Ignoring the stubborn prickling at the backs of his eyes and the warmth quickly spreading down his chest, he kisses the sweet column of your throat.
“Wanna return the favour,” he whines, licking up the salt of your skin. Your grip tightens in his hair.
“Yeah? You gonna be good for me again?” you tease, breathless. One of your hands grips his own, glides it down to the elasticized waistband of your underwear.
Jason’s pretty sure he’s been electrified when he feels just how wet you are. He’s also pretty sure this is the closest he’s ever gotten to a pretty girl’s underwear too. Thick fingers glide easily between your folds. You’re hotter than he expected, slick collecting in his palm. His index finger catches on your entrance, thumb hunting for your clit. He knows he’s found it when you sigh into his ear, and he grins. Maybe he’s not so bad at this whole sex thing after all. Slowly, he starts to spear you open on one thick finger and chokes. Jason’s never felt anything so fucking tight. He groans into your collarbone. Your walls tighten up around him at the vibration and it goes straight to his cock. If he hadn’t just come, he’d be making a mess in his pants right now. Again. The thought of how good your slick, wet, heat would feel squeezing around his cock vice-like has him lightheaded.
“Can I– please can I?” he begs, delirious with how badly he wants this.
“Gotta use your words, sweetheart,” you say breathlessly, voice hitching as he fucks his finger back into you. “Need to ask for what you want.”
“Please, please, can I fuck you? Want it. Want it so bad,” Jason whines. He can taste the want, sparks dancing on his tongue, blood rushing in his ears. His whole body aches with it.
“S’all you had to say, sweetheart.” A hand grips him through his damp jeans and he bucks into the touch, a writhing mass of nerves and need. “You gonna take care of me? Huh?” The zipper inches down and he almost sobs. “Gonna be good to me, sweetheart?” All the air rips out of his lungs at the burning brand of a palm finally touching his spent cock.
Jason doesn’t recognize his own voice, high and reedy, babbling “I promise, I promise, I promise.” He’s gasping, greedy, mouth open and searching blindly for yours.
He whimpers – the Red Hood honest to god whimpers – when you pull away. His brain starts to come back online when you start tugging at the hem of his shirt and he almost face plants into the mattress in his eagerness to get his pants and shirt off at the same time. You laugh as your bra hits the floor somewhere to the side of the bed and pull him down for another kiss, a soft nip at the swell of his bottom lip that has him trailing after you. Your legs open to cradle his hips and Jason figures this must be the next best thing to paradise. He shudders at the pressure of his cock trapped between your bellies.
“Now you’re gonna give me all–” you give a slow roll of your hips that has Jason’s vision going blurry at the feeling of every inch of him trapped between you, “– of that. You’re gonna be this–” another slow, filthy roll that has him cotton-mouthed, “–deep in me, sweetheart, and you’re gonna keep fucking me until I tell you to stop.” Your hand at the nape of his neck pulls his hair back until he’s looking right in the eye. It’s a hungry, dark stare that greets him and Jason thinks that if this is what it’s like to be eaten alive, he’ll die a happy man (if you’ll let him).
He gets so distracted by the wicked grin on your face that he barely notices the hand guiding his cock to your entrance until the head is pushing into your burning heat. His mouth snaps shut and his jaw clenches, desperate to keep it together. Your legs lock around him, urging him forward. Inch by inch he slowly thrusts his way into you, sanity hanging on by a thread as he fights the urge to just fuck into your tight cunt. Finally, finally, his hips meet yours, cock fully sheathed inside of another person for the first time. He pants open mouthed into the side of your neck, trying so hard to be good for you.
“Not a virgin now, are you sweetheart?” you whisper, hand stroking through his sweaty curls. “Now move.”
Like a shot from one of his beloved .45s, Jason starts pistoning into you, pulling his cock out until it’s almost slipping out and hammering right back in to the hilt. You’re tight, so fucking tight that he doesn’t know how he’s ever gonna go back to his fist after this. His rhythm’s sloppy, cunt drunk and chasing his next high but he can’t make himself stop. Sweat beads on his chest and tears dot his lashes. He howls as you cant your hips up and drag a hand across his chest, nails catching on a nipple. The slippery clutch of your cunt burns away all his good intentions, just a mewling, writhing creature desperate to feel good. The burning heat in his gut is building, his arms trembling from exertion. Its too soon, too soon for him to be ready to come again but the high in his veins and the tenseness in his belly are screaming otherwise.
It’s not fair, he’s– he’s trying so hard and it’s not fair because you haven’t even come once and here he is being greedy and about to come again. It’s not fair. There’s real tears of frustration beading up in his eyes now, face and body flushed red, sticky sweet.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’msorryI’msorryM’sorry,” he keens, high and hysterical as he comes, hot pulsing spurts deep inside you. He’s not– it’s not stopping God why is it not stopping? He’s never come for this long but it just won’t stop and he can’t move, not with your ankles locked so tight around his hips. Jason’s face burns with the shame, eyes screwed up tight and trying not to tear the sheets fisted in his hands. A hand cups his face, runs a thumb lovingly over a cheekbone until he screws up the courage to crack open his eyes a smidge.
“There’s my sweetheart. Doing so well for me.” A finger brushes away the tear threatening to fall from the corner of his eye. “Felt so good you just couldn’t stop yourself from coming again, hmm?” you clench down on his cock and the punched out sound that leaves him has Jason shying away in embarrassment. “None of that now. Not when you’re being so good.” You bite down on the tendon in his neck, grinning around your teeth as his whole body shudders, before laving a broad tongue over it. “You’ve still gotta job to do, don’t you? Gotta fuck all of your cum into me, gotta keep it where it belongs.”
Jelly limbed, its easy to push Jason onto his back. His cock never even leaves your cunt. Gravity does all the work as you spear yourself open on him. He moans, high punched out little things, cock bullying even deeper into you. Jason’s so sensitive now, riding the edge of pleasure-pain like a knife. He feels flayed open, nerves raw, as you grind and clench yourself up and down his shaft. You pull one of his palms to your breast, teach him how to squeeze it, the way you like having your nipples pinched and rolled. You ride him and every time you pull off of him Jason holds his breath until you’re fucked back down onto him. He’s so overstimulated it hurts, teeth grinding as you continue to fuck him for your pleasure, like he’s just the guy that happens to be attached to a fat dick.
“I didn’t say to stop, did I?”
I’m thinking a few things about these two… Anyone have a guess? I might even make a post out of these two… MAYBE. Because these two just give me the same vibes, and I don’t know why.
IDFC if I’m late. This girl is amazing.
Listen to me kat, dick & Jason tag team where the just tease you like can u imagine how much of a menace both of them together would be?
SHARING IS CARING FEATURING JASON TODD AND DICK GRAYSON
DESCRIPTION: just a threesome with your fave brothers <3
WORD COUNT: 1898
CONTENTS: threesome, edging, vibrator use, praise, degradation, mocking, orgasm denial, oral (giving + receiving), mandhandling, throat fucking, spit roasting, overstim, afab reader, fem reader, cervix fucking, squirting, mating press, unprotected sex (no cumming inside tho), unedited
A/N: this ended up not following the prompt at all oops
“look jay, she’s trembling.” dick coos out, tone dripping with mockery as he looks down at you.
you’re currently splayed out on the bed, hands tied to the bed frame, leaving you helpless and at the mercy of the two men. you’re stripped bare, heated and needy body writhing on the bed sheets, desperate for their touches.
a vibrator rests against your drooling cunt, pressing against your sensitive clit and making you buck your hips up, humping against the air.
“oh, poor thing. how're you feeling baby?” jason sports a fake pout on his face, before breaking out in a smirk.
“need- need you please,” you can barely gasp it out, moans interrupting every syllable. “wanna cum!”
“oh, hear that, dick? she needs us. isn’t she adorable?” jason ignores you completely, instead turning to address dick.
“the cutest. come on, we’ve teased her long enough haven't we?” the vibrator shuts off with a click of the remote in dick’s hand.
you inwardly rejoice inside, knowing that dick was about to stop the torture that you’ve been enduring. the torture, of course, being the fact that one of the brothers would stop the toy the moment you neared orgasm, bringing you to the edge and back for what has felt like an eternity. breaking your mind and melting your sensibility away until you were nothing but a needy mess.
the bed dips beneath dick’s weight as he settles near the edge of the bed, positioning himself near your dripping slit. his hand picks up the small toy and tosses it on the bedside table, before turning his attention back to you.
two calloused fingers trace through your folds, making a broken sob escape your lips.
“look how wet she is, jay. our princess is so perfect.” dick holds up the fingers, now shiny with your slick. jason steps forward before grabbing dick’s wrist, wrapping his lips around the digits and sucking it clean. the younger male lets out a hum of satisfaction before replying.
“she sure is, so sweet too.”
“is that so? i want a taste…” dick trails off the end of his sentence, now focused on repositioning his body as close to your sex as possible.
the way the two were talking about you like you weren’t even there- like you were just some sex object- turned you on incredibly, making the heat inside you triple.
dick changes his kneeling position to a laying one, his stomach against the bed as he presses his face into your cunt, hands gripping your thighs and resting them against his broad shoulders.
your thighs clasps around his head the moment you feel his tongue against your folds. his nose bumps against your clit, racking your spine with shivers.
dick flattens his tongue, lapping at your sopping cunt before pushing his tongue into your fluttering hole. you wished you could tangle your hair into his raven locks, but the only thing you could do to ground yourself was press your nails into your palm. your eyes close shut as whimpers and babbles pour out of you.
dick’s tongue presses against your walls, an obscene slurping noise erupting out as he savors your juices.
you can hear shuffling in the room before feeling a tugging at your wrists. you open your eyes to see jason loosening your bonds.
“you can’t have all the fun, dickie bird. don’t be selfish.” he tutts out.
jason lets the rope drop to the floor, motioning dick to move while he repositions you.
jason scoops up your body in his arms, lifting you off the mattress with no effort at all. he turns his body, dropping you onto your stomach. you let out a gasp at the sudden impact.
jason clicks his tongue. “turn to me sweetheart.”
you follow his orders. your head was now leaning over the side of the bed, laying across the mattress.
“alright, now open that pretty mouth for me.”
you obey him once more, parting your lips and letting your tongue stick out. jason places the pad of his thumb on your muscle, and you instinctively close your mouth around him, sucking at the digit.
“fuck.” jason groans out, feeling his cock throb at your obedience. he removes the finger, hands now working at freeing himself from his cargo pants.
dick now occupies the space behind you, kneeling on the floor as he dives into your cunt once more. dick inserts two fingers into your dripping sex, making a scissoring motion and stretching you out. you bite your lips to keep down the wanton cry trying to escape your throat.
dick’s lips wrap around your bud, sucking it and making your kick your legs up. the older brother uses his older hand to grab your ankles, bringing them together and pushing them against your lower back. the pads of his fingers curl up against your sweet spot, a place that both brothers have long since memorized.
your head drops down as you moan, before jason grips your chin and redirects your point of view. his other hand is pumping his girthy cock, the tanned tip of it shines with a drop of precum. the sight makes your mouth water.
jason’s hand moves to your cheeks, squishing it and making you open for him. he slides the head of his cock against your lips, slathering the salty pre all over it. your tongue peeks out once again to lick it up.
“god, such a perfect little slut we got here.” jason laughs out. “open wide, sweetheart.”
the second your lips part enough, jason slides his cock inside. groaning as the feeling of your warm mouth envelopes him. your tongue runs along his shaft, gliding along his pulsing veins.
he reels his hips back before inching in again, this time making sure the tip of his cock reached the back of your throat. you gagged slightly, your jaw already aching from the size of him. your nose pressed against his pelvis, his pubes tickling your nose. jason smells of musk and cigarettes- pinewood and ash. the epitome of masculinity. your hands leave their place beside you to grip onto jason’s thighs, your nails slightly digging into the toned flesh.
dick’s fingers continue to drag against your walls, wet slapping noises adding to the cacophony of filth in the room. his fingers are long and thick, easily reaching places inside you that you could never even dream to. dick smiles against your cunt as he feels your fingers fluttering against his digits.
“i think she’s gonna cum, jay. our baby’s gonna make a mess, yeah?” he chuckles out, before going back to tasting you.
you could only nod your head, your mouth stuffed full as jason thrusts his cock in and out of your face. tears prick your eyes from the overwhelming sensations, body erupting in goosebumps.
your orgasm hits you hard, like you ran full speed into a brick wall. the sensitivity from your previous denied orgasms making your climax much stronger. flames engulfed your body as you twitched and writhed on the bed. tears fall freely from your face, streaking your cheeks.
jason huffs out strained sighs as you moaned against his cock, making vibrations buzz along the shaft. your nails are now fully digging into his thighs, making crescent marks behind.
jets of your juices squirted out, soaking dick’s face and fingers. dick continues to lap at your cunt, making you tremble under him.
you try to shout out “too much!” but it’s muffled by jason’s cock.
dick continues until he’s certain he’s gathered all of your essence, before standing up and making eye contact with jason. he sucks at each of his digits, cleaning them off and releasing them with a loud pop. jason smiles in response, winding his fingers into your hair to fuck into you faster.
behind you, dick releases himself from his pants, as well. after stepping out of his boxers and sweats, he grips your hips: lifting your bottom half up and repositioning you into a kneeling position.
he grabs his cock and aligns himself with you, sinking in with a groan. you were still wet and sensitive from your previous orgasm, your walls clamping down against him as he inched his way inside.
“pussy’s sucking me in, i can’t get enough.” he huffs out.
dick draws his hips back, before slamming it back into you, the tip of his cock pressing against your cervix. his hands have a harsh grip onto your waist, using it to pull you back into his thrusts. each ram of his cock inside you knocks the air from your lungs,
it feels like your body is on fire, your veins like electricity and constantly sending sparks that are melting your brain. the overstimulation is so much, you feel like your body is about to give out at any second. your body feels fuzzy and you want to sink into the bed.
dick picks up a steady rhythm, the clap of his pelvis against your red ass echoing through the room. beads of sweat drip from his forehead as he focuses on angling his head to hit your soft spot. when he does, you keen. dragging your nails down jason’s thighs, which makes him hiss.
jason releases himself from your mouth, a string of drool connecting it back to your lips. his hand pumps at his cock, before his balls tightened and he shoots his seed on the ground.
jason’s chest heaves as he catches his breath, falling back into the recliner behind him. his eyes hazed over as he just enjoys the show before him.
dick pulls his cock out from you, using his grip on your waist to flip you over once again and pull you closer. you’re now centered on the bed, back on your back again.
dick’s hands move to the back of your thighs, pushing them up and pressing them against your chest. he bullies his cock into you again, and you swear you could feel his cock in your throat at this angle.
his pace was fast this time, hips knocking against yours, cock pummeling in and out of your cunt, head positioned right at your soft spot everytime. he had you seeing stars, white fuzz blurring your vision. his violent rams had slick splashing out of your pussy, coating his abs and cock, and dirtying the sheets under you. drool was dripping from your lips, you being too fucked stupid to even notice.
your thighs started shaking under his grip, eyes rolling back into your head. his hand targeted your clit, rubbing circles on the sensitive bud.
you let out a shuddered cry as you came again, back arched against the bed and hands gripping onto the sheets. pussy once again soaking his cock. aftershocks wracked your body, with you trembling under him.
you whimpered as dick slid out of you, tears falling rapidly again from the sensitivity. dick followed jason’s actions, pumping himself to completion and spilling himself onto your stomach.
“hey, it’s okay, pretty girl.” dick shushes you, wiping away your tears. he peppers kisses all over your face, hoping to calm you down.
jason leaves the room to start a bath, the sound of the faucet running audible from the conjoined bathroom. dick scoops you up into his arms, pressing you against his built chest.
“let’s take care of you, shall we?”
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DATING HEAD CANNONS - DICK GRAYSON
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the start of your relationship
honestly when your first started dating you were really confused why he would constantly have bruises and gashes on him, or why hr just disappears. i feel like it you guys would get in a fight about him keeping BIG secrets, and like he would accidentally tell his secret and your just standing there wide eyed!!! he would probably be so scared that you’ll get scared and leave him. you end up giving him a huge bear hug mumbling “you better not die”! AND THIS MAN WAS OVER THE MOOOOOOOOON!!!!
he would be such a romantic! he will flirt all the time with you but it would be VERY common when you guys first started dating! he will ALWAYS hold your hand and would never let go because he’d be scared if you just vanished! he would immediately introduce you to the batfam! i feel like Damian would rly love you! like at first he was kind of distant but he warmed up to you later and wouldn’t let you be!!! dick probably has to beg Damian to let you be so he can spend alone time with you!
actual relationship hcs :)
STOP HE WOULD BE THE BIGGEST SWEETHEART EVER!!!!!!! you would get small and big gifts! i feel eventually you’d feel a bit bad that he is spending so much money on you but he genuinely insists that its fine!!!
dates would be the most fun thing ever!!! you guys either stay at home and just chill, cuddling just in each others warmth! or you guys would dress up and go to a fancy place!!
he is in love with your lips!! he loves how they feel against his, how warm and soft they are! he loves the colour of your lips (i have a darker top lip and hated it for so long! but you all are pretty so please dont ever hate your lips or anything about you!)
he always has to be touching you! not in a sexual way though! like he loves to pull you close by wrapping his arm around your waist!!
HE GIVES THE BEST HUGS
after a tough night your sweet face makes it all worth it!!!
overall ♾/10 boyfriend
have a great day/night and drink water!!!