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Slap Vendetta Leon’s ass and it makes Minecraft skeleton noises

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gn!reader and masc!reader are not the same thing. #realesttweetever

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I'm reading the most beautifully-written- well-developed-smut on tumblr and then suddenly reads “mommy” or "kitten"

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character - rookie!leon kennedy

pov - second person, neutral

warnings - oral (m receiving), spit/drool, begging, virgin!leon, slight world building, mostly smut, drunk!reader, reader is a stranger from the bar, cum swallowing, car sex, rookie leon is pathetic

summary - leon *was* a virgin until he met you - he gets way too excited while you're giving him head for the first time

Leon had just been spending the last evening before his first day at a new job at some random bar, hoping to get his mind off of the coming day. He was nervous, to admit the least, sitting at the bar, ordering only a single drink - of course, he didn't want to be hungover on his first day. Not a good look for a police officer, especially one who had just been hired.

What he didn't expect was for you to approach him; you had seemingly already had a few drinks, he thought, based on how touchy you were with him. Even though you didn't know him. Your cheeks were flushed red, a drink still in your hand as your friends sitting a few tables away from the bar counter encouraged you to keep going. You barely spared a glance back as you placed your hand on his thigh.

"You're pretty," you said, your words slurred as your drink sloshed dangerously within your loose grasp, your other hand tracing patterns on his upper thigh. He hadn't expected *anyone* to approach him tonight, much less someone like you. "What's your name?"

"Leon," he said, his eyes trying to focus on anything other than your hand inching up his leg, slowly tracing the path along his inner thigh. "...Kennedy," he said, finally managing to finish his name, swallowing thickly as your hand traveled higher. His jeans felt a little tighter.

It wasn't long before you were on his arm, trying to pull him out of the bar, stumbling over your own feet as you asked him to take you home. You had barely met him, and yet, here you were - begging some random man, who could have been anyone, to take you back to his house. Though it didn't help that he looked so much younger than he was.

And it wasn't long before the two of you were in his old, beat-down car, with him in the passenger seat, and you on your knees in front of him, your hand drunkenly fumbling with the zipper of his pants. His heart felt like it was going to leap up his throat; he was sure you could hear it. His trembling hands carefully pushed your curious ones out of the way, his fingers unzipping his jeans as you started whining.

"Will you let me take it out?" you begged so sweetly, your hand pawing at his now-exposed boxers. He swallowed hard before nodding, much to your eagerness as you pulled his already-hardened dick out, your tongue licking a strip up the shaft. He already felt like he was going to burst.

"Wait," he said quietly, his hand hesitating before placing it on top of your hair, stopping you before you could take his head in between your lips. You *whined*. "I haven't... done *this* before," he said, his tone pitiful, as if it were something to be ashamed about.

"Then let me take care of you," you said, your words like honey on his tongue. Your lips took half of him without another word, your head moving back and forth as you took more and more of him into your mouth, your cheeks hollowing as you mercilessly sucked his dick. Your drool dribbled down your chin, your eyes looking up at him through your lashes as you kept going. It took what felt like five seconds before he was ejaculating down your throat, moaning so prettily for you. He was still rock hard, your mouth detaching from him with a *pop*.

He couldn't believe he had just let some random woman from the bar take him. But it had felt so good. Maybe it was just because it was his first time, and he didn't know how good it could feel, but he knew he never wanted to stop.

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jason todds boobs

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joyriding with jason todd and its no panties, bare pussy to warm engine metal. the seat cover vibrates against your folds and eases you into multiple orgasms, he likes to hear you whine and beg for him to pull over and give you break; but he plays deaf. he blames the helmet he wears on not being able to wear your pathetic cries when he revs the bikes' engine and the vibrations hammer against perky little bud.

the lonely streets and ' backroads' of Gotham witness your eyes rolling into your skull when you cream milky white over expensive leather. such a pretty sight, that he has the pleasure of watching in the sideview mirrors.

when he gives his bike a little TLC and washes it by hand, carefully, he avoids washing the backpack seat. he likes the way the leather has been infused with your natural scent and juices that have stained the rich black leather over time. it gives him an excuse to call you over for another ride, and maybe to fuck you real nice and good on his bike if he has the time before you get dropped off back at your apartment.

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Vendetta Leon and face riding. I wanna grind my clit against his nose.

Everything be damned, I just know he’d get the job done. It’d probably make him feel better about himself and useful.

One day you’re kissing his nose before he’s leaving for work, and he next you’re riding it while tugging his hair 🙇🙇

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Obsessed with mlm Roy where both him and reader are both like, pretty buff(?) dudes.

Like, constantly competing, but in a friendly way. Like playful fights and stuff, to where he manages to trap you in a headlock hdjkdheksk

ROY HARPER LOVES MANHANDLING!!!!! i say as im dragged away

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Thinking about Leon as an artist or a sculptor again

I mentioned it before in this post, however I want to talk more about Leon himself this time :3

I don’t know how everything would play out. Something happens, maybe he’s been forced into therapy after everything he’s seen. It’s taken a toll on him over the years, and he needs to be in peak condition to enact his duty. Physically, emotionally, and mentally.

I imagine it’d be helpful for him, even if he was in denial, hellbent on refusing the help he didn’t think he needed. Or maybe he didn’t think he deserved it. Perhaps both?

Either way he needs better coping skills. Maybe art could be one of them. Something cathartic about expressing his deep rooted feelings without words. He wasn’t much of a wordsmith anyways. Not when it came down to his emotions, at least.

Perhaps as some kind of therapeutic thing he was tasked with making a self portrait of sorts. After all, a self portrait could tell you something about the person behind the work. I don’t know, I’ve never been to therapy, so I’m mostly BSing my way through this to get to the main thing I want to talk about.

Now, I don’t see Leon as someone that often has very violent outbursts. I’m not saying they’d never happen, I just don’t think they’d often be physical. That being said..

As an artist, no matter what medium you think suits him best, he sees those little details in every piece he creates. The things that give them life, that make them real. Whether it’s capturing the little way a smile meets the eyes, the scrunch of the nose, and the wrinkles that form in a true smile or a raw heartbreak. He noticed all of those things, the beauty that makes it full of life.

And he just can’t see that in himself.

He can’t see himself as more than a pawn.

He’s been stripped of his identity, anything about him that delves beneath the surface is wrapped up in red tape and tied up with a little bow reading “classified”. That’s not to say he was an honest, open book before. But he didn’t have the stoicism (amongst other things) beaten into him yet. Metaphorically speaking, however physically can also apply.

And it frustrates him to no end.

Years of that pent up frustration finally released in one violent outburst. One violent outburst that’s unfortunately unleashed upon the piece he was working on.

And ironically enough, with it creates a self portrait that’s most accurate to his own self perception.

Because that’s how he truly views himself. Something damaged. Beyond repair. Something no one could love or find beauty in.

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Roy with a pussy, wearing a shirt that says ‘I just shaved’ and Jason standing there in tears with a shirt that says ‘I <3 rainforest pussy’

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Voyeur Roy. (gn!reader + jason)

He definitely likes to pleasure his partners, but he also likes to watch them. But also, he can’t help but wanting to touch, wanting to run his hands up their sides.

So thats why his hands are tied. He’s tied to the chair a few feet from the ned, leaking cock on display bobbing against his clenching abs. He desperately tries to squeeze his thighs together for something, but the spreader bar kept his legs spread.

Theres a gag in his mouth, muffling his pleas and whines. He begged to watch, but once they got started he was begging to touch, and the two just couldn’t have that.

He’s on the verge of tears once he finally gets touched, being coddled by his two lovers. The desperation finally reaching its peak, making him buck up into the air.

Jason shushes him softly, as you gently stroked his cock. He felt pampered and ruined.

Sometimes, he doesn’t wanna be touched after watching. He likes when you guys are a little mean to him occasionally, but he doesn’t ever admit it.

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Be thankful Im not in the dc universe or i would be bouncing on old man cock #ifheainteighty,getawayey

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Leon obviously isn’t as muscular as chris, but I still think he’d just live to carry you, no matter the size. You could be shorter than him, or taller than him, and he’s just love to pick you up

Cause he’s afraid something will happen to you if he ever lets you go

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Dick Grayson x ftm reader. Dick sharing.

Something happens and reader sees Dick’s little Dick (as in his name, I’m not saying he has a tiny penis.) and is just like “man I really wish I had a dick”

So one thing leads to another and Dick puts Dick Jr. between reader’s legs and like there’s a whole “this is your dick” sorta thing.

I’m having a stroke reading this, anon.. 😭😭

OH MY GOD DICK SHARING HELP. okay let me see what i can do..

“Man, I really wish I had a dick.” You muttered, leaning back against the headboard as Dick stripped his Nightwing suit off. He glances up from where he was, standing in the middle of the room in boxers only, in thought.

“I could help with that.” He says, completely serious. Your head snaps up, completely and utterly confused. “..What?”

He walks towards the bed, sitting down and patting his lap. “C’mere, i’ll show you.”

“What? Y’gonna hand me a dildo?” You tease, getting up regardless sitting in his lap, back against his chest. He let out a quiet snicker shaking his head. “Not quite, doll.”

He shifts, moving to subtly tug his boxers down. He lifts you off his lap for a split second, moving you back so your back is not pressed against his chest, his dick between your thighs, pretending as if you had one. The room went silent.

“Resurrerection. Get it? Beacuse.. you like..”

..

“Yes, Dick, I get it.”

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Pegging Roy while Jason rides him- OMG WHO SAID THAT 🫢

Pegging for a Good Time.

Jason Todd x Roy Harper x gn!Reader

18+ MDNI

[mm4a][threesome][blowjobs][switch!roy][switch!user][top!jason(?)][Anal sex][Dacryphilia if you squint.][Pegging][Dumbification if you also squint’][unedited, take it raw.][spanking][edging?][brief aftercare]

845 words 🌶️

Roy is a *much* softer lover than Jason, obviously. Jason has his moments too, sure, but when it comes to sex, Roy likes it slow and intimate. Occasionally changing it up to be a dick. (With love.)

Normally, Roy would be the one fucking you, but tonight you guys wanted to switch it up. So, they got the strap. It’s a nice, thick red dildo that curved up, a little bigger than Roy’s own cock. He made a cheeky comment about calling it, ‘Little Red’ & ‘Little Red I’m Riding Hood’.

Roy’s practically drooling on Jasons cock when he sees you come out of the bathroom, with the strap and harness firmly tightened around your hips.

“C’mon pretty boy, keep goin’, y’wanna be stuffed full, don’t you?” Jason purred, tangling his fingers into Roy’s hair, urging him to continue his bobbing.

He shivers as you crawled up behind him, running your hands up his thighs, to his hips, his own cock leaking against the sheets. “Lift your hips, sweetheart.” You urge gently, watching as his legs trembled to lift his hips.

Jason, finally deciding time help, slid a pillow beneath his knees to keep him elevated. “There we go,” He chuckled, running a calloused thumb over the boys jaw. “Arch for them, yeah?”

Roy let out a stifled whimper, arching his back, making his mouth sink down lower onto the other boys cock, choking around it as he let out a gasp feeling the silicone press against his eager hole.

“Shh.. Shh.. Breathe, hun.” You chuckled, running a hand over his back soothingly. Despite the teasing from both of Roy’s lovers, he didn’t usually take it much, so they both still had to be careful. Jason had done the honors on prepping the poor ginger beforehand, even that had the boy on edge for nearly 20 minutes.

Applying a bit more lube to the cock, you started to slowly press in. Inch after inch, until finally pressing against his ass. The archers legs trembled as he remained on his knees trying desperately to be good for them both.

“Baby, move your head. Surely you’re not that stupid yet, right?” Jason coo’d, his voice only slightly mocking as he twists his fingers holding the boys locks. Roy moans around him lewdly, nodding with tear-filled eyes.

“Good boy, nice and full?” You ask, slowly rolling your hips, but not quite thrusting yet. Roy was about to nod before you slowly drew out, thrusting back in firmly. He let out a choked noise around Jasons cock, the first few tears falling down his hollowed cheeks.

You continued your small thrusts, taking your sweet precious time, just how he would to you. Glancing up at Jason, his brows were furrowed, head tilted back with his eyes squeezed shut, he didn’t look much better than Roy.

“Y’close, Jay?” You hummed, a small smirk tugging at your lips as your hands tightened around the fingers hips.

“Fuck off.” He breathed, letting out a soft groan as he slowly began to thrust into Roy’s face. “Goddamn.. gorgeous.” He groaned, eyes rolling back. The ginger beneath him moaned around his cock, tightening around the length currently fucking him deep.

“Me or him?” You asked, kissing up the boy’s back, eyes locked on Jason, who was clearly struggling.

“Both of you— Fuck!” He let out a choked noise, thighs tensing as he tugged on the ginger locks harder, orgasm taking over him. He felt the quivering boy swallow around him, and was about to pull off. “No, no. Not yet, pretty. Y’were the one saying you wanted to be stuffed from both sides, hm? C’mon, just a little longer.”

“He’s close.” You hum, slowly your thrusts almost torturously, watching them boy desperately try to grind his hips back against you. A firm smack landed across his ass, making him jolt. “Patience, Roy. You’ve had two cocks already, don’t be greedy.”

Roy let out a downright pathetic whine, stilling his trembling hips. A whisper of praise was said, but honestly it didn’t register in his mind of what was said, or who said what.

The archer let out a pleased hum as the other finally began to move again, back arching prettily, like a beautifully sculpted statue. He was so, so close, teetering just on the edge. He was not against begging at this point he just needed—

Oh.

Jasons firm hand wrapped around his leaking, heavy cock, beginning slow strokes against it. His eyes rolled back as he was finally allowed to cum. his body practically shook, before tensing and letting go. He fisted his hands into the sheets with a tight grip, letting out a sharp gasp once he was lifted off his lovers cock. “God, I.. I love you guys. So much. Fuckin’ hell.” He panted, slumping down against Jay’s lap.

“We love you too, pretty.” You hummed, slowly pulling out, kissing his temple gently, removing the harness and dropping it to the floor, cuddling up beside him. Jason hummed in agreement, pulling you both flush against him with a content sigh.

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Jason Todd and pegging.

love that anon. 18+!!

Jason Todd doesn’t cry, not often anyway. Nor does he really cry during pegging either, but if you get him worked up enough he might.

When he first came to you about it (yes, he initiated) he wasn’t really shy or bashful, you guys experimented a lot. But he was a *little* surprised when you agreed almost instantly, but woohoo Jay!

He was familiar with the whole prepping himself part, even though you insisted on doing it for him. He’d been with dudes previously for one. night stands, but this was different. This was you.

You two ended up holding hands right as you slowly started to push the strap inside, his grip tightened in your hand as he let out a shuddering breath. Jason swore up and down he didn’t whimper, but the sounds he was making didn’t help his claim in the slightest.

He’s a little bratty when it comes to pegging, though. He doesn’t want you to go slow, he can take it. But the second you actually start to speed up, his hands desperately find something to cling to. He likes it gentle, even though he won’t admit it. Gentle, slow strokes are enough to bring him to tears. He’s just so needy, he can’t help it :(

Jason prefers missionary, so when you’re fucking him he can wrap those strong muscular thighs around your hips. He’s not opposed to other positions, but he really likes to watch. So, put him in front of a mirror and he’s gone.

Absolute putty in your hands.

He would def suck on the strap if you asked him to as well, looking up with you with glossy eyes as he takes the silicone strap into his throat.

He’s still Jason after all, so if you’re pegging him you’ll definitely have to stuff his mouth, preferably with your fingers.

a/n: absolutely ecstatic i got to write this. completely unedited btw ignore the typos and errors

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Thinking about you and JT on those silent nights where the two of you just bathe in eachothers presence.

A silent night in bed with Jason Todd would be an evening of unexpected comfort amidst the usual chaos of his life. Maybe he’ll catch up on the latest of Dickens. You’ll hear him flipping through pages, crackling of your favorite candle crackling on your nightstand.

Lying beside him, you’d feel the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathes, a reminder that even someone like him needs a break from the chaos. Maybe there’s an occasional shift or a low, almost imperceptible grumble from him, but otherwise, it’s a peaceful night. The faint glow of city lights outside might cast a soft light across the room, and the quiet hum of the world outside feels like a lullaby compared to the high-stakes, adrenaline-charged nights he’s used to.

He might not admit it, but there’s comfort in these moments—just being close to someone who understands the weight of the world, and yet, in the soft quiet of the night, finds solace in simply being together.

He enjoys moments where he can just let go. If it’s not by your side, he doesn’t want anything to deal with it, THAT MAN IS INLOVE WITH YOU!!!!!