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dick grayson would fit given the whole acrobat thing and all. him taking advantage of you wanting to be more flexible and asking him to be your teacher thinking he would just teach you a few stretches…ends up stretching you out in a whole different way

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MINORS DNI 18+ NOTES: based on the porn i got off to last night

"All the way down." DICK GRAYSON directs, motioning forward. As an experienced instructor, you trust his judgement. Sitting on your knees, you crawl on your hands until you can arch your back towards the floor, reaching your arms out as far as they can go. Your ass in the air, you can feel the stretch in your entire body. It's good enough to ignore the compromising position you're in.

You don't think about it when the warmth of another presence slots behind you, and big hands clutch your hips, drawing you back. If you could see him, you'd witness how he's crouched, situating your ass at his crotch, staring hard at it while he moistens his lips. "There you go." he commends casually. Oblivious to the dirty ulterior motive to see what you'd look when he fucks you doggy style, you focus on how delectable it feels to be taken care of, that pleasant burn in your body either from how you stretch or the residual memories of what you were doing the last time you were in this position.

"You're so good at this, Dick." you tell him, more sultry than you meant to.

"Don't praise me just yet." he replies in a scoff, and you brush off your confusion. "Push forward." Two thumbs press into the fat of your ass, and you pick yourself up on your arms while you straighten your legs to form upward facing dog. "You want to feel it right here in the spine..." he muses, a large palm stamping onto your tailbone and canvasing the dimples at your lower back, commending you for your deep arch. "That's right, that's..." he trails off as he scans your posture, and the cushion of your yoga mat dips when it's met with his knees. He straddles your thighs, and inclines over you, molding your body with his. It's safe to say his methods of instructing you are unconventional, but he's the expert. So when his pants nudge the crevice of your ass as he overlays you in upwards facing dog, you take your mind off of the bulge. He's so close his cheek kisses the side of your head, and his voice is right up next to your ear. "That's deep."

You try to suppress your shiver, but you're sure he felt it travel all the way up to your neck.

"Hold it right there." he tells you as he backs up, and momentarily you mourn the loss of his body heat. "Hold it... Alright—" You do as you did before, returning to balasana, but when you back all the way up, your booty shorts bump his pelvis.

Hot in the face, you look over your shoulder at him just in time to witness how he eyes you up, but when he doesn't mention it you're quick to straighten yourself out. "It's okay, happens a lot." he assures. His hands rest on his hips, and he throws his head back. "This is good though, I can feel you trying hard. Just hold that." A smile stretches onto his lips, and he picks himself up further into a taller kneel, raising his hips to yours as his hand fixes on your tailbone again to keep you from running away. You can feel something half-hard through his pants but you don't allow yourself to dwell on it. Especially not when the brush of contact makes your eyes flutter. "Definitely hold that."

For a second, you're frozen in place, afraid to do something stupid or unprofessional.

"Remember to breathe." he reminds you, and you expel a burst of air you didn't realize you were holding. "And... release." You move at a steady pace so as to not alert him to your embarrassment, slipping back into upwards dog for the second time. "That's perfect. You look perfect." A surge of heat blooms on your face again. "Turn to the side for me. Let's go ahead and raise this leg." You oblige him, and he lifts the aforementioned leg by your ankle. Two hands wrapped around the joint makes your foot look small.

When you bring it up, he inspects it, his eyes following the curvature intently. He's a very attentive instructor. "All the way up. Straighten the knee." You curl your other leg to support yourself, propped up on your elbow, all so it's possible to stand your foot into the sky until it's a tall pole. "Let's open you up here." Your gaze widens as he approaches you again, tucking himself into your space so he can palm your calf, and his crotch slides up against your exposed pussy. The constricting shorts you wore— regulation according to him— outline your cunt in a way that has it swell through the fabric, and here he is grazing against it like it's no big deal... You have to be reading this wrong. Gently, he forces your leg back, and a burn tingles in your ham string. It's not the only thing that tingles, his crotch now firmly pressed to yours. "You're still a little stiff." he notes, which takes your attention away from his halfie in his basketball shorts. It can't be though, it must be his phone in his pocket or something.

He splays his hands on either side of your waist, pushing forward so your ankle's on his shoulder, your knee at your nose. He exhales. There's not enough oxygen in the room, it's practically spinning, and your heart is pounding in your chest. He's so large you can't see his face as it reaches clear over your head and all you can look at is his pants, desperate to deduce the familiar shape of a boner. No such luck when all these limbs are in your way.

"Wow. Flexible, huh?" He grins wolfishly. Pride preens at the notion the acrobat noticed how bendy you are. "Let's go into bridge. You remember bridge?"

You swallow hard and nod, "Mhm," you respond uneasily, throat thick from the coating of silence. Giving you enough space to shift, your hips align on the floor, grounding your arms flat so you can raise your pelvis. It doesn't take much for his thighs to be under yours again, fooling you into thinking he's taking a constructive gander of your pose until his arm straps under you. Fingers curl around the handle of torso, and your eyes widen as he uses his fist on mat to pick you up. Briefly, your toes leave the floor when he adjusts himself to slot between your legs snugly. When he's satisfied, he holds his own hand over your hip, arm still secured under your tailbone, and arches your spine manually. "That's it." he praises, and splays fingers onto your belly, fingertips just brushing your ribcage. "Feel that now? In the core?" Timidly, you nod. "One more ought'a do it. Sit down for me." For me. The words resound in your head as you drop, and he reaches behind him to clutch your ankles, bringing them over his thighs to fold over your head. "Legs straight." he reminds you, and he curls your body for you, letting your hole get some air as it faces the ceiling.

Those huge fingers cling onto the meat of your thighs, digging into the flesh as your tits spill to your chin in your little sports bra. "Wow, you are tight, huh?" he muses and you jelly. Folded all the way over yourself, his hands slide to the inside of your knees to pin you in place and your shorts ride completely up into your ass crack, cheeks defined as his jaw hovers just above your swollen cunt. Can he smell you?

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based on this post lol

oral sex and... weird alien anatomy

"...clark, what is that." your face froze in shock.

how could you have forgotten that your clark kent was none other than... an extra terrestrial? a kryptonian, at that.

in your defense, his appearance doesn't really scream alien aside maybe from his height, so the information just slipped out of your mind.

it was when you were met face to face with his cock, that you remembered his true nature.

"w-what do you mean? it's.. it's my..." he looked away from your kneeling form, embarrassed at the thought of saying such a word. "I know what that is, I'm asking you what this," and your finger rubbed against the... buds? soft hooks? that were on the side of his dick which made his silently shudder "...is". "is that not a normal thing...? you know, to grab onto you..?" he questioned innocently.

there's a silence for a moment, "clark, I love you, but there's no way in hell you thought every human had... these." you deadpanned before he started squirming, his thighs clenching. "you're making me self conscious..." "don't be! it's just... my first time with an alien, I guess."

he took a deep breath, "you know, if you don't want to do this, I could still just–- oooh, gosh..." he cut himself off with a low moan that rumbled from deep within his chest right when you licked up the buds. "feels nice?" your eyes flickered up at him as he nodded intensely, mouthing a small 'keep going'.

you smiled warmly at him before licking your lips and kissing his bulbous tip, sinking down on him as your jaw struggled to accommodate to his size. his hips jerked when the soft hooks brushed against your cheeks. "shhi– shoot..." he caught himself, his hand sneaking into your hair.

clark caressed your scalp softly as you got down to halfway of his cock, telling you to "breath," and "r-relax f'me, baby..." as if he were any more relaxed than you.

when you paused to breath through your nose, he peeled his eyes open and met your intense gaze, looking up at him with the cutest doe eyes he had ever seen. wet lashes batting up at him in sync with the sounds of your gargling.

the buds didn't feel uncomfortable in your mouth—they were soft and squishy—but it still distinctively different. yet, the thought of sucking extra terrestrial dick did make you squirm a bit.

after a few moments of the both of you catching your breaths, you finally decided to move.

he crumbled.

you were barely a few bobs in before he turned into a whimpering mess, calling out your name desperately as his back ached involuntarily. "oh my– i-it feels so- you're p-perfect, so goddamn perfect..."

the praises go straight to your core, fueling you to go even faster. you pulled up quickly, circling his tip with your tongue and sucking on it harder—which made him whisper out a small "f-fuck.." that you did not miss at all—before moving the side to suck on each bud.

you felt them harden slightly, but you didn't pay much mind to it. you pulled away, opting to stroke him for a moment. "am I doing good, so far?" you knew you were doing amazing, but you questioned him anyway because you loved a good stroke on your ego.

"s-so amazing, pretty." he slurred, his eyes slowly going for the ceiling as he was completely letting go of himself, losing his every thought at each pump of your hand.

your other hand went for his heavy balls, playing with them softly and smiling when you see him completely throwing his head back.

when you put your mouth back on him, he couldn't hold back.

and he tried.

he really did.

but when he felt your pretty lips stretch around his girth to take him, when he felt you warm sticky throat parting to welcoming him again, and when he felt the inside of your cheeks brushing against his buds? he just couldn't hold it in.

suddenly, the 'soft hooks'—as you would describe them—hardened and hooked on the inside of your cheeks, halting any and every movement. his hand that was still in your hair tightened quickly, gripping your scalp as he spilled his seed into your throat, gasping out your name.

"holy– oh my- you're so fuckin'... why are you so fucking p-p-perfect, holy shit..!" he could barely hold in his profanities, the sound of you swallowing his cum too much for him to bear.

when he finished, the buds softened again, allowing you to pull away. he let go of your hair, quickly regaining his lucidity. "o-oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! i-i didn't mean to-" he tried to apologize but you cut him off with a smile made of sin, your gaze darkening.

"those... hooks. don't you think they'd be pretty useful for breeding?"

part 2 :p

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the concept of clarks dick having pincers.

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OKAY OKAY I KNOW THIS IS A MASSIVE REACH BUT the way his yell cracks oughhh i wanna ride him so badly until he whimpers

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smoke break

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No little jaybin! Dont go into the Ethiopian warehouse!

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Jason spit animation WIP, Im dying _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):_

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"Miss Lane" they must roleplay so much

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he clark kents like no other clark kent has ever clark kented BEFORE

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"good gosh" my chest hurts, he's so adorable (⁠´⁠；⁠ω⁠；⁠｀⁠)

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Maybe I’m just not on that side of Tumblr, but I’m shocked more people aren’t talking about Lewis Hamilton’s post-qualifying interview.

You have a seven-time World Champion — one of the undisputed GOATs of Formula 1 — saying, “I’m useless, absolutely useless … the team, they have no problem. You’ve seen the car is on pole. So, they probably need to change driver.”

I genuinely have no words. How does every World Champion who signs with Ferrari leave a broken man?

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possibly the most surreal track dominance comparison ever thank you Hungary

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George watching Oscar and Lando race: why didnt you T-bone him?

Lando: [chokes]

Help!!!!!!!!

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Superman cast share their hopes for their characters' future

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David Corenswet for GQ photographed by Noua Unu

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gone for months then spawning with shocking otp ship

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☆ metropolis kid!