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NSFW Alphabet — Dick Grayson, Jason Todd and Tim Drake

Be warned, I wrote this for myself but it got so long I was like, I gotta publish this, so a lot of the language is raunchy and joking. It's not polished whatsoever. It is also very fitted to my tastes, which isn't necessarily what I'd do for a story. Use of the second person, reader as gender neutral as I could, but I refer to a variety of scenarios with different genitalia.

WC: 6.7k

Triggers and tags discussed or mentioned: body image, biting, breeding, dubcon, noncon, cnc, mutual noncon, sexual assault (as a different category and a reference to Dick's canon) somnophilia, breath play, watersports, scat, blood, bondage, BDSM in general, pegging (implied), dildos, vibrators, toys in general, sensory deprivation, crying, crossdressing, porn, hentai, anal, PIV, cunnilingus, whatever the proper term for sucking dick is, cum, demeaning terms (cum dump, specifically), fingering, masturbation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, age play, pregnancy and birth control, thigh fucking, frottage, edging, cumming in pants... maybe more. I am tired of listing things. Simply beware.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Dick: somehow I don't think he has much time for aftercare. To me this dude always seems a little on the go and distracted by other things. Like, half the sex you have with him is quickies where upon his departure you gotta tidy yourself up, or they're hours long affairs with few breaks to think about moving. In these latter instances, he takes a long, long time to stand up and get moving after you're done. I think he's always secretly waiting for another last round even when it's clear you're both tapped out. He stays in bed and cuddles, uncaring for the drying substances on either of you. Most often he just kisses you, slow and tender, as he holds you. Eventually you gotta kick him out of bed and clean yourself up and then he's rushing to help you.

Jason: my man is methodical. This is His Job and he has His Way to do it. He keeps his bed crisp, towels at hand, water nearby etc etc. He's always the one to wipe you down, straighten you up if there's still clothes involved. You always whine you wanna cuddle a bit and he's like no. You'll get an UTI. Go pee. We'll cuddle after. And you shuffle sadly to the bathroom. The sheets are new when you come back. He dislikes being rushed and not being able to tidy, so you gotta be very strategic when you know you won't end up in bed.

Tim: Tim's a baby. Tim's the one you gotta clean up, the one you gotta lay down and tell him to stay put. He's very bad with being in the moment if he's got something else going on, so you gotta keep all electronics away from him. Mostly you gather him in your arms and run his fingers through his hair, while he absently traces circles on your skin, and then nods off eventually.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Dick: I think Dick really likes his forearms! A dark horse, of course, considering the stellar butt, but that seems to be a little of a sour point. I think he loves his figure in general, and the graceful line of it. For his partners, I'm thinking the waist to hip area—the tummy essentially, but also the lower back. He loooves to sling an arm around your waist and squeeze, loves to nip at the lower belly, loves a good pinch. He just likes grabbing. The sides of your thighs are always marked with his fingers.

Jason: man's an ass guy. He loves to watch that shit bounce. You can't miss with the bending over. He's behind you immediately, a hand on your hip like hey... As for himself, genuinely I think he likes his hands. They've gone through a lot. You can tell they're pretty banged up. But he's a maker, a fiddler—he builds his gadgets, he pulls the trigger. He's so into precision, I think he appreciates them a lot for the tools they can be. And his fingers pumping in and out of you are never a bad sight.

Tim: He's a cop out and would say brain. He likes his eyes best, I think. He doesn't strike me as the type of man who fixates on any part of his body but rather takes it in as a whole, and as such finds it difficult to like, separate it into pieces unless it's for a specific purpose. Oh, maybe his calves. They're nicely shaped. But his eyes are very pretty and he knows they're charming. As for you, he likes tits (big, small, pecs, etc). Just the chest area in general. Big fan of a nipple. Will suck and bite and twist until you squirm. If you're not sensitive, you simply haven't met him. He'll pavlov your nipples to harden upon seeing him and then smile evilly when you complain. A low cut anything is a direct challenge and he will take it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Dick: nothing will stop this man from coming inside eventually. He'll wear you down talking about how good it will feel to fill you up, or you will eventually come to beg him for it and he'll take the opportunity with no complaint. If you can get pregnant, keep that birth control schedule TIGHT. Nothing he loves more than watching cum dribble out of you. Loves to stuff you with it, loves to rub it over your entrance, loves to watch it squelch as he goes back in to pump you full of more.

Jason: actually very normal about it. He doesn't believe in pulling out, so he wears a condom and disposes of it safely. He does love to cum on your face. That's very much a thing. It's a relatively safe thing to do, and he likes it a lot when you try to catch it all with your mouth but it ends up dripping off your cheek. When your eyelashes are sticky with it—ooh. He knows it hurts if it gets on your eyes, and he apologizes while he wipes it off, but he's already semi hard again so you can't quite believe him.

Tim: if he's topping, he's pretty normal about it. Doesn't feel any type of way about his own cum, though he kinda likes it when you mix it with your own and feed it to him, but that's mostly because he loves your fingers in his mouth. If you're topping (and if you can cum from that inside him), he's suddenly the nation's number one cump dump. Stuff my man up. He can take it. Ooh, he wants to take it. He really, really wants you to blow a load inside him. A lot of the times, it's the feeling of being filled up that has him coming himself.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Dick: he's, like, very into somno, but he hates to bring it up first. The thing with Dick is that he's so good at denying himself things he doesn't care about but the minute he really, really wants something, he struggles real hard not to go get it. And he really wants that pussy (gn). He's the king of guilty fucking. I honestly think he likes being a little ashamed of what he's doing, like it just... Brings flavour to the table. But he's an Upstanding Citizen so while he looks at your ass while you're asleep and imagines what it'd be like if he could just roll your pants down a little and rub the head of his dick against your entrance, he will not speak a word until you bring it up or you find him jerking off over you at the thought of it.

Jason: easiest man to get to sub for you. Doesn't look like it, doesn't wanna admit it, but you get him at the right moment? Oooh baby. He's so easy to unravel, blushing to the tips of his ears and wet all over. You can literally do whatever you like with him in that state. He bounces off your cock (gn) so pretty, though he doesn't enjoy bottoming regularly.

Tim: mfing stalker. He takes pictures of you all the fucking time. You don't know the half of it. And he jacks off to the weirdest shit because it's not so much about how you look in that picture, but the idea of your innocence being corrupted (so corny) (you'd look at it and be like, tim, I can take nudes, you know, you don't have to masturbate to a blurry panty shot taken under the dinner table, you can't even see shit).

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Dick: this is dick grayson we're talking about. Be real. He's been around. He knows his way around the human (and alien, shoutout to my baby Kori) body. Nine out of ten times, he's the most experienced person in the relationship. And not only does he know what he's doing , he's good at it.

Jason: there's about three universes or so where Jason's not a virgin when he meets you. The rest of them my boy's simply too fucked up and/or busy for love, so he just... Doesn't. It doesn't seem to me like having sex was a priority to him, and while I think he regularly gets propositioned, he's the type of dude that just blinks at you until you slink away in shame, so he simply doesn't get laid until he's in a relationship. At most he's fucked two people before he fucks you.

Tim: this is dick grayson 2.0. he pulled steph, he pulled kon, he pulled bernard. He has by far the widest breadth of knowledge about sex, although most of it doesn't come from first hand experience. He hasn't had that much freaky sex, but he knows plenty about it. He's very adventurous.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Dick: oh, eugh, this man think you're a contortionist. He thinks you guys are equals. It doesn't matter how much you tell him he's far more flexible than you, he loves twisting you up into the weirdest positions in the book, and you know what? He's right. You do feel him so much more with your leg up in space and the other one around his ankle.

Jason: doggy. Again, my man loves to watch it jiggle.

Tim: he loves being ridden. Just infatuated with the sight of his cock leaving and breaching your entrance, and your thighs quivering, and how it all gets so wet. I think he'd be more partial to the cowgirl/boy than the reverse bc tits, but yk. Loves to watch you go.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Dick: He's sooooo into getting a laugh out of you with a stupid joke so he can ram into you and watch it catch on your throat. Thinks it's grand. He's the goofiest of them all, but he likes to make you laugh, and doesn't entertain your attempts to be funny. There's only one clown in this bed ☝️ So annoying.

Jason: he can be giggly at the beginning, like laughing into your mouth, but once he gets going, he's pretty serious about it. Not withdrawn, but he doesn't want to joke or, like, have a conversation. He's just laser focused on getting you both off.

Tim: he's alright on the jokes, doesn't particularly bring it to the bedroom. He's a little snappy, but not keen on super goofing around? Rather, I think you'd wanna make him laugh, just to get him to relax, and he'd roll his eyes and scoff but smirk a little. (I'm rlly picturing this with kon rn lmao)

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Dick: he's got himself trimmed and pretty! I think he just cares about looking good. Not his main concern in life, but, you know.

Jason: he's kinda got to groom himself bc I headcanon that the pit let him some after effects so his nails and hair grows really fast. He doesn't like it, finds it a real chore, but it's like a real bush if he lets it go untamed. And he does it himself, of course.

Tim: I don't think Tim concerns himself much with that, but I also don't think he really needs it. He's the type not to grow that much hair anyway.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Dick: he is so romantic. He's the type to whisper things he doesn't mean, not because he's trying to gaslight you into thinking he has feelings, but because he gets caught up in the heat of the moment and also believes those things should be said. He's soft and coaxing, even when he gets mean, and he's very into small gestures in the sense that he holds your hand when you're going to come, he presses a kiss to your temple. Just loving, I guess, even if he doesn't, like, love you.

Jason: he is unbelievably, unbearably intense. You will not be able to shake him off, emotionally speaking. Even when he's trying not to be intense, he can't help it. There is always so much weight and deliberation to his touch. Under his fingers, you feel the skin of your body bloom with heat. And the eyes. Never stops looking. So sharp and heady. You can't look at him for you, but he forces you to look into his eyes when you're about to come, grabs your chin if you don't wanna.

Tim: it depends on how he feels about you. If it's casual sex, he is very casual about it. He's not one to make promises if they can be used against him lol but if he likes you... You can see the saw trap plans he's concocting in his mind to never get you off his dick again just coming alive in his eyes.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Dick: My take is that dick is so funny about this because he so absurdly prefers coming inside you or fucking your thighs or your tits that whenever he can't and has to resort to jacking off, he's kind of churlish about it? Like right at the beginning when he's just starting, you'd just see him pouting with a hand caressing his shaft almost disinterestedly. He's so funny. Then he gets going and comes and is like oh that was a nice experience actually.

Jason: When he begins to jack off while thinking about you, he's ashamed about it for the longest time. It's not the act itself that brings him embarrassment, but the fact that he used to do it kind of perfunctorily, like just... body upkeep, or whatever. A little impatient with it even, just to get it over with. And he didn't think about anyone in particular, just flashes of the stuff he was supposed to think about. Then one day, after he meets you, he's just going at it as usual and the image of you pops into his head. And he can't stop thinking about it. The question of what you look like, how you'd feel under his hands, how you'd sound—it consumes him. When he thinks about you looking at him slouched over his couch, smiling at him and kneeling between his legs, your eyes fixed on him as you offer to help and take him into your mouth—oof. He's never come so much in his life.

Tim: he is so so hot about it. He doesn't think about it that much and is the type to neglect his dick for ages until he has free time and suddenly he has to unleash two weeks worth of cum upon you. So he starts fisting his dick, shuddering at the feeling of finally getting some release, and thinks, I should share this, and starts recording, but because he is evil, he doesn't let you see. He places the phone on his desk (because he's STILL working, he just couldn't hold it any longer), and begins jacking off under his shirt. So you only see his flushed cheeks, the hair covering his eyes, and the way the wet spot on the fabric grows larger and larger as he goes. Near the end that thing's so transparent and sticky you can almost see the angry red head every time it pushes against the fabric—and then he splutters against the fabric with a cry of your name and doesn't even let it dry before he winks at the camera and cuts the video, just as he's going to lift the shirt. Evil.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Dick: well, I already said somno and breeding (I don't think he's into it for the children, like, seriously. Like if you can get pregnant and do, it's not going to be a nice surprise. He'll ride it out! But he's got commitment issues.) And thigh fucking. He's unbearable about it, particularly if you're wearing anything that gives him easy access.

Jason: My good honest man. He likes sense deprivation, I think, but he likes it being done to him. He's almost never not being in charge, however, so it doesn't come up often. If almost like a birthday special to him. He's also very into frottage, but I don't know if that counts as a kink? He likes coming in his pants a few times before the real deal.

Tim: is this a kink? He loves to make you cry. He just really likes bullying you to the point you're bawling. You can fuss and kick all you want, and it just turns him on, because the minute he removes himself, you're whining to have him again. I think that's his favourite way to make you cry, just to edge you unendingly until you're sobbing for him. He also likes age play, but he likes to play the younger part. I don't think quite mommy/daddy stuff (depends on the reader), but a bit of an emphasis on the age gap (think the blurry noona/hyung area in korean, when employed sexually. The terms are not translatable but that's the spirit of it).

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Dick: everywhere. Does not discriminate. Inside the house, I think he likes bothering you when you're chilling in the couch. If your lying down there, he'll starts running up a hand between your thighs and he'll stop if you can't carry on the conversation. Outside, I think anywhere that is mildly risky—possibly the park? Kinda loves shoving you between trees and eating you out, or fingering you. When he comes onto you outside, it's mostly to get you to come so you have to hang out there, all sticky, thinking of him. He gets really thrilled by you running out of patience and pulling him out of whatever situation you're in just so you can go home and fuck. Sometimes you don't even make it home. You "force" him to fuck in a bathroom or in the car — closest relatively enclosed space you can find. He really enjoys those releases.

Jason: the bed. Give my boy his space and his nightstands! But outside that, no joke, the kitchen. It's more often than not his kitchen rather than yours, so he's there most often and it's where you find him and put your hands on him. Also god forbid you take anything out of the oven. He just shows up, takes it from your hands, presses you against the counter.

Tim: no joke loves to have you suck him off underneath his desk. He thinks it's funny when you bang your head against the top lmao but he also just likes to see you cramped into a tiny space and all over him.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Dick: Hear me out. He likes implied corruption masked as salvation. That sounds dramatic: what he likes is the tension between helping you and succumbing to his own desires. He is very often the more knowledgeable, powerful, etc party, he almost always has some advantage over you, and he likes struggling against the feeling of giving you what you want and thereby taking advantage of you. It's a weird, false dichotomy, but he likes playing the hero a lot, and that makes him feel sometimes like what he wants is selfish, which means he tends to be secretive and manipulative in order to get it, and he winds up doing stuff that is suspicious and much closer to taking advantage of you than just being upfront would've been. And he unfortunately really enjoys those times. I associate him a lot with the "I can't help myself from doing this" sentiment. So to answer the question lol, when you look particularly put together and he gets to mess it up, or when you look at him with big, round eyes, or when you look really fuckable and are not aware of it, he really likes that.

Jason: He's a slow goer. You have to seduce him. He likes the motion of that, likes having you come onto him, likes it when you're flirty and a little risqué just for his benefit. Likes when you're self assured, and when you're a little mean with him. He could watch you forever, but to really make him spring into action, you gotta tell him how badly you need him. That'll bring him to your side in a minute.

Tim: milfs. No joke. I think he's pretty attracted to cheery people he can make fun of. Oh, he really likes riling you up. That shit gets him fired up in a second. You're arguing with him and he's got to adjust in his pants, and he won't go down without a fight. He really, really likes bullying you lol He thinks it's so hot when you're annoyed

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Dick: no watersports/scat/blood (vampire universe exempt), and so on and so forth. It's a bit silly that he gets grossed out by it when he's so into cum, but, you know. Another thing is, he can't really be demeaning. It's not that he doesn't want to, but it never... hits? Like, he's unauthentic about it, in a way, and he's much better at praise. So it's not that he won't do it, but that it's a little mid lol

Jason: I don't think he can do CNC. Even if you really wanna, he just can't play the part without going limp. It's not in him to do that to you. He can't bear to hear you plead with him over that, it makes him feel gross and uncomfortable. He'll talk bad to you if you wanna, though.

Tim: breath play. He doesn't like the feeling of his airways being cut off even when he's at his most mindless, it always kickstarts his survival mode, and he can't choke you either because he doesn't trust himself to stop.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Dick: my good man #1 pussy (gn) eater in the house. He will be there hours. His poor cock will weep unendingly and he doesn't give a single fuck. Matter of fact, that first load after he finally slides into you? Best part of the job. Would not like it half as much without the various orgasms he drew out of you. And he's good at it, obviously. Practiced. I think he's also a decent cock sucker (what an image), but he's way more practiced with a pussy.

Jason: he also likes giving more than receiving, but he is soooooo hot when he lets you suck him off. It's the way he can barely hold back, how he falls apart in your mouth. The way his hands fist your hair despite himself, the way he weighs on your tongue. You have to beg him to let you suck him off first, but christ, if it ain't a gift when he acquiesces.

Tim: receiving, I think. I love to think about him sucking a dick, though. Very pretty. But in general, I think he prefers to be sucked off rather than being the one to give. He's fine at it! And he's not one to shy away from it if you wanna, or offer it when in the mood, but he thinks he's better with his fingers anyway, and he wants his mouth free for your nipples.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Dick: he tends to go more for the slow and sensual. It's part of the romantic vein of his style. He gets really close to you. He is also evil and very rarely loses control of himself, so he will fuck you however he wants, not how you beg him to, and because he's got so much experience, he usually has the better idea of how to get you to come.

Jason: i love him. Can't go slow. Okay, technically, he can, but he's got to work really hard at it. He just likes being inside you so much, he slips into that excitement too easily. His way of fucking is very bruising, very felt, much like his feelings. And again. My man loves to watch it jiggle.

Tim: he's the one man who will listen to how you want it. Mostly because he likes being ridden so you're setting the pace. He usually goes for slower rhythms, though, and if he's toying with you, he goes excruciatingly slow. Also knows to speed up exactly when your patience is about to snap.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Dick: again, half the sex he has is quickies so yeah, he likes them lol. I do think they appeal to him as an expression of unbridled want, in the sense of we want each other so much we have no time to savour one another and we still can't help ourselves from having a fleeting taste.

Jason: he dislikes not having time and space to do everything he wants to do, so he is mostly opposed to them. And he is very good at waiting, though the longer he waits, the longer you end up spending in the bedroom. He's also pretty big so he wants to have the room, time wise, to prep you to take him so the slide is easy and pleasurable for you, and the quickies don't afford him the space for that. He'll do it if you come to him real wet, though.

Tim: he thinks they're fun but he's very bad at them in the sense that once he starts doing you, he is very disgruntled that he has to stop. And he always fucking forgets it so he needles you to let him stick the tip in real quick, c'mon, just five minutes and we're done, and then you're having to bite down on his shoulder to pry him away from you before whoever you're waiting for comes in. And he likes the biting, so it's 50/50 whether he actually comes off.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Dick: yep. He's a little more conservative with what he's willing to try, and he doesn't like everything or want to implement it regularly, but he's very open to at least trying it ou. He doesn't come up with a lot of stuff himself, and he doesn't spend time researching on his own, but he'll see something interesting and bring it up next time if he decides he likes it enough to play out.

Jason: Jason has... categories. He's very intuitive when it comes to sex. He kind of already knows what he likes and can go off that knowledge to predict what he will like or not. And he's good at making modifications on things he finds uninteresting to better suit his needs, if you still wanna try. He doesn't like roleplaying in general, for example, but he will pretend you're both strangers so you can pick him up at the bar. Likes bringing you to the bathroom stalls and fucking you there.

Tim: oh yeah. He reads a lot. He's very curious. He'll go on the internet and read manuals, read reviews, take tests, etc. He's also much more likely to fixate on a certain kink for a period of time, or to genuinely incorporate it to his regular sexual life.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Dick: mr. first robin have been a vigilante since i was nine, have never not exercised, etc etc. Yeah. He ain't stopping.

Jason: the fucking pit. He keeps dying and coming back and it's like they pump more cum in his balls every time. Enough said.

Tim: see mr. grayson. I don't know how the spleen affects him, but I doubt he lets it hold him back. He will stop you after a while if you're topping tho. Doesn't like to be sore much. Which doesn't mean he'll stop altogether, you know, he still has a dick.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Dick: he hates your dildo. He's horribly, terribly jealous of it. At first he'd use it to tease you, but then he liked you for real and that thing became his sworn enemy. He despises the fact that he's away so much you have to resort to using it, basically, so it'll always kind of have a place in your bed. He resent a vibrator even more. It's super fucking funny to me. He's game for everything else that doesn't fuck you tho.

Jason: Jay likes gadgets for their ingenuity but I don't really see them coming up too often. A few restraints, blindfolds, maybe a cock ring? He'd like them better if you used some on him rather than him using them on you. He prefers to do the work with his hands and mouth and cock. Good honest work

Tim: I think Tim's game on toys for either participant. He'll make you watch him fuck himself onto a tentacle-shaped dildo, if that's something you're into, and he won't let you touch him. He's a terror with a vibrator, though, particularly if you have a clit? Dude. A remote operated vibe. Anal plugs with tails attached. A fucking machine? Get away from that man. When I say saw trap, I mean it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Dick: horrible. He is awful. Worst of all because he's also so very sweet, and tender, and he plays the fool to lower your guard, and then you're lying there, gasping around his cock for the umpteenth time because he will not let you come yet and nothing you say breaks his nerve, and he just. taunts you. He's also soooooo into walking around looking delectable and playing dumb about it. Sure, man.

Jason: this one is on me, but I love a reader who's just off-handedly disrespectful to him. I always pair him with the brats lol I think he handles that well, by which I mean he strips it down to bone raw frankness which is heady and intimidating (metaphorically, I mean, but also strips down as in naked, I guess). He's quippy, also, as a general rule, but that's two way banter so I don't count it.

Tim: horrible part 2. See: loves to make you cry. See: Loves using toys on you. See: loves torturing you. His nudes are not even explicit, they're just suggestive, but you know intimately what he looks like, so the mere suggestion is enough to drive you mad. And then his fascination with you is never ending. It's a cocktail for great and tortuous diversion.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Dick: soooo talkative this man will not shut up. You're like, my man, you've been speaking for two hours straight, doesn't your throat need any lubrication? And he's like, you're right and swallows when you come. He's a moaner, I think, but not any louder than average. Will play it up if he sees the neighbour eyeing you in the hallway tho lol

Jason: Grunts and gasps and overall very throaty. He murmurs a lot of stuff into your skin. He's not loud, but his voice is a spear right down your groin. He likes speaking against your ear and sometimes it's all you hear. If you top him, and with some very precise loosening, you can get him moaning so so pretty, but it's pretty rare.

Tim: bitch has the most obscene little whimpers. It activates apex predator instinct on you immediately, like a switch being flipped. It's impossible not to bite him when he starts giving the short, breathy moans. Sounds so needy, and when he gets like that, he can barely string a sentence together, which is just mind blowing considering who he is.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Dick: I think Dick has a COMPLICATED relationship with his body. Perhaps it's me projecting a little because I cannot imagine being such a beautiful man and being able to cope with it. First vector to the issue is the fact that this man knows his body from the tip of his toes to the last strand of hair on his head. He is much more in touch with every muscle in his body than the vaaaast majority lf the world, and he has been so since very early in his life. You know that quote from Ursula K. Le Guin, I think, about how dogs don't really conceptualise their size, and cats are the complete opposite, they know exactly where they begin and end and that's why they seem like water sometimes? And then she says dancers also know exactly what they look like, because what they look like is what they do. And that's exactly him, as an acrobat and as a vigilante both. And though he doesn't care much for it, he also knows exactly how well he is regarded for possessing the body that he does. It is flattering, yes, but it is objectifying also. There's not so much the worry that people won't look any deeper than his looks because well, most of the time he doesn't want them to look, and also his loved ones regularly bypass his handsomeness and treat him as a person, so he knows he can live beyond that. Then there is the matter of his continued sexual assault at the hands of Catalina, and the subsequent objectification she subjected him to for the weeks following that first time at the rooftop, which would irrevocably change his relationship to his body. I don't think she ruins it for him, but he does develop, like, a very deep awareness of the power he holds and how easily that can be taken away. There's a lot of deliberation behind his every move, and when he cannot put that much thought into his actions, he freaks. It's also kinda why I headcanon him being so enthralled by so many dub-conish situations, I think it provides him with a playground in which he can explore the extents of his desires and what acting on them means while acknowledging the harm they may create, thus liberating him from the pressure of the worry or the not engaging altogether. I think an instance of mutual non consent (or plain noncon of you, but I don't think most versions of him have it in them) would absolutely obliterate him, and do a lot of bad to his psyche in a way Jay and Tim could withstand much better. He'd think it a moral failure, in a way the other two could resolve, but he'd never forgive himself. It's a point of no return, for Grayson.

Jason: he finds porn really distasteful. He would honest to god rather pay to watch two people go at it than look at a film. He just can't appreciate it for what it is—the stories are corny, the dialogue is cringe, etc etc. I genuinely think my man is on the aspec to some level. He's got a healthy libido, he likes having sex, but it's very person specific. I suppose I'd say demisexual, but I do think he can have casual sex but it's a VERY rare thing for him to feel sexual attraction like that right from the get go.

Tim: he enjoys cross dressing, but he won't go out like that. It's a very personal thing, to him. He strikes me as a dabbler in genderfluidity. If there's something there, he doesn't really care to examine it. He's good at being a man and he's comfortable with it, too, so there's that. But with you, he can just try it out. Of course it's fun to fuck you with a skirt on, but it's not a sex-based thing. And, unrelated but he watches hentai unironically because man's a weeb.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I don't rlly understand this question sbhdhd all those suits are skin tight I think you can tell. I assume this is about cock size cuz we all know Dick's got an ass and Jason's vice president of the perfect titties club with nic coughlan so.

Dick: I think he's a little bigger than usual but nothing that'd give you pause. Well, maybe a little. It's enough to think "that's just unfair" but not to be appalled. Very pretty. Leans slightly to the left. It's got some heft to it, but I wouldn't comment on its girth, and it's very expressive (shshdj?). It twitches a lot, is what I mean.

Jason: fat. So so fat. Fat, heavy, and uncut. Coupled with his full bush—instantly mouthwatering. This one does make you blink a couple times in astonishment. The type that makes you say I don't know if I can't take this but by god, I'm gonna try. He probably has to prep you a decent amount before you can both be comfortable with him inside you. It really fills you up, though and the stretch is craaaazy. Also good balls.

Tim: perfectly average length, longer than it is girthy. Oddly straight. Stupidly pink. Rosy as fuck. Looks like he paid for someone to do his blush this morning, etc. Circumcised. The head is perfect, you always fall for it when he asks you to let him put in just the tip because you like it so much.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Dick: high, like, a bit of a concern type of high. The thing with him is you get him started and you both got time? That's your day. Good fucking luck getting out of there. And then he's the sort of man that can't quite keep his hands to himself also, so it spirals pretty fast because it's hard not to want him when you know he's good and tasty and ready for you.

Jason: Pretty normal. He will be the one to say no, let's just cuddle a couple of times. I think he likes the moment of non-sexual affection a bit more, though they are not in competition. He's got a healthy libido and a fuckton of stamina, so it may seem like a lot at times. He'll fall hook line and sinker every time you set out to seduce him, but he'll drag out the start a lot. He's a fan of foreplay anyway.

Tim: Tim can go weeks without having sex if he's got something to be absorbed in. He'll forgo having sex if necessary, as well, even though he likes it lots. It's kind of how like people forget to eat or drink while they're working and then when they look up and realize they haven't eaten since breakfast and it's 8pm they're ravenous. That's Tim. He will blink and the onslaught of pent up horniness will hit him, and he's like, oh I gotta fuck you for several days straight now. You kinda have to needle him to fuck otherwise if he's got a project going on, and he always stops a moment to get you bouncing on his lap, but you're done and he goes right back to work. When he's got free time, he's such a damn distraction, though. God forbid you don't have any time for him.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Dick: Depends on how tired he's feeling. He usually really refuses to go and its kinda cute seeing him fight with himself when his eyelids are dropping and he's barely kissing you anymore

Jason: he stays awake waaaay past you, likes to watch you as you sleep against him or beside him

Tim: very, but again, you gotta cradle him and lull him

#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x you #jason todd x you #jason todd x reader #tim drake x reader #tim drake x you #dc imagine #satplotdb #the tags make this look insane it's not im just mentioning stuff

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Pop My Cherry!

this is pt. 7! read the rest of the parts here.

Synopsis: your dad's best friend is none other than Toji Fushiguro, and you can't help but wonder what he could do with his hands.

Characters: Toji Fushiguro x fem!reader. Shiu mentioned, not a major character.

Content: Minors Do Not Interact! smut, afab! reader, fem! reader, dad's best friend! Toji, suggestiveness, cursing, inexperienced (ish) reader, reader is a virgin but has done things ya know, female masturbation, male masturbation, mutual masturbation, pet/ affectionate names, age gap (reader is 24, Toji is in his 30s), Toji calls reader (doll, slut, bitch, etc.), big dick! Toji, cunnilingus (f! receiving), jealousy, domestic! Toji lowkey, breeding, rough sex ya’ know

Word Count: 9.7k-ish

Trigger Warning: emetophobia. mentions of getting sick, reader doesn’t actually get sick but yeah. I will be putting a break in the text so you can scroll through if you don’t wanna read it🫶

Notes: ladies, gentlemen, both, neither, and all the others, ITS TIMMMMEEEE!!🗣️❌✋the moment you and I have all been waiting for. please please please (Sabrina?) enjoy, and as always, ignore any spelling/grammar errors, I proofread but I’m usually high while doing that so ya’know. lemme know what you think!! love always, fruit punch ❤️‍🔥🧃

You stretch out your hands to find a cold, empty bed beside you. You were definitely wasted last night, but not so much so that you don’t remember falling asleep in Toji’s arms. You turn around to find your phone, confused by the layout of Toji’s bedroom. There was no table on your side, so you huff while you sit up. Your head is spinning and you needed some Tylenol and water ASAP.

(TW: mentions of being sick, skip ahead if you don’t wanna read!)

Oh shit. Your mouth just started watering. You didn’t drink much, but were you really about to get sick? Your heart is pounding in your ears and you were sweating onto the sheets below you. You think you remember where the bathroom is, jumping to your feet before you get sick in the bed.

You covered your mouth with your hands as you burst through the bathroom door. You grab onto the side of the toilet bowl so hard your knuckles turn white. You try your hardest to steady your breathing, one big breath in through your nose and out through your mouth.

(all clear!)

You think it’s finally passed you when you realize the shower is running. So that’s where Toji went.

“Oh shit, hold up,” you hear him say before he’s stepping out of the shower with soap still on his body. You were fine at this point but Toji still grabs your hair regardless, rubbing on your back as he whispers in your ear.

“Sorry, didn’t leave, jus’ wanted to get ready. Got some errands to run. Are you good?”

Toji was being sweet enough that you were starting to feel upset about your new semester. You didn’t think you two would ever date, but it was nice spending time with him.

“Yeah, m’okay I think. Sorry, I thought I was getting sick,” you tell him as he’s ‘sshhh’-ing you, helping you stand back up.

“I’d hug you but I’m covered in soap,” he starts, before you ask if you two can shower together.

“U-uh sure, but don’t get any ideas. We’ve got a long day ahead of us and I don’t wanna’ go rushin’ anything,” he says as he’s turning around to turn the water back on. He’s testing the water with his big hands, checking to see if the temperature is suitable to his liking. You can’t help but admire his musculature, noting how the soapy water runs down his impressive back muscles. Even his butt was muscular, which surprised you given that it still looked pretty juicy. You felt a little bold, given that Toji has now seen you at pretty much your worst. You reach your hand out, lightly tapping his ass cheek as he whips around.

“Girl what are ya’ doin?” He asks with a light giggle.

“Just admirin’ the view s’all,” you respond, laughing with him as you two step into the shower. You felt weak and your hands were a little shaky, signaling that you definitely needed some electrolytes.

Toji rinsed himself off then he lets you take a turn in the water, and feeling the warm water run down your face makes you feel ten times better than a few minutes ago. You felt so covered in filth from last night and you are aching to feel clean again.

Toji moves closer to you, wrapping his warm hands around your waist. He starts kissing your shoulder, then your neck, onto your chest, your sternum, and finally your lips. Your hands are on his chest as you kiss him back enthusiastically, feeling somewhat safe for the first time in a while. You were scared of the feelings you started to develop in the last few days. It was too soon to tell if you liked him like that, but you knew that you enjoyed being in his presence.

He deepens the kiss as he pulls you into him, leaving no space between your bodies. He sucks on your bottom lip as he pulls off, asking you a question you knew was coming.

“Ya’know we’re not fuckin’ after this, right doll?”

You can’t help but pout and ask why as if you didn’t know the answer already.

“I said I gotta run some errands and you’re comin’ with me. Plus, I gotta’ at least attempt to make it special for ya’,” he says, trying not to blush as he thinks about taking you for the first time. He pictured you underneath him, your beautiful (fair/tan/dark) skin all flushed and radiant as you whine for him to give it to you. Fuck. He felt a rush of blood surge to his dick, making him grow harder by the second. He curses his active imagination as he watches your hand snake down his stomach.

“Did ya’ not hear me? I said we’re waitin’,”

He grabs your wrist, completely enveloping it in his large palm.

“B-But please. Let me take care of you, baby, please,” you all but beg, hoping you’d get him riled up enough that he’d finally have his way with you. He loosens his grip on your wrist and you take the opportunity to snatch your hand back, immediately putting it around the base of his now fully hard cock.

“Shit, b-baby, please, n-need to wait,” he stammers, taken aback from the sudden contact. Toji woke up with a raging hard-on, opting to go take a shower before he fucked you in your sleep. You looked so pretty sitting there, finally calm after the wild night you two had. You had pushed the covers down just enough for your tits to spill out, leaving them on full display for Toji. It took everything in him not to wrap his lips around your nipple and suck until you woke up.

“We don’t have to do anything after, jus’ wanna help you out,” you say, laying it on thick as you poke your bottom lip out, giving him the best puppy dog eyes you can manage. You draw your hand back, stopping to circle your palm on his tip. Toji may have been a hard, macho man, but he was truly a softie (for you). He dropped his head, eyes transfixed on your movements. You were running your hand on his tip over and over, drawing the most sinful sounds from his lips. He was whining and grunting for you, begging you to slow down.

“B-baby, please. Don’t wanna cum, wanna’ save it for you,” he whimpers, tossing his head back. The water streaming past your shoulders was now hitting the tip of his cock, making him twitch with every touch. It took every cell he possessed to reach down and remove your hands, effectively edging himself harder than he ever had before.

You try to fight back to no avail. You know Toji has never used his full strength on you, but even at 20%, you were completely powerless. You gasp when Toji pushes you against the shower wall as he starts to devour your neck, keeping both of your hands trapped above your head. He’s fondling your tits as his length jabs into your stomach. You think the fun is nearly over as you watch Toji fall to his knees, licking his lips at the sight of your pretty cunt glistening in the water for him.

He truly could never get enough of you. Your pussy was so gorgeous, basically begging to be eaten. It was going to take an insane amount of self-restraint to not fuck you in the shower, especially after seeing your face when he dropped to his knees. You looked so hungry for him, so ready for him to take such good care of you. You thread your hands in his wet hair as you wait for him to ruin you.

“Don’t get too needy, jus’ wanna’ admire you for a second,” he says as he plants a kiss to your mound. You whine at the sudden contact waiting for him to take all of him.

“This cunt is perfect, I mean seriously I’ve never seen a pussy this gorgeous before,” he continues, kissing your slit being careful not to dip his tongue in yet.

“So tight, always so fuckin wet f’me, so desperate for my dick. You drive me fuckin’ insane, ya’know that right?” He gives you no time to respond before he’s kissing up your thighs and pushing them apart. He takes his thumb and runs it down your slit before he’s pushing it onto your clit, running small circles where you needed it the most. Hearing that little ‘oh’ you made as he finally touched you made his body a thousand degrees hotter. He couldn’t take another second before he tasted you, diving in headfirst so he could make out with your pussy.

“T-Toji, ohhmyyygooood, p-please,” you cry out, so desperate for his touch you were shaking. This was the second time this man was on his knees for you, tasting every inch of your pussy like he needed to remember the layout with his tongue. He was feral for you, moaning into your pussy while he consumed you, stimulating you in the best way with the vibrations produced by his voice.

“Ya’ wanna cum, doll?”

Your orgasm was near enough and you were so desperate for your release. This god of a man sat beneath you, green eyes looking into yours as he skillfully brings you so close to the edge.

You were a whining mess above him, and he needed that sound to be the only thing he ever heard again. Not taking a second away from your pussy, he reached to the left and turns the water off completely, which allowed your beautiful sounds to echo in the bathroom uninterrupted.

“Y-yes, pleaseplease baby please let me cum,” you beg, so close to cumming you feel like your legs might give out. Toji had full intentions on edging you as punishment for edging him, and he almost lost his resolve hearing you beg for him. He wanted to give you that and more. He needed you to feel all of him, not just his tongue, not just his fingers. Toji needed to give you what you so desperately begged for. He wanted to see your pretty pink pussy swallowing him whole with tears in your eyes as you tell him it’s ‘too big’. He needed all of this and more, and he’d give it to you…later.

You feel your vision start to turn black as you are overcome with the sensation of your impending orgasm. You’re fully humping into Toji’s mouth as he lets you use him like a toy. You’re so so close until Toji gives your clit one last harsh suck, before he pulls off with a smile.

“T-Toji, what the fu-“

For some reason he hated hearing swears come out of your mouth. It burned him up and yet made him feel so weak for you. He’s starting to think that everything about you makes him feel a similar way, too.

“Watch it brat. I didn’t get to cum, so neither do you. Let’s finish up, yeah?”

Now this was the second time that the man on his knees edged you. You were starting to think this was one of his kinks because it’s happened twice now. He even seemed to like when you did it to him. But you do remember his words from last night. Maybe he’d make it up to you by letting you cum in his mouth, on his fingers, and on his dick later.

You two finish the shower, Toji offering you a helping hand (or two) when it came time to lather up your tits. He really was a pervert.

You step out the shower, freezing your ass off as he grabs you a towel. You wrap yourself up snug. Toji’s towels were big enough that you could wrap them around you twice and still have some fabric left over. You take advantage of this, wrapping the towel completely around your shoulders too.

“Comfy?”

You responded with a cheery ‘yep!’ as you two head back to his bedroom.

“What’s the plan for today? Ya’know, we could always fuck now and later!” You slay enthusiastically.

“You think you can handle my dick twice? I’ll be surprised if you last two minutes the first time. I’ve felt how tight you are on my fingers so you’ll be lucky if it even fits.”

“Well you’re the one that said you wanted me to prove if it fits. Why not try now?”

He walks over to your side of the room, a harsh expression covering his face.

“I said no, woman. Keep askin’ and the only thing gettin’ fucked tonight is your pretty throat,” he spits, rolling his eyes at your little gasp you let out.

“You never answered my question by the way. What’s the plan, Stan?”

He laughs at your stupid rhyme, letting you know that he had to pick up some stuff for work, get your lashes, and get some lunch.

“Oh okay. We really don’t have to get the lashes, I’m just going back to school anyways. And what do you have to get for work? I mean I still don’t even know what you do. Also, there’s this really good burger spot up the road if you wanna try it!”

Toji looks at you rambling as he turns the volume knob ever so slowly to the right. He hits you with a ‘ya’done?’, laughing when you hit his shoulder. He tries to play the nonchalant, laidback role but in reality, he could not be more obsessed with you. It was all rooted in lust, but he still can’t help but think about you telling him about your day while he eats you out. He knew that even if you went back to school, he would never have pussy so good again. And he hasn’t even had you properly yet.

You arrive to a fenced-in warehouse that appeared to be abandoned. You see a black car, similar to the one Toji is in, sitting inside of a barren garage.

Toji pulls up to the gate, parking parallel to the fence.

“Look, I’ll be back in two minutes tops, do not go anywhere. Call me if you need me, don’t do anything stupid.”

He doesn’t even get the chance to hear your response before he’s slamming the door, trotting up to the gate to be let in. He makes it to the garage, hoping to see the payment he was promised.

A black duffel bag is tossed onto the floor, a cloud of dust rising from it.

“Count it.”

To which he did. It was $1k short.

“Shiu come on man. Where’s the rest of it?”

The other man shakes his head, cursing himself for being so stupid.

“Look, someone saw me on the last job I did so I had to pay ‘em off, it wasn’t my fault I swear. Someone ratted me out.”

Toji thinks hard about what to say next. He knew Shiu to be a little bastard sometimes, skimming from the top of the bucket when it came to their payouts. But he also knew it’s been about 2 minutes already and he was worried about the wrong person coming up to the car while he was gone.

“Fuck it. But you owe me drinks, yeah?” He says, grabbing the back and spinning on his heels before walking out.

“O-Oh, okay yeah, sure. Tomorrow?”

“Nope, I’ll be busy,”

“Next week then, swear.”

Toji gives him a thumbs up before he heads out of the garage, eager to see your smiling face again.

Toji walks back to the car, popping the trunk before he throws the bag into it. He hops back in the driver’s side to see a very frustrated woman.

“Why is there a fucking gun in here?!”

Jesus Christ. He should have known better than to trust you not to rummage through his shit.

“Language, god. And why are you lookin’ through my shit?”

Was he serious? I mean you knew he wasn’t one to think too hard but come on.

“Maybe because you said you had to get something from work, then you drive me to the middle of nowhere at this Amazon lookin’ ass warehouse and get a duffel bag from this guy and put it in the truck like it never happened!”

Toji can’t help but laugh. You were so concerned and worry was plastered on your face. You tried so hard to be angry with him, but you looked so cute when you got upset. The comment about the Amazon warehouse sent him, having him nearly doubled over from laughing.

“It’s not fucking funny! At least tell me why you have a gun in here, please Toji.”

“Okay okay, phew, sorry. You’re just cute when you’re mad,”

You roll your eyes, nonverbally demanding an explanation.

“Look, if you wanna know what I do for work, you have to promise not to freak out. Like swear on everything you love, because you don’t understand how bad I need to have you tonight. And I won’t let this ruin that,” he admits, patiently waiting for you to decide what your answer would be. You do enjoy hearing Toji say he needs you, and you felt the same too. At the end of the day, you know he would never hurt you, so you tell him to go ahead.

“Okay, but you promised not to freak out. I’m an assassin,” he admits, scanning your face for any sign of disapproval.

Was he serious? It would explain the gun and the large duffel bag.

“An assassin? What is this, 2003?”

Toji feels himself release a breath he didn’t know he was holding. You may not have been happy with his answer, but you were feeling okay enough to make a joke, which was a good sign in his eyes.

“So you don’t care?” He asks, hoping to hear a loud and resounding ‘nope!’ so you two can continue on with your day.

“Oh no I care. I just figured you’d say something like hit man or contract killer. Assassin is so old school,” you say, still a little wary of his career.

He rolls his eyes at your response, opting to put the car in drive with his foot still on the brake.

“So do you just kill anyone that they pay you to?”

Toji sighs, hoping you wouldn’t have any further questions for him.

“I used to when I was young and needed the money. Now I just try to kill the ‘bad guys’. Ya’know, murderers, rapists, pedos, etc.”

“Wouldn’t that make you a murderer, though?”

Oh bless you.

“You could have called me that well before I started this job. Got anymore questions for me, love? Startin’ to get hungry.”

“What if I had someone in mind that I thought should die.”

Weird question, he thinks, but not out of the ordinary.

“Well I’d kill him then, no questions asked,” he says as he slowly starts to pull out of the vacant lot.

“Who said it was a man?”

“Okay, same shit. I’d kill whoever it was,” he explains, not really caring about the nuances of who he wants you to kill. “You really got someone? I could do it tomorrow, if you need-“

Oh, he was fucking serious. You saw a little glint in his eyes signaling he might have been excited to sort out your request. You had no one in mind of course, opting to drop it before he gets a little too carried away.

“Oh god no, I don’t have anyone. Just wanted to see if you’d do it for me,” you say, not expecting his response.

“Girl, I’d do a lot more than you realize.”

You two arrive to the nearest ulta as he ushers you in, telling you to find your lashes while he roams the store. He circles back around to find you stuck on which pair of lashes to get.

“Help me pick, pleaaaase! These are really cute but they’re kind of expensive. And these are cute too but I don’t even need two pairs so I just don’t know.”

“Here, lemme’ see,” he says, grabbing the two pairs from your hand. You failed to notice the basket Toji brought with him, filled with two colognes, two perfumes, some makeup remover, and face wash.

He grabs the two lashes from you and walks to the counter, not giving you anytime to catch up to him.

“T-Toji don’t get both pairs I really don’t need them. What’s all this other stuff?”

He starts placing the items on the counter, smiling at the cashier as he explains himself.

“Well, I just got paid. You needed makeup remover and face stuff last night and I didn’t have it. Plus, these smelled good and I want you to wear ‘em for me, yeah?”

You were blushing so hard and the cashier took notice, telling one of her friends she needed a man like yours. Was he yours? No one had ever casually dropped hundreds of dollars on you before. Besides the money, no one had really gotten you anything in general. Previous boyfriends always forgot birthdays or didn’t last long enough to celebrate it, always breaking up right before to avoid the awkward confrontation if they didn’t have a good present.

The cashier states the total quietly.

“Alrighty, that’ll beeee… $660.50”

Toji lets out a ‘hm’, digging in his pockets. He pulls out $1k and unwraps the band around the stack, dropping $700 on the counter like it was a $20 bill.

The cashier hands him his change and he tells her to throw the receipt away. You two walk out of the store, hearing the women behind the counter giggling and fawning over ‘your man’.

“Toji, you really didn’t have to do that. It was so much fucking money,”

“Baby, please watch your mouth around me. It makes me wanna’ do bad things to you. And I just got paid, so lemme’ do what I want with my hard earned money, okay?”

“What kinda bad things?” You can’t help but ask, still too eager for him since this morning.

“Things we might get to one day, when you’re ready. Not tonight. Don’t want ya’ gettin’ any bright ideas.”

He says, walking over to the passenger side to open the door for you. You were starting to get used to the princess treatment, ready to enjoy every moment of kindness he offers before tonight. You hoped the sweet, kind man you were spending your morning with was not invited to the bedroom tonight. You wanted him to have his way with you and use you like a toy, albeit your first time.

You thank him as he hops in the driver’s side, starting to drive to a nearby boutique. He didn’t tell you he had plans to buy you clothes. He wanted to buy you everything, clothes, shoes, lingerie, makeup, even personal hygiene items. He liked the feeling of having money and being able to share that with someone.

You two arrive and you shot him a questioning look, thinking you were supposed to be at a restaurant. “Why are we at this clothes shop? Thought you were hungry,” you ask, before he is swiftly on the other side of the car, opening your door for you.

“Well doll, seeing’ as you’re wearing my old t-shirt and a pair of sweats I had when I was twenty, I thought it’s only fair if we get you somethin’ cute to wear to lunch.” You nod your head in agreement. You didn’t want to come off as greedy, but the baggy top and bottoms that were dragging the floor was not a good look.

You walk into the store, and there’s a good mixture of cute, casual clothes, and attire that was more appropriate for a fancy event. Toji tells you to find something nice as you watch him walk to the front counter. You see him pulling out his wallet and slipping her a bill, while she nods her head with a smile before walking to the changing rooms. You tried to not question the man as you pile in your arms dress after dress, a couple of pants and a few shirts.

Toji comes back over, taking all the clothes from your hands and throwing them over his shoulders. “What was that about up there?” You ask, hoping he’ll give you an explanation instead of calling you a brat and telling you you’ll find out later.

“Well I didn’t want anybody else back there lookin’ at my girl, so I asked if she could make sure my private show stays private,” he says with a smirk, watching as your face turns beet red. You should have known it was for something along those lines. You always caught Toji gawking at you, looking you up and down and studying every feature of yours like he was paid to.

“Okay, pervert. Think I’m about done,” you say, giggling as he grabs your hand to lead you to the fitting rooms. He pulls open the curtain for you and much to his liking, there were no other patrons left in the back. You grab the items, opting to get dressed behind the curtain so Toji didn’t ravish you in a retail store.

Toji pulls open the dressing room curtain while you ask him what he thinks. You had on a light blue sundress, one that cupped your tits so that they sat high on your chest. The dresses ruffles covered just enough of your backside to leave Toji itching to run his hands just underneath it. It was adorned with little blue bows and it had a white ribbon that was laced to the corset back. You step out, asking Toji for a hand to tighten up the back.

He’s scrolling through his phone, trying to keep his cool while he watches his clothes you were wearing drop to the floor underneath the curtain. Looking through the items you had picked out had him excited in more ways than one. Especially —

“That dress,” he thinks aloud as you step out of the dressing room, asking him some question that he doesn’t have the capacity to hear right now. He walks towards you, piecing together that you need the back of the dress tied up. He grabs the ribbon, tightening it before he tries his best to make a knot without ripping the flimsy silk material.

“Toji, it’s supposed to be a bow not a military knot,” you giggle, looking behind you in the mirror to see a much too tight knot in place of a cute, dainty bow. He manages a laugh before he sits back down, running his hands over his thighs while he tries to think of anything other than bending you over in that dress behind the curtain.

You ask him again, failing to realize that he is too lost in thought to hear you. “Hellloooo,” you say with a wave, “are you there? I asked if you liked it, silly.”

“Do I like it? Are you fuckin’ kidding? You gotta take that off and try something else because I don’t know if we’ll make it to lunch while you’re wearin’ that,” he admits, trying not to blush as he pictures you sitting on his face, completely buried under the pretty blue fabric.

You slam the curtain shut again, smiling at the thought of Toji taking care of you in the dressing room. You wanted to wear something more casual and comfortable anyways, and you didn’t take Toji as the type to eat at fancy restaurants. You slid on a pair of dark blue jeans that were snug on your waist, and accentuated your hips and thighs. You throw on a fitted white baby tee and a pair of white sneakers you had grabbed earlier. You step out, asking if this was better.

Jesus, better? He didn’t know which was worse. Seeing you in that dress made him want to ravish you. But seeing you in those jeans that were glued tight to your juicy thighs, plump ass and sinful waist had him reeling too. You looked completely casual and still so goddamn hot, it was insane to him how you made him feel. He was sure you could walk out with a trash bag on and he’d gush at how good you look.

“That’s perfect, doll,” he says with a kiss to your head. Toji asks, no, tells you to grab all of the clothes you’d tried on for him and head to the car.

“Don’t you have to pay?”

“I told her to ring up everything you picked up and I gave her my card. I’ll meet you out there. Keep this on,” he says, rubbing his hand over the swell of your ass in those jeans.

You two head out on your final errand of the day, the one that you both have been anxiously waiting for. You were starving and so was he, and you desperately needed something to drink.

Your food finally arrives at the table. You both ordered a popular sandwich on the menu with a water, desperately needing food and hydration. You two hardly speak during the meal, too desperate for a full belly to bother with words. Toji finishes much quicker than you, rubbing his belly after he wipes his mouth. He continues watching you eat, making you feel like a deer in headlights. You told him not to stare as it was rude.

“Can’t help it, doll. You’re just too cute.”

You finish the last bite of your sandwich, nearly choking on it after hearing his words. You thought he’d say something about how he wished you ate his dick like that, but his wholehearted compliment was very unexpected.

He drops a fifty on the table before you two leave, knowing all too well that the meal only came out to $20. He opens the door for you before he’s reaching down to hold your hand.

“Oh. Didn’t take you as the PDA type Toji.”

He smirks, “Holding hands is PDA now? I’d gladly fuck you in front of that entire restaurant if you wanted me to.”

“Jesus, no of course not. Just didn’t take you as the type to hold hands.”

He nods his head in agreement, “Well, usually I’m not. But I like you. Your hands are soft. Plus, I don’t want you gettin’ lost.”

“Lost in the parking lot?”

“Yeah doll. All that weed smoke might have rotted your brain so I never know,” he says with a laugh as he pats your head. He opens the car door for you yet again, giving your ass a light tap before you step in.

You two make it back to Toji’s apartment, having successfully finished all of the errands for the day. Toji yawns as he drops the bags on the counter.

“Might need a nap, doll. M’always sleepy after lunch,” he states, stretching his arms over his head before he’s pulling his shirt off.

A nap? Was he serious? You were ready to finally fuck, and you’d been thinking about it literally all day. A nap wouldn’t hurt, but you were still frustrated from your time in the shower.

“A nap after lunch? I can’t tell if that’s old man behavior or baby behavior,” you say, walking to join him on the couch.

“Might be both, I dunno’. Come here,” he beckons you close to him, making room for you to be the little spoon.

You find your spot on the couch after taking off your jeans, backing into Toji’s warm abdomen as you hum in satisfaction. He was so warm, almost like a space heater. He wasn’t hard (yet) but you kept pushing your plump ass into his crotch, hoping for any sort of reaction out of him.

That is until you hear him snore. This old fogey was already asleep. You were starting to feel like maybe he didn’t want to have sex with you, either that or he was coming up with a way to let you down easy. Regardless, you couldn’t help but let your mind drift as your eyes slowly closed. A nap wouldn’t hurt, right?

It wouldn’t hurt if it wasn’t three hours long. You had to go back to university very soon, and you knew Toji probably had work tonight. You awake to him still asleep behind you. You try your best to turn around and not wake the older man. You snake your hand under his arm, wrapping it around his back. You attempt to pull him closer to you. You take your left leg and wrap it over his hip, pulling his groin closer to yours.

He was still fast asleep, looking awfully peaceful for once. You press your lips to his, hoping to interrupt his beauty sleep. You continue this until his eyes are starting to open, and he kisses you back with fervor.

He wastes no time grabbing your ass, pulling you impossibly close to his now half-hard cock. He had waited long enough. Done all the things he thought he should have. But he was aching for release at this point.

You gasp as he pulls you in closer, deciding to deepen the kiss by pressing your hot tongue into his mouth. He can’t help but comply, allowing you to kiss him further as he returns the favor.

You two stay wrapped up like this for a while, kissing and moaning into each other’s mouths. Toji pulls away, earning a pout from yours truly.

“Look, y/n. I want you. So fuckin’ bad. But I don’t mind waitin’ if you need to. Just as long as you’re waiting on me to pop your cherry and not someone else, I’ll wait as long as I have to,” he says earnestly. He wants to make this special, and he’s scared it would be a one off fling if he didn’t take it seriously.

“No, n-no Toji, I want this really bad. With you only, I swear. I-I think I’m ready.”

And that was all the permission he needed.

Toji flips you over on the couch, sitting you back on the arm of the sofa before he’s pulling your pants down.

“Let me get you ready for me, okay baby? Why don’t ya’ see if you can squirt on my face again?”

Fuck. This was actually happening. This man that outright spoiled you all morning was now about to consume every part of you.

He licks his lips before he dives in deep, needing to taste every inch of your wetness.

“S’good for me, so fuckin’ wet every time.”

He says, lapping you up like he was paid to. He flattens his tongue over your clit, circling it in an intoxicating way.

“T-Toji, yesss, please jus’ like that.” You ask, reaching your hands down to grab his hair. You take your other hand and put it on his cheek, using all your leverage to pull him close to you.

He pulls off, telling you, “don’t get greedy now. I’ll give you what ya’ want, trust me.”

He says before he continues working on your pussy, needing to make you cum for him. He wastes no time seeing as you were already so wet for him. He takes his middle finger and prods your entrance, pulling a gasp from your lips.

“Please,” is all you have time to say before he’s shoving his finger inside you. The stretch was still there, but his work on your clit was helping you open up to him fully. You felt your orgasm approaching, so desperate for release after being edged not once, but twice by this man. You’re honestly scared he might do it again, until he starts curling his finger while inside you. The sensations were pushing you over the edge as you try not to crush Toji’s head with your thighs, exclaiming to him that you were cumming.

He feels you pulse and clench around his finger and the thought of you doing that on top of him has him spitting precum in his boxers. Speaking of you being on top of him, he has an idea.

“Done already?” you ask, breathless as Toji sits up in front of you. He tells you to get up to which you obey, awaiting his commands. You watch him lay back down on the couch (hopefully not for another nap)

“Come here, love. Come sit on my face. Use me to feel good,” he says, a blush rising up his face that you wish you could remember forever.

“Wait, r-really? That’s so embarrassing though, what if I suffocate you?”

Toji rolls his eyes so hard they might be stuck. “You barely weigh anything. I’d like to see you try. I’m serious, try your hardest to suffocate me with that pussy and I’ll be a happy man.”

You see how eager he is for you, both in his eyes and his pants. You slowly take a step to the couch, throwing your legs around his head. You sit back, almost sitting on his chest. That wouldn’t do.

“Told ya’ to put that pussy on me, girl. You need to listen,” he says before he’s grabbing your ass and yanking you close to him, making you sit entirely on his face. The new sensations and the ability to take control of your own pleasure was too much for you. You already felt your knees get weak when Toji starts to lick you up and down again.

You are falling apart above him, head thrown back in pure ecstasy as he pleases you to the best of his ability. He’s working two thick fingers inside you now, curling them with every thrust.

“Look at me when ya’ cum, need t’see you,” he says, muffled by your plush thighs and plump pussy.

Your orgasm was rushing in much sooner than you expected, that familiar snap breaking in your stomach as you gush all over his face. You look down at him, watching him drink in your release with a smile on his face. He withdraws his fingers, giving them a long suck before he’s kissing your clit, giving you one final lick to clean you up.

He pushed you off of him, sitting you in his lap.

“Come taste baby. S’good”

He says before shoving his tongue into your mouth. You two stay entangled like this for a moment, kissing each other with a fever. He continues undressing you, mouth immediately latching to your nipple as his hand kneads the other one. You moan for him, telling him he’s so good for you. Toji didn’t think he’d care about receiving praise from anyone, let alone you. Now it was his goal to make you praise him again. He’d earn that praise in due time.

You reach down to palm him through his sweats, earning a grunt from the man below you. You free him from him boxers, hand wrapping around the tip of his heavy cock. You slowly start to stroke him, spitting in your hand for extra lubrication. He’s groaning underneath you, but in his lip hard as he watches your every move.

You start to move off of him, wanting to feel him in your mouth before he’s grabbing your waist to keep you planted on his lap.

“If you put that mouth on me I’m gonna’ cum. We’ll do it later. I just need your pussy on me, please baby. So fuckin’ tired of waitin’,” he basically begs. You were so nervous for this part, but you were more than ready. You noticed how the women looked in porn, always so fucked out of it and overwhelmed with pleasure. You wanted to be the one grabbing the sheets as you moan for the man fucking you for once.

“I don’t wanna wait anymore either, Toji. So… how do you want to do it?” You ask, trying not to make this anymore awkward than it was already.

“Wan’ you to ride me, baby. Can you do that f’me? If I take control right now I’m scared I’ll break you,” he says, fully intent on having you take the lead, at least for now.

“What if I’m not good, though?” You ask, unable to stop comparing yourself to the probably many women that came before you.

“You’re gonna’ be perfect, baby. Please. Don’t wanna’ hurt you,” and while you wouldn’t mind if he did hurt you, maybe later would be a better time for some rough treatment.

You take a deep breath as you bring him closer to your entrance. He’s essentially holding his breath, analyzing your every move. You run the tip along your folds, earning a moan from the both of you. You line him up with your entrance, suddenly quite terrified of the stretch he’d give you. He was so much bigger than just his fingers and even that took a while to get used to.

You sink onto his tip, excruciatingly slow.

“Oh-Ohmygod,” he spits out, in disbelief at how tight and wet you were.

“S’big, T-Toji, fuck,” you say, no longer caring if you say a few curse words in his presence. He tells you to go slow as you finally push the rest of his tip in. You felt so full already and you still had so much more to take. You try to sink down onto him fully, his hands on your waist holding you steady as you take another inch. The stretch was so extreme and you felt like he was splitting you in half. You didn’t know if you’d even be able to take all of him. You were sweating and coming apart above him and he’d never seen something so pretty. Here he was, finally popping your cherry. You were so tight it almost hurt how hard you were pulsing and clenching around him.

“Need you to relax baby, I know it’s a lot but you can take it, promise,” he says, running his hand down your waist to play with your clit. He rubs circles on your bud slowly, helping you relax a little on top of him. You start to take another inch, slowly pushing yourself onto him further. You underestimated how helpful Toji was being playing with your clit, and you were able to take two more inches before you had to stop.

“Fuck, yeah there ya’ go baby. S’good for me, takin’ me so well,” he says, in disbelief at how good you feel. He could pass away right now and die the happiest man. You felt so heavenly clamped around him. Your face was so red and sweaty, eyes boring holes into his skin as he reaches up to suck on your nipple. The movement made him push into you even further, the unexpected stretch feeling somewhat pleasurable as you whine on top of him.

You felt close already with his skillful fingers working on your clit the way he was. You didn’t expect to cum again, at least not for a while. You want to be able to take all of him, so you continue pushing yourself down on his member as he draws you to your third orgasm.

“P-Please, y/n. Need to feel you cum on me, please I’ll fuckin’ die without it,” he says so desperately as he quickens his movements on your clit.

You slowly start to rock your hips into his hand, chasing your orgasm and relishing in the feeling of Toji’s hard cock pushing into your sweet spot. It felt so different than his fingers and you were sure his fingers may never be enough again.

You only had a little of him left before you had taken him fully. With a couple more strokes of his fingers, you were cumming and clamping around him.

“T-Toji, fuck, cumming. Please, fuck, please give it me, can’t do it m-myself, please” you ramble above him, needing him to give you the rest of his dick as you came undone for him.

Those words were simply music to his ears. He brings you to your orgasm as you beg him to shove the rest of his length in. He keeps rubbing your clit as he’s wrapping his arm all the way around your waist, impaling you down onto his cock. You came so hard, he thought you might push his dick out. The feeling alone had him almost breeding your sweet pussy. He finally bottoms out as you look at him like all the breath was ripped from your lungs. The feeling of his heavy balls pushing against your ass as he pushes almost fully into you had you seeing white. Your orgasm was still crashing into you, making you squeeze entirely too tightly around his cock.

“H-Holy shit, y/n, so fucking tight. Need ya’ to move for me, can you do that baby?”

You nod at him with an ‘mmhm’, finally feeling adjusted enough to his size to move. You pull your hips up, basking in the feeling of his member filling you to the brim. You pull off just enough for only the tip to be left inside you, shoving yourself back down on his cock with a loud gasp. Toji’s dick curved upward in such a way that he was pushing into your g-spot with each thrust.

“There ya’ go baby, nice and slow jus’ like that. So fucking good, you’re doin’ so good for me, y/n,” he says, and you love the feeling of your name leaving his lips. You continue moving up and down on top of him, mostly using your full body to move. You pick up a decent pace, moaning out little ah! ah! ah!’s as he starts to meet your thrusts. You felt another orgasm sneaking up on you, Toji’s dick pushing into your gummy walls and hitting your spot with every thrust.

“Feel good, huh? Gonna cum for me while ya’ bounce on this cock? Tell me who’s pussy this is and I’ll think about lettin’ you cum,” He demands, much too eager for you to cum all over his lap.

You felt your knees start to give out and your legs are starting to shake. Even if Toji wasn’t so big, you weren’t used to bouncing up and down like this. You plant your hands on Toji’s firm chest, wanting to feel his heartbeat as you take him like the good girl you are. Your hands wander as you rake your fingers over his nipple, hearing him whine for you as a pretty pink hue covers his cheeks. You sink down fully on his cock, grinding your hips since your legs were so tired. The hair at the base of his cock was tickling your clit as you grinding on top of him slowly, moaning into his mouth the entire time.

You reach your head down, latching your lips around his nipple as you lick and suck him. You fail to release the mistake you made as Toji grabs your hips and starts to piston his hips into you. You release your hold on him, instead opting to grab onto his big arms for balance. You are nearly screaming above him as he fucks into you with a furosity you didn’t know he had. All that could be heard was the sounds you two were making and the loud plap! plap! plap! of his balls hitting your ass with every thrust.

“You — you look s’cute on top of me. Am I gonna make you cum, huh baby?” He says with a huff, trying desperately to keep his pace up as he pounds into you.

You were too far gone. Your orgasm was nearly here as Toji absolutely abuses your poor cunt.

“Y-Yes, m’gonna cum for you. You f-feel, fuck, s’good daddy. You own this pussy, s’all yours”

Toji nearly came from hearing those words leave your lips. He increases his pace, fucking you brutally through your orgasm. Your pussy was a vice around his cock as you push him fully out of you, squirting all over his cock and chest. You were chanting his name as you came down from your high.

He has to regrettably pull out of you for fear of cumming too soon, instead flipping you over. You sat on the couch on your hands and knees, looking behind you to see him admiring the view.

“Stop s-starin’,” you whine, feeling much too exposed in front of him. Toji pulls his boxers off and throws them to the side, fully stroking himself before he lines himself up with your entrance.

You feel Toji’s hand on the back of your head, pushing you deep into the couch. You were now just as he wanted you, face down, ass up. He slowly pushes into you with a long, drawn-out ‘fuuuuck’.

“Still so fuckin’ wet f’me doll. Never had pussy so good, so fuckin’ tight, shit. And those cute little noises you’re makin’ aren’t helpin’,” he admits as he bottoms out entirely.

You whine underneath him, this new position making you take every last inch of him. He was so deep now he was practically in your womb. He pulls all the way out before he’s harshly thrusting all the way back in, all his self-control seemingly thrown out of the window.

He couldn’t help but fuck you the way he thought you needed. He could tell by the way your face lit up when he took control earlier that you wanted him to ruin you. He promised many times that he’d make you feel good and that he’d fuck you within an inch of your life, and he was a man of his word.

He’s pounding into you now with a brutal grip on the fat of your hips, surely hard enough to leave a bruise. You were nearly crying underneath him with the way he was slamming into you, meeting his hips with your pelvis with every thrust.

“Pussy’s so fuckin’ deep baby, yeah? Nobody’s ever taken this much of me, n’look at you. Doin’ so good, honey,” he says, unable to prescreen the words leaving his mouth. He’s fucking into you at an excruciating pace right before he slows up, reaching down to grab a fistful of your hair. He grabs it right at your scalp, careful not to yank too hard as he’s pulling you back to his chest.

He’s wrapping his arms around you, grabbing all over your tits and your waist as he starts to fuck into you again. You were moaning filthy sounds to him as he took you properly. This new angle had him hitting your cervix with every thrust, the slight pain mixing with the extreme pleasure as you get ready to cum for him again.

“So d-deep baby, yeah. Bet you can feel me all in here, huh?” He says as he reaches his hand down to your navel, pushing hard onto your stomach. You scream as your cunt clenches around him, coming so close to your orgasm. He reached his hand even further, flicking his fingers on your clit. It only took a few seconds of the added stimulation before you were cumming all over his thick cock, begging him to stop before you lose yourself.

“Good girl, that’s it, make a fuckin’ mess on me baby doll,” he says, pulling out and admiring the creamy white ring you left on the base of his cock. Your pussy was so tight he felt like he wouldn’t last much longer. He wanted to fuck you for hours, but after being edged this morning he was much closer than he wanted to be.

He kisses up your spine before he’s laying you back down on the couch facing him.

“Wanna see that pretty face with my cum all over it, yeah? Wanna watch you cum for me again, baby please,” he begs, wrapping his hands around the back of your knees as he spreads you for him. He looks down at your swollen cunt, all puffy and abused from his dick. It was weeping with your fluids and if he wasn’t so desperate to cum, he’d be eating you again in a heartbeat. He gathers the saliva in his mouth, spitting on your pussy for some added lubrication. It was definitely not needed, but watching it glide over your swollen folds was more than enough. He lines himself up with your entrance once more as he sinks himself into you again, watching how desperately your pretty pink pussy swallows him whole.

“G-God, look at that. She needs this cock so bad. Practically beggin’ for my cum isn’t she?” He asks you, obviously referring to your cunt. You are at a loss for words as you nod your head quickly, pulling him into a deep kiss. He starts pumping into you now, drinking in every noise that escapes your mouth with his own. He pulls back enough just to watch your face as he pounds into you. Your brows are scrunched together as he hits your cervix, the pain mixing with the pleasure making you see stars. He was taking such good care of you and you knew you would be cumming before you were ready.

His orgasm was fast approaching as he gave you all his inches. Your pussy was making these obscene squelching sounds and you were a moaning mess underneath him. He was getting so close and he needed you to take him just a little bit deeper. He removes his hands from your knees, throwing your legs over his shoulders as he bends down to kiss you, effectively putting you into a mating press.

“T-Toji! My, Ohmygod, right there, please please don’t stop please,” you beg, feeling like you could cum at any second.

“Course not, baby. This s-sweet cunt’s gonna’ make me cum. Where’d ya’ want it, hm?” He had full intentions of busting on your face, but thinking about your pussy or your tits covered in his seed had him rolling his eyes into his skull.

“Inside, p-please, m’on the pill. Gimme’ your babies, daddy,” you say, wanting to see how good it’d feel to let him claim you like that.

“O-oh shit, yeah? Such a filthy slut for me, huh? Like a bitch in heat, wantin’ me to knock you up. Lemme fill you up, y/n, gonna give you all my cum,” he says, using every last brain cell to say it. Your pussy was clamping down on him yet again, signaling that you were finally cumming on his dick. His nasty words went straight to your pussy as you snake your hand down to play with your clit, helping you work through your orgasm.

Fuck, seeing you like this, watching how flustered you got when he called you names had him so close. He thrusted into you a few more times before he was pressing his full body weight into you, bringing you in half with his tip pressed flush against your cervix. He never ever came inside any woman, except for his baby momma. He had one too many brats in his life, and he didn’t need another one. But it would take an act of god to pull him away from your heat now.

“F-Fuck, baby, you’re too good, m’cumming for ya’ doll,” he said, barely getting the words out of his mouth before he was emptying himself into your heavenly pussy. Your mouth sang pleas of ‘yes’ and ‘please’ as he finished inside of you. The feeling was something you never wanted to forget. You were sure you’d never have a man make you feel even half as good as Toji did.

After a few extra deep thrusts to make sure his cum was in there nice and snug, he pulled his length from you, moaning at the added stimulation your gummy walls provided him. You cursed at the lack of his warmth, feeling all too empty, especially after his warm cum spills out of you onto the couch.

“That won’t do, huh?” He asks before he’s thumbing your clit and pushing his pointer and middle fingers inside of you. You huff at the overstimulation, not expecting to be thrown into a field of pleasure so soon after Toji finished. He pumps his fingers in and out of you, curling his thick fingers into your sweet spot with every thrust.

“B-Baby, ohhhmygooood, s-so sensitive,” you whine, attempting to grab his wrist before he’s pinning your hand back.

“So? S’all your fault. You and this pretty pussy made me cum early, but I gotta reward you for doin’ so good f’me,” he smirks, quickening his pace on your clit while he grinds his fingers into you.

You were already so overstimulated from everything Toji did to you, so your orgasm was impending. Toji can tell when you’re getting close now. Your thighs start to shake and attempt to shut, your pussy gets oh so tight, tight enough that it’s talking to him with those filthy wet sounds. You scrunch up your face while you whine and pant for him. You didn’t even have to warn him this time as you were cumming, releasing all you had left onto his fingers.

He tells you you’re a good girl as he pulls out of you for the final time, grabbing a towel to clean the two of you off temporarily. He starts with you first of course, helping you clean everywhere Toji had ruined. He’s kissing you throughout the process, telling you to let him take care of you since you were too fucked out to care.

Toji cleans himself off, grunting at the rough fabric on his now half-hard cock. He lays down beside you, rubbing your stomach as he admits something he definitely didn’t want to.

“I think I’m startin’ to take a liking to you, y/n”

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superheroes and social media

do you KNOW how often I see a cute trend on ig or tiktok or anything and I’m just like “man that would be cute for (insert hero ship)”

but that’s an issue because like… putting your face on the internet is DANGEROUS🙅‍♂️

I had. an idea. to solve all the issues!

as fun as it is to imagine the RobinOfficial account having 4 million followers, I think it’s more fun for everyone to have accounts that only follow and allow following in the caped community

so basically Instagram for just superheroes

the ones whose identities are known can post their faces, and the ones who are still under the radar have a close friends list that consists of the people who do know them

a very few amount of people who aren’t heroes are allowed on this Super IG

including Lois Lane, whose entire presence is standard mom posts but with like. Superkids and other Kryptonians. you get it

uhh Bernard Dowd too but he only follows Tim and Steph

Alfred, who only posts the Manor and London with captions like poetry

Selina Kyle because she already had a regular account but B was like “oh that’s dangerous now that we’re affiliated”

she was like “well how am I supposed to fuel my ego with no instagram for people to thirst after me”

B sighed and was like “well,,,,,”

Harley Quinn fluctuates between being banned and interacting with EVERYONE’S content with offensive amounts of emojis

anyways tell me WHY Conner Kent has the most iconic page on the internet

it’s full of these aesthetic photo dumps and crackhead videos of YJ doing dumb shit

also Tim. he’s got chaotic gen z billionaire vibes and most of his stuff is on his close friends list because B doesn’t need to see the REALLY dumb shit he gets up to

yeah they’re both hot and yeah they’re both elite pages. but Kon’s is Sabrina Carpenter energy and Tim’s is P!ATD energy so they’re different flavors of slay

on the opposite end of the spectrum we’ve got B, who has four posts, all exactly 365 days apart

it’s the yearly Father’s Day family portrait

Dick Grayson does that millennial vlog thing but Not

“a day in the life of a 24 year old cop (who also happens to be a vigilante)”

also a compilation of clips of him jumping off buildings, some taken by him and some by other people

can you IMAGINE this dumbass with a gopro

Red Bull wants to sponsor him what can I say

he lets his favorite villains follow him

WHEN I TELL YOU BILLY BATSON HAS THE MOST FAMOUS PAGE OF ANYONE IN THE COMMUNITY

because he was a public figure ANYWAYS. this is the idiot who used to walk around charging people’s phones with his powers and taking selfies for cash. people know him

so Captain Marvel has this crazy account with him doing memes and slo mo compilations of him punching guys from his body cam

his most hit post is a video where he found a cop harassing a bunch of kids on the street (who he happened to KNOW) and without saying anything at first just kindaaaaa walked over and fried the cruiser’s entire inner workings

“yo, copper! I think somethin’s up with your system, man!”

while the cop was trying to figure out how to start his fucking car again, Billy herded the kids down the sidewalk and they all took off running, giggling like maniacs

Damian Wayne doesn’t post a lot, but when he does, it’s to match with Jon

I mean like taking pictures of each other from across the same table and the captions are each half of a whole song lyric, stuff like that

his personal favorite is actually their softlaunch— they found an entire wall of mirrors at the planetarium on a date, Jon had his right hand on Dami’s waist and the other in his pocket, and Dami was standing in front of him, holding the phone with his right and tilting Jon’s face down with his left to press a kiss to the underside of his jaw. neither of their faces are in it and it was Damian’s wallpaper for a WHILE

my babies ANYWAYS

Diana Prince posts exclusively about her favorite ice cream shops

Bart is the kid whose note is always like “in the hospital👍” / “sick again” / “hate broken ribs I can’t eat seven burgers in this condition” / “got possessed by a death god again :/ third time this week” and it’s like jesus man can you catch a break

can you imagine finding fucking Superman has a verified instagram account but it’s private so you can’t even follow freaking SUPERMAN

Duke Thomas is thoroughly over his siblings’ shit and there’s a ton of videos of them being dumbasses with captions like “someone save me it’s two in the morning”

anyways A COMPILATION OF TRENDS

“nobody move, there’s blood on the floor” for LITERALLY any ship it’s so funny

“what? you’re not coming to my tea party? Bethany, I made BISCUITS” with increasingly low res crack pics of Red Hood falling off of things, generously edited and posted by Tim Drake

dance trends with Steph and Cass

“guess which outfit is whose” with Tim and Steph but they’re both in their Robin uniforms

Tim making a cringey thirst trap edit of Jason who in response posted a clip of Tim tripping his own gear and setting off an alarm

“wearing the same outfit so no one can tell us apart” and it’s all the Batkids in their Robin uniforms (most of which barely fit) ((Bruce and Alfred cried))

the Superkids did the same thing a few days later and dragged Clark into it

not-quite-thirst-traps where they just kinda stand there over music but everyone in normal comments would’ve gone crazy

calisthenics trends. Thanks

it’s like a THING between all the Titans where they’ll sneak up behind each other, yell “THIS IS SPARTA,” and kick each other off roofs

someone sneaking up behind Jason while he’s belting Seasons of Love

MOTORCYCLE CONTENT

somewhere out in the world there’s a shaky, blurry video of Robin, Superboy, Spoiler, Blue Beetle, and Beast Boy dancing to and half-singing-half-yelling Tell Your Girlfriend

if you think of any more social media trends or videos or pics you see that remind you of a hero tag me because I’m obsessed with the idea of these idiots on socials

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Tomura finds himself at a cafe after looking everywhere for a place to grab something to eat. He pulls out his phone to check the time to make sure he’s going in while it’s still open hours. It's 11:30 pm.. about 20 minutes before they close. He hesitantly goes in.. it’ll be quick so he hopes there are no problems. As soon as he walks in he hears a woman yelling. “Why is it so fucking hard for you guys to do your job properly?!” He awkwardly stands and listens “This has to be the easiest fucking job to do and you CAN’T do it?.. Seriously?” After a few moments, Tomura realizes she’s talking to a few employees.. The woman walks around the corner now in his view.. his eyes widen.. you were beautiful... You turn around and realize someone was there.. you feel embarrassed that a customer had heard that.. Tomura looks at you as you rush over to the counter. “I’m so sorry you had to hear that. Is there anything I can get you?” She asks as she pushes a few strands of hair behind her ear.

Tomura stared without saying anything.. he couldn’t believe such a pretty girl was speaking to him. Your aggressive tone turned him on.. he felt his pants tighten around his dick. He quickly snaps out of his trance and pulls his hoodie over his boner.. “oh..sorry..yeah” he walks up to the counter. “Honestly I don’t know what I want.” “No don’t worry! You’re fine.. We have a few things we were just gonna throw out, but you can have them.” You open the display case holding a few leftover croissants with different fillings, grabbing them and putting them in a to-go container. “Here you go! “Don’t I have to pay?” he asks. ''After hearing what just happened... definitely not” You say as you laugh softly. He felt his cheeks getting hot.. “Oh cool, Thank you” he blurted out before quickly walking outside. You stood there looking at him through the window trying to figure out why he left so abruptly.. but you didn’t care that much, you were exhausted. You turn the open sign off “You guys better close properly or I’m firing all of you.” You walk to your locker and gather your things before going outside to your car.

As soon as you step outside you see him slowly walking down the street. “Hey! Come here” Tomura stops dead in his tracks, turning around slowly. His face looks confused, thinking you were gonna ask him to pay now. “H-Huh?” “Come here!” You wave your hand motioning him over to you. He listens to you..he would listen to anything you told him to do. He felt like he had a crush on you already. How pathetic. You only said a few words to him. He stands weirdly close to you but you don’t mind. “Are you okay?” You ask. He narrows his eyes in confusion. “Uh yeah..why?” “You walked out so quickly, did I scare you or something?” You tease. He could listen to you talk all day, your voice was so attractive and soothing. “N-no, I just wanted to leave so you could close” He started fidgeting with the fabric of his hoodie. You could tell he was nervous about something but decided not to bring it up. “Okay well, how far are you from here? I can take you home”

He shakes his hands frantically. "No no you don’t have to, I’m fine with walking” “No seriously let me take you home.” He did want to be around you longer so why keep pretending like he didn’t.. “I’m only like 8 minutes from here.” “Alright, my car is right over here.” You unlock the door and get in, Tomura follows you. “Can you just put your address into the GPS real quick” You hand him your phone. As he enters it, you start the car and slow rnb plays. “There ya go” He hands you your phone and positions himself in his seat. There were a few moments of silence before he spoke: “So what was that yelling even about?” You sigh “If I’m not there babysitting those fucking idiots everything goes to shit.” He looks over at you “Like I know I’m the manager but they act like they have NO brain cells.” He can tell that you’re stressed “Well most people don’t have brain cells.” he says in his best attempt to comfort you. You laugh softly “Yeah, true..” “Damn, I never asked your name.” “It’s Tomura. What about you?” “Y/N '' Even your name was pretty to him. He couldn’t believe he’d developed a crush on you this fast.

Your aggressive manner was the first thing that grasped his attention. It made his mind drift to what you’d be like in bed. He couldn’t help it.. a pretty girl like you controlling him and using him made his head spin. How you’d look on top of him with your tits bouncing in his face. You speak again, pulling him out of his daydream. “Looks like we’re here Tomura '' He gets goosebumps hearing his name roll off of your tongue. “Shit, that was fast.” His tone sounded yearnful “What you want me to come home with you?” You coo. He looks at you “I mean look at you, who wouldn’t want you to come home with them” He paused for a second, he couldn’t believe he said that to you. He opened his mouth to say he was kidding but you beat him to the first word “I’ll come with you” You open the door, and Tomura gets out scratching his head.

“Sooo are you going to open the door?” “Um, yeah,” He thinks you’re fucking with him but he jumbles through his pocket for his key. Once you enter he places the pastries down and tells you to follow him. You both walk upstairs to his bedroom. “Wow right to the bedroom, if you wanna fuck just say that.” Tomura chokes on his saliva “W-what” “I saw it back at the cafe” “S-saw what” You walk closer to him “I saw how your pants tightened around your dick as soon as you saw me.” “Men think they can hide that shit but it’s always so obvious.” His cheeks turned bright red. “What are you talking about, that didn’t happen.” You take a step forward, your nose touching his “Oh really..Then what’s this?” You place your hand over his hard cock. Tomura shutters at your touch, he doesn’t even know what to say.. He knows he’s a pervert..he can’t even deny it. “Aww, why are you so quiet.” You say as you take your hand off of him. His mind is racing, he’s thinking about his fantasy..you controlling him. He wants it badly. You push his light blue hair out of his face and kiss him, he kisses you back hungrily. Slipping his tongue into your mouth enjoying how your saliva tastes.

A few lines of saliva snap off of your lips onto his chin as you pull away. You grab his arm and drag him to the bed before pushing him onto it. He uses his arms to crawl further onto the bed, you follow his movements and straddle him between your legs. He whines as he feels your clothed vagina rub against his dick. You lean down and kiss his neck softly turning kisses into bites. He moans quietly and turns his head. You leave a few marks on his neck before pulling your shirt off and undoing your bra. He looks back at you to admire your tits, his dick twitched against your slit. “Tell me how badly you want me Tomura” He whimpers at your words, he can barely focus on anything but his aching cock. “You’re so pretty, I want you s-so bad.” You moan as he begs for you.. you get off of him and begin to take his pants and boxers off. His dick springs up and slaps against his stomach. You spit on your hand and start pumping his dick, he bucks his hips up and groans. You vigorously pump as you look up at him, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth wide open as he pants and moans. Hearing his moan makes your clit throb. You give him a few more pumps before taking your hand off of him. “N-no pl-please don’t stop” he whines “Oh, I’m not done” You pull your panties down but still leave your skirt on. “Eat my pussy”

You lift one leg over him and sit on his face. He softly licks at your throbbing clit making you grind against his mouth. “Mhm just like that.” You lick the palm of your hand, coating it in saliva so you can continue to stroke his dick. His hips shoot up and he starts to needily fuck your hand. He licks and sucks on your clit causing your legs to shake “You’re doing so good Tomura” He groans against your pussy. He could cum just from those words alone but he's restraining himself because he wants you to use him all night long. You get off of his face and kiss him so you can taste yourself on his tongue, your juices cover his mouth and nose. You straddle him again, you move your hips along him making his cock slide between your pussy lips. He moans quietly. You reach underneath yourself and grab his dick and align it with your wet hole sliding it in slowly. Tomura gasps “F-fuck you feel so good.” You put your hand over his mouth “Be quiet.” Tomura moans loudly against your hand, you ride him keeping a quick but steady pace. Your ass smacks down onto his upper thigh and your pussy flutters over his cock. He grips the blankets under him as he watches your tits bounce gracefully in front of him.. It was like you read his mind.. His fantasy came true, it was taking everything in him not to cum but soon enough he came inside of you.. Only after 5 minutes. He felt pathetic as you looked down at him lifting your hand off of his mouth. “I-I-I’m sor-” You kiss him gently “That’s exactly what I wanted to happen, good boy”

#shigaraki tomura #shigaraki smut #shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki x reader #quirkless au #mha shigaraki #tomura shiragaki #shigaraki x you #mha smut

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moonshine-dan · 2 days

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Personal Headcanons:

Sakusa Kiyoomi

This is mostly to provide context for fics I write with him and how I interpret his character. I might add to this at random! NSFW below cut.

He's not an asshole for fun- he's brusque with people because he respects their time and wants them to respect his.

Similar to above- he's not an OCD germaphobe, he's just tidy and dislikes unnecessary mess where it's avoidable. He's got standards. And he doesn't like being sick! Is basic hygiene such a high bar???

It's really just high anxiety but he'd never admit to it

Not a 'dry' texter but he's not writing more than he needs to.

Was told once as a teenager that he was a shitty boyfriend and he took that personally. He spent a month reading magazines and internet articles on how to be a better partner & now has a brain lobe dedicated to Cosmo and Buzzfeed advice that comes in varying degrees of handy at random times

He has hypermobile wrists; I think he does get the associated body and joint pain associated with them. He's not in agony, but he's dealing with low to midgrade pain almost constantly.

Part of why he's got a reputation for being short with people is that he's often kind of tired or in pain and is band at recognizing or expressing it. He wants to go HOME.

He's a goofball but in Strange and Offputting ways, not fun and endearing ways. Has his own sense of humor.

If he's being silly with you, he trusts you. If he's putting your stuff in his bag 'on accident' or pulling 'too slow' high five shit with you, you've fucking made it into his heart.

I don't think he's very experienced in sexual relations! He takes dating seriously & doesn't rush. Not many have stayed with him long enough for him to feel like sex is on the table.

Does not have a very high sex drive and is not super curious about exploring much about himself on his own- but he's more than happy to indulge your sexual fantasies if you ask.

Not huge on PDA but not shy at all about telling people you are together. Arm holder, not hand holder.

He runs warm and is always in shorts and short sleeves if he can help it.

Moles all over. Got a mole next to his dick. Self conscious about it even though it's irrational bc he's very pale and they stick out :(

Addicted to tiger balm and camphor spray. Huffs it like glue when putting them on.

Secretly thinks laundry soap and dishwashing powder smell good. Sniffs them every time he uses them.

While not a fan of PDA, he's on more than one occasion shown up to a date with a gift unprompted. He'd buy you one of those embarrassing and Huge stuffed animals and carry it for you.

He has very strong opinions on the use of sesame oil as a condiment. "It's overused. And it smells so strong. And they always put so much in."

He's not a hard top only dom. He's actually very happy to be the sub- he CAN switch, but he enjoys following the lead and reacting to your wants.

Bro is ALWAYS OUT ON A RUN. Morning? Running before breakfast. Lunch? Has a circuit by the river. At night? On a jog before dinner. He WILL ask you to join him once a week.

He knows how to cook but only the blandest meals known to man. He cannot handle spice at all and gets bright fucking red, it's lame as hell and he hates it

Average sensitivity in general, except for his sides and waist. He gets jumpy if you touch them. it's cute :)

He's also very tenderheaded. poor thang :(

There is nothing in the WORLD more erotic to him than a massage. Work the knots out of his shoulder and he'll fuck you till you pass tf OUT

Does not like used condom smell. at all. He's genuinely considered a vasectomy so he can hit it raw without consequence

#sakusa.thing #haikyu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #sakusa x reader #sakusa kyoomi x reader #please act human.

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2af-afterdark · 2 days

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You know those kit where you can create a mold out of your partner's dick so you can make a dildo out of said mold?

Imagine MC doing that to the kings and just put em on display, color coding them even

OMG! You just know some of the kings made getting those molds a whole ordeal and are even bigger shits about you putting them up on display.

Satan

Was the most annoyed when you asked to get a mold of his dick. Not because he isn't completely down with the idea of you having a copy of his dick, but because he doesn't understand why you need one. He's right there! He can give you the real thing any time you want it.

He admires the final product though. He doesn't like that you keep it displayed next to everyone else's though. He may get ticked off if he sees that.

Mammon

All you had to do was say you wanted it and he sat nice and pretty for you. In fact, knowing him, it was a show as he got hard enough to make sure that mold could be used. He is exactly the kind of man to talk to you during the entire process.

And he loves the end result. In fact, if all you want is to put them on display, he is glad to offer you a golden one instead. As in made of actual gold. Or whatever other material you could possibly want. It's for looking, not use, so it can be made of whatever you want. Unless... you are secretly using it...

Leviathan

Getting him to even consider letting you get a mold of his penis is a fight in and of itself. He made the entire process a very, very complicated one. He went full tsundere mode before he finally agreed... It goes a lot faster if you name drop that someone else already agreed first. Sure, he'll be angry but he will also be jealous and that's the key to getting him to agree.

He does not want to see the collection. He will never even attempt to see it. He doesn't want to see his replica either. It is out of site and out of mind.

Beelzebub

He was amused when you asked. He wants one in exchange to use when you aren't around. Either a dick or a copy of your vag (yes, they make those too).

The worst part about him seeing your display is that you know he has a comment for every single one. And, just because he likes to mess with Leviathan, he is going to tell that man his comments directly. *Leviathan will be so pissed later. lol

Lucifer

I don't even think they make kits big enough for this man... But if they did, he wouldn't put up too much of a fuss. It's not that big of a deal. I think it's the nobles who make the big deal out of it. If you want a replica of Lucifer's dick, that means you like him, right? They have no chill.

The nobles ask you very politely if that mold can make more than one replica. None of them are normal about this process.

#❖ 🐰 anon #love letters ❤️#talkin' whb #whb satan #whb mammon #whb leviathan #whb beelzebub #whb lucifer #beelz

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lloydssluts · 3 days

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Lloyd Hansen Writing Challenge

Welcome to the Lloyd Hansen Writing Challenge, hosted by the Lloyd Hansen server.

About 2 years ago, we got our first taste of Lloyd Hansen through Netflix’s trailers. From then on, we were hooked. To celebrate this anniversary, we invite writers to join our challenge and create their own Lloyd Hansen fics!

This challenge is 18+ ONLY. Minors are not allowed to engage in any way, shape, or form. It is open to everyone—not just members of our server, although we encourage you to join us if you haven’t already.

All fics will be about Lloyd Hansen. We do not allow incest (stepcest is permitted), underage, or scat play. Fics should be reader inserts* and as inclusive as possible. Any genre (dark, smut, angst, fluff) is allowed. *For any other specifications or adjustments, reach out to one of the mods or send an ask. This is not a strict requirement.

There is no word count requirement. However, you must use a “read more” break, no matter the length. Use appropriate warnings.

The deadline for the challenge is July 22nd, 2024. This is not a strict deadline at all!

You will choose a dialogue that the character has said in the film and transform it from the original context. Certain prompts are open to changing as long as you note that somewhere. Once you’ve chosen a prompt and sent us an ask with it, it will be crossed off from the list. Prompts are on a first-come, first-serve basis! You can select up to 5 prompts.

Need feedback or advice? Feel free to message either one of the mods (@hansensgirl or @cuttlefjsh), or visit our server to discuss your fic with other members.

TAG YOUR FICS WITH THE TAG #Lloyd Hansen Server WC24

Happy writing!

Asterisks + ‘[…]’ indicates a prompt is open for change.

Should we try again?

Boring.

“Mostly, it’s loss which teaches us about the worth of things.” That’s Arthur Schopenhauer. He was a German philosopher, a pessimist. He saw the value in suffering.

Damn it. Phones on silent when I’m working, please.

Still just flirting. But… [...] getting there. *

Well, no one goes to Harvard to play football.

I like to be the exception. What’s up?

Gimme a name.

Could be fun.

Well, I’m gonna need a full green light on this one. Open checkbook.

I’d rather you punch me in the dick.

We’ll find somebody [...] loves and squeeze. *

Have I ever done you wrong, [...]? *

Professionally maybe. Lloyd Hansen, Hansen Government Services.

Aw, does it? Good.

You know my work. That’ll make this next part a lot easier.

You know what makes me sad, [...]? *

Five and a half.

Who likes cats?

Let’s talk about the mess your [...] made. *

Oh, [...] made a big one. And judging by your shallow breathing and puckered asshole*, I can only assume you know why I’m here.

But see, that’s the beauty of the private sector. I don’t care about reasons.

My guess is you’re helping [...] already. So this shouldn’t put too much of a dent in your day. *

But your file, well, that’s chock-full of nuggets, some of which might make you rethink your fussy attitude.

You gonna answer it?

Hey, sunshine. Lloyd Hansen here. I’m the one running this op.

The one where I get exactly what I want.

Okay, that’s fair. Well, why don’t you come on in, and we can chat? My assistant will get lunch. You like sushi?

Well, I’m glad we’re on the same page.

Looks like you need a new phone.

Don’t say “preternatural” to me. It’s an asshole word.

And that, [...], is exactly what bad ethics and zero impulse control will get you. *

I can kill anybody.

Well, we’ll see.

We need to ground in *Vienna.

How do you feel about your license?

Who’s up for some *Tafelspitz?

Hey, sunshine.

What gave it away?

Ballsy.

Nice try, pumpkin.

What size shoe are you?

Can someone get me a Vicodin, please?

On the run, scared shit less.

You know all those rules you guys are always trying to work your way around? They don’t mean dick to me.

Shut up and go sit in the corner.

Oh. How about that?

Forget about the Vicodin.

That’ll do, pig. That’ll do.

Goldilocks, would you be a lamb and excuse us?

Shhh. Please.

Now, whatever I just did to your *ears, it’s not even torture. I just made it up on the spot. Just came to me. And that’s how this is gonna go.

Should we try again?

Maybe we should get the *girl back in here.

Well, that was unexpected.

Make him dead.

My God, how hard is it to shoot somebody?

What I do can’t be taught.

You know what I love about you?

Yahtzee.

No, success qualifies as success.

You wanna make an omelette, you gotta *kill some people.

You know, in English, we call this a *happy ending. However, if you say one more word, you may not see it that way.

Lock everything down.

Get me eyes on the bridge.

You’re making me destroy a historic building here!

Wait! Please don’t shoot! Look what you did to my hand.

Give me that, you little shit.

Now you pick those feet up, or you’re gonna get dead real quick.

Now, listen. You shut up, and you don’t move.

Now, I’m gonna stop you right there, cupcake.

What do you say we wrap this up?

I mean, I’m having a blast, but it’s way past the kid’s bedtime, don’t you think?

You’re gonna throw me that gun, or the little one gets a new face. *

It’s really a shame this isn’t gonna work out between us.

Now normally, at this point in the night, I wouldn’t be sticking around.

With the house lights about to come on, I’d find a desperate, ugly chick to lick my wounds and split, but you have been a pebble in my shoe since the very beginning.

And now I just don’t think I can walk away.

Guess what I’m thinking right now.

I think I’m better than you.

Still getting used to it.

Let’s see if these moves fuck.

#lloyd hansen server #Lloyd Hansen Server WC24 #writing challenge #lloyd hansen #the gray man #chris evans #x reader #creator challenge #writing prompt

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eevees-hobbies · 7 hours

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cockwarming with ren , he's impatient but when you're a brat? yeah no that's his favourite thing ever.

also I should probably sign off as an emoji :3 , so call me 💌 anon ! :P

💌 anon?! Welcome back <3 So, like, we’re official, right? I love that for us–I’ll tuck you away nicely in my pocket, and as long as you sign off for me, I’ll include your love letter emoji in my tag <3

So cockwarming, huh? With Kaji? Wow. I can see the vision, babe.

Content Warning: vindictive, manipulative brattyness, jealousy, just the tip, clit smacking, cockwarming, teasing, choking, begging, validation. Minors Do Not Interact.

You’ve been pushing Kaji’s buttons all day—first, by not responding to his text messages promptly, which resulted in palpitations on his end. Were you ok? Were you safe? He was ready to go on a rampage until you answered with a one-worded “K” that made his eyebrow twitch. He had sent you a link to a song you requested. What made you think responding “K” to I Prevail’s Body Bag was appropriate anyway? It’s a good fucking song! Deep breaths, Kaji…

Then you were being far too friendly with Sakura. He watched as you dragged your hand, which he kisses, along Sakura’s chest. And what the fuck were you laughing at? He’s not even funny. Even deeper breaths, Kaji…

And your worst crime? Your worst offense? Not getting up to hug him as he walked through the door. You stayed on your phone, silently laughing at some dumb cat video that was probably AI-generated! Sure, you smiled at him and said, “welcome home, Kaji,” But where the fuck was his hug?

While Kaji wonders what’s gotten into you, you’re silently rejoicing in delight as you sneak a look at your flustered boyfriend. The truth is, you know exactly what you’re doing. A riled-up Kaji is an absolute monster of a man in the bedroom.

So later that night, when you wiggle your ass enticingly against his crotch as he’s spooning you, you fully expect to be left a blubbering, crying, fucked-out mess.

But what you didn’t plan on was Kaji being onto you. As he lifts the slip of your nightgown and presses his dick against your already wet folds, slipping the tip in, you brace yourself in excited anticipation to accept the entirety of his girthy cock.

But you wait, and wait, and wait.

You blink and look over your shoulder, ready to question him and his inactivity, but you're met with the meanest scowl you’ve ever seen. It makes you turn around quickly and bow your head.

“K-kaji?”

“What?”

“Um, you, um, just put the tip in?”

“And?”

And? And? And? The word repeats in your head as you realize that maybe you fucked up today. Maybe you pushed him a little too far.

But perhaps you could just move a little to get things going? After all, this was your baby boy, and he couldn’t resist your charm-

“Move an inch, and I’ll pull out.”

You almost gasp at his tone, at his unwillingness to budge, at how hot he sounds when he reprimands you like this.

Kaji snakes an arm around your front, slipping it in between your breasts and locking his fingers around your throat. He moves closer to you, which gives you about half an inch more of his cock but not nearly enough to satiate you.

“You’ve been awful all day,” his fingers tighten around your throat, and you swallow thickly, hoping that the constraint of his hand around your windpipe gives you a good high.

“Kaji I-”

“You speak when I tell you to speak.”

Oh, god, fuuuuuuck.

You can’t help but pulse around his dick; the way his voice growls in your ear is heavenly.

Kaji, who is not an idiot by any means, narrows his eyes at your blatant show of arousal, “you wanted this.”

No shit.

You shake your head like a good little girl, though.

“Don’t lie to me.” His grip tightens around your throat, and in what feels like a ridiculously cruel overreaction, Kaji reaches around and delivers a swift smack to your clit.

You yelp and backtrack immediately, your voice hampered by the pressure he has around your neck, “O-ok! Yes!”

Silence befalls you, and you’re thankful that you can at least get your bearings to allow the burning sensation in your pussy to subside.

“I guess I should reward you for your honesty,” Kaji says rather quietly, but you pay no mind to the volume of his voice. You only hear him offer a sweet reward, which you hope is in the form of him finally splitting you open.

And to your absolute delight, Kaji pushes into you, stretching your lush, silky walls with firm, thick muscle. You tremble and brace again for more, but Kaji is not feeling merciful.

Instead, he stays like that, cock buried inside of you but unmoving, and it feels absolutely torturous.

But what can you do? You did this to yourself, so maybe you should think twice about acting like you have absolutely no good sense.

You rack your brain, thinking of what could put you back in his good graces. An apology? Gross, no. Begging? You’re not above it.

“Kaji,” you say carefully, “I really want you to fuck me. Like really badly, baby.”

You feel him twitch inside of you–your sweet voice hard to resist, and you know it, but petty is forever.

“I told you to stop talking.” Another swift slap is delivered to your aching and drooling mound, and tears start to well up in the corner of your eyes.

You feel shifting behind you, the sound of a drawer opening and the unmistakable sound of a wrapper being removed and candy knocking against teeth as Kaji places a sucker in his mouth.

You sniffle, realizing that he could most likely do this all night.

The sniffle you make earns you another twitch of his cock.

Sadistic bastard.

It feels like an agonizing amount of time before Kaji speaks again, “bounce back on my dick like a good girl.”

And you’re so eager to fulfill his request that without a second thought, you roll your hips, quickly jerking off his cock with your cunt. You can hear him groan, and it sounds like a melody in your ears—his vocal validation serving as a high you didn’t know you needed.

But between your bounces, you need something else from him that you so desperately crave. “Kaji,” you whine, “say sweet things to me, please.”

And if only you knew how hard it was for him to hold back sweet, loving words from you this entire time, perhaps you would have waited just a bit longer because he was going to break soon, anyway.

Kaji moans and places a hand on your hip. “My baby, I love you so much.”

There it is.

“I love you too, Kaji. I love you so fucking much.”

And it’s like a dam breaks, your words giving way to thrusts that are now meeting your bounces, Kaji moaning things like, “this pussy is mine, right baby?” “I’ve missed you all day. Did you miss me?” “You feel so good. Fuck, bounce just like fucking that.”

And you agree loudly to anything and everything he says because it’s his, his, his.

And you swear you can hear a whimper behind you, his grip on your hip almost painful as he pulls out so far that just the tip is inside you and thrusts forward, filling you back up again.

And as Kaji continues to fuck you, you can’t help but think that you ended up getting what you wanted anyway.

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Double Jeopardy

Story Plot: You are Serenity, an identical twin. Your sister, Trinity, has a man at home named Erik Stevens, but he's in the way of her date with Cabo. She enlists you to keep him on ice until she gets back.

*Trinity's still in Cabo but Erik's getting suspicious. Part 4.

Written for @nahimjustfeelingit-writes

ERIK.

Something wasn't right and hadn't been right. Erik was staring blankly at the ceiling for nearly half the night trying to make it all make sense. Trinity hadn't truly insulted him since the weekend. She hadn't called him ugly, said his dick was little, or talked about his giant lips. It was like someone being too quiet, and why was she suddenly interested in his past? She struck him as present-oriented only. Was it a crisis? She did say someone was fukcin with her, maybe he let it go too soon. Maybe he needed to talk to her about that again.

Sitting up, he wondered if there was something bigger that he missed. Trinity was a feral bitch with no couth. Where did she find it, and why? The real possibility of her cheating re-entered his mind and again he wondered... If she were, would he put her out? He still wasn't sure. When it came to Trinity, chivalry went further than sex and NO man was putting up with her shit long enough for that. Erik knew he had her on a leash and no matter where she roamed, he could pull it, but how long would that last? He wanted a family one day, and this toxic shit wasn't it.

Was it possible that Trinity knew she didn't fit his long-term plan and attempted to change herself? Was that what he was seeing? Was that even possible for her to want to do? Maybe she knew he'd eventually let her go and she wanted to secure her place in his life and in his house. It would explain the changes...

He went down the hall to her bedroom, calling her name quietly and opening the door with a small skeleton key when she didn't answer. She was sound asleep, and the room was the neatest it had been since she moved in. He could look around now and think she were normal.

"Trinity," he sighed, lightly kissing her temple. She was in as deep a sleep as ever. He wouldn't get any answers tonight. She was sleeping like she had a job.

He poked around instead, looking at how much stuff she had. So much designer. At least when he did it, he could actually afford it. He'd tried to teach her basic budgeting and financial skills, but she played ignorant like she couldn't learn. She just didn't wanna do it. Moving to her table, there were a few things that made it look like she gave a fukc about her online business, but he knew better having tried to help her with it. "A journal," he noted, picking it up. This was new. Only one he knew to keep a physical journal was his late father. He looked at Trinity once more before sliding his fingers between the pages and stopping on his name.

SERENITY.

Erik is at work by the time you finally get up and get dressed in one of Trin's workout outfits. You didn't want to see him for the same reason you don't want to run into Kelce again right away, which is why you don't plan on going to the gym today. You might go back to Kelce's place if he asks and you don't need to keep doing that.

Putting your hair up into a swinging ponytail, you go for an early run around the neighborhood, which is much more comfortable, safe, and aesthetically pleasing than your neighborhood. You see yourself and Trinity on Sunday morning jogs here together as soon as she comes back. Hopefully she spills the beans and lets Erik know of her Tia Tamera status then. You can't foresee it becoming an issue. He seems to really like her and you'd be respectful not to cross a line. He'd definitely be respectful... it's almost upsetting...

You cut off that line of thinking. You can see yourself now, dropping by to irritate and harass her the same way she does you. You can't wait to be the same kind of obnoxious. You wonder what she's doing now as you walk back into the house for breakfast. You've never been anywhere like Cabo and you'd have loved to have gone with her under different circumstances because Gio would get smacked in the mouth easily. There's no money in the world that would make you put up with the disrespect that Trinity takes. You really wish she'd put herself over the money, but you get it. Money talks. She's doing what she's good at. Who can fault her?

"Trin," you say on her voicemail again. "As soon as you get these we gotta talk. I have a lot to tell you."

Of course, she won't reply anytime soon, but it's fine. You're not rushing your vacation week, especially the priceless time you get alone like this, doing nothing. It might be your favorite thing to do. Today is a stay-at-home day for sure. You fall asleep on the couch watching Netflix and only wake up when some man called Domino's texts Trinity's phone. It's a dick pick. It's not bad, but you've seen better. Kelce's and Erik's flash in your mind.

"I should delete this thread before Erik mess around and see it." You just make a mental note to tell Trinity when she gets back. As a matter of fact, you'll write it down. You head lazily upstairs to find your journal and jot in it the little note before heading back down to crash on the couch again. Then Trinity's phone rings.

"Yes, Erik," you answer, irritated that he's getting in the way of your second nap.

"Oh, did I wake you from absolutely nothing," he jokes. Ordinarily that would be true if you were Trinity with no responsibilities, but you're on vacation. You deserve to do nothing.

"What do you want?"

"I can't call to hear my lovely girl's voice? I barely got to see you last night. You went to bed early and left me on hard."

"You had me cleaning and I'm not used to that. It took a lot out of me," you lie, fingers wandering under your blanket and into your waistband at the memory of his naked body again.

"Then meet me now. I wanna bend you over my desk and give you all this dick. All you gotta do is come take it and promise not to run."

Your whole face heats as your hips lift from the cushion with need. You could scream. "Erik, chill nigga..."

"How do you expect I do that, Trinity? I need that pussy, asap. Don't disappoint me." He hangs up.

Your hand goes over your mouth as you try to contain yourself and think. He's expecting Trinity, but you can't deliver. That would be too fukced up! "DAMMIT," you kick. Why was he like this?! You're afraid to meet him. Do you have the self-control? You thought you did until last night, now you're not sure. Somehow you find yourself in the Mercedez on the way to him. "I can't do this," you chant under your breath as you stop for a consolation gift of smoothies. You call Erik when you get there and instead of coming out, he tells you to come in.

"Erik, I really need to talk to you. Can you just come out?"

"You come in and talk. I have a chair for you in the AC, it just so happens to have a beard."

What if it comes down to having sex with Erik or blowing Trin's cover? What would she want you to do? How would you explain her absence? How will you explain being there in her place? Never have you ever come this close to being discovered during a switch. You take the smoothies and venture inside, following his directions as he leads you straight to him.

"Close the door behind you," he says, standing up to unbuckle his belt. You sit the smoothies down and go to Trinity's Plan A in rough switches.

"Erik... I'm on my period. I can't even focus."

"But your period isn't set to come for a few days," he continues unzipping.

"It came early!" Damn why does he make this so difficult? He even tracks her period.

"Hmm," he approaches, backing you up into a literal corner. "That's what it is? That's why you keep turning me down?" His fingers stroke down your neck to your cleavage as he grips your ass squeezing and lifting you upward against his bulge.

"Yes," you nod, averting his smooth lips. He chuckles bitterly.

"That's still weird though, Trin, considering we run red lights."

His hand slips down the back of your waistband and you jump out of his arms. "I'm getting a headache, I need some air!" You flee from his office and out the door back to the Benz where you sit, completely at a loss. You don't know what to do or where to go from here. Erik is BENT on Trinity giving it up and she's not here to save you.

ERIK.

"Run away, you won't get far," Erik muttered watching the door after she bolted. "You'll just see me later." She was nice enough to bring smoothies. He picked one up to sip. Mango. It was good.

Trinity would never spend her own money to buy him shit. Even when it was for him, she used his money to do it. He didn't care because he didn't exactly miss it in any way, but the last two treats had been purchased with her own money. He noticed.

Last night when he was staring at the ceiling, he'd had some thoughts along the lines of Trinity cheating and acting strangely. When he went to her room to speak with her, she was in a deep and heavy sleep. Though it wasn't his original intention to invade her privacy, she had no issue invading his. Plus, she wasn't a talker. He was just curious enough about what was happening in her head to want to understand. What he found made him take a seat to compose himself. He looked at the woman sleeping peacefully in the bed he paid for, and several things crossed his mind from waking her up to dragging her outside. As pissed as he was, he couldn't be hasty. Trinity was his issue. He didn't care how much he liked a bitch, she'd never cross him twice. As for Serenity, she was just her sister's bitch who'd been roped into trading places. Trinity was the liar who'd skipped town to be with another man. He'd handle her when she got back.

Serenity, he said in his mind, taking pictures of the journal pages for evidence. He knew the name sounded too made up and now he knew why it rhymed. He knew why Trinity lied about the Benz. He knew where Trinity went when he was at work trying to take care of the both of them. He knew why Trinity was being weird. He knew why her personality had changed. Why the cut on her finger was gone. Why she wouldn't touch him...

The next day at work, he'd thought on it all day, in a daze. This wasn't a typical situation with a straightforward solution, and he still had unanswered questions. Combine that with his anger and level of pettiness, exposing them both as liars and manipulators before kicking them to the curb would be too easy. He sat there and re-read for twenty minutes until he could move onto something productive. Even still, his mind was spinning on his situation. When Trinity was watching Echoes the other day, she was hinting around about a twin. Then she took her broke ass to Cabo following a man called Gio, sleezy by the sound of it if he was to trust Serenity's judgment. He did only because her takes were so accurate about him and Trinity, he assumed they had to be accurate about Gio.

Fuck Trinity and fuck this bitch Serenity too for going along with the shit, he determined having calmed down enough to be logical. The fact that Serenity was out having sex with married men too told him that they weren't all that different which is the only way they both would've thought this was okay. He had something for them both. He'd just act like he didn't know. Why not if he was done with Trinity anyway? Serenity was more than attracted to him, it was obvious. She wanted to fuck him. She'd wrote it herself! All he had to do was keep presenting the opportunity and let karma do the rest. Their relationship with each other would be fukced up strictly because something they chose to do. Perfect plan.

"How long can you last Serenity," he'd wondered as he called her to meet him. Now he had two sisters on a leash. He insisted she come by and like he knew she would, she did.

Do it, he compelled her as he made his move, watching her be conflicted. Ruin your relationship with your twin. Betray her trust.

She'd gone running from the office just to corner herself back at his house. Her only options this week would be to come clean and leave or fall to temptation and crash and burn. An evil smile came to his lips in the name of justice.

TRINITY.

Another beautiful and sunny day in Cabo, Trinity thought, watching Tyra walk topless through her line of sight. She was pensively watching the water and the sky until Gio and Tyra began their little romp in the sand. What other than looks and a slutty nature did Tyra have? Nothing. Tyra was boring and definitely not funny. There was no interest, no substance, and her seaside handjobs were mid. Gio was tasteless to choose her to bring, still Trinity found herself mildly jealous watching them. She couldn't call Tyra dumb. The girl knew exactly what she was doing and obviously it was working.

Trinity took off her wayfarers and sat up from her towel on the beach, tired of watching. She didn't come to Cabo for that. She wanted to enjoy her trip even if she were alone, so she went for a walk with her feet sinking into wet sand at the shoreline. By the time she made her way back, Gio and Tyra were up and running in the sand, Gio pretending he was too slow to catch her as she giggled madly. It was stupid! So Trinity did her own digging and walking around for the next hour and discovered a pamphlet for tequila tasting, slipping it into Gio's papers back at the villa. By the name Gio and Tyra returned, it was time for Gio to check his laptop and do a little work. She only had to wait for him to find the pamphlet.

"Hey," she popped in on him, sitting on his lap to take him away from his work. "How goes the... work?"

"Better now that you're here," he adjusted, wrapping his arms around her hips to grab her ass. "How's about a blowjob to ease my tension?"

"Giooo," she teased, holding his face in her hands. "Oh, what's this," she plucked up the pamphlet she'd placed earlier.

"I... don't know. It looks like something for a tour."

"Look, a camel!! It looks fun, we should go."

"Well," he sighed, but Trinity had already decided.

"Say yes," she tapped him. "It's easy. Y-esss, just like that."

He chuckled. "What will you do for me? You're slipping me pamphlets while Tyra's sucking me off for what she wants."

"Tyra's like a mosquito draining you for nothing in return," Trinity replied just as bluntly. "My value by comparison is obvious, which is why you know that it's worth it to make me happy... Because then I can make HIM very, very happy," she purred, reaching between her legs to rub his bulge as she leaned against the desk. "Gio? Are you willing to ride a camel with me so that I can prepare to ride you? Directly after," she added.

"Let's do it," he shrugged, smiling casually like a truly corrupt businessman. Trinity knew that he and her were the same, playing games for what they wanted. No one of the three of them were truly ignorant.

"Anytime," she smiled, dropping it as soon as she got to the door. "And leave Tyra here. She had her moment. This one will be mine."

"Youu've got it," he replied, a smarmy smile in his voice.

They went the next day on a half-day camelback safari and ATV ride through nature, just the two of them. Together, they had a genuinely good time, which wouldn't have happened in Trinity's mind if Tyra had come. Tyra wasn't as active or into the activities. Both Trinity and Gio, however, were competitive and adventure driven. They raced each other through river trails and canyons. They sipped the wine, purchased some to take back, and enjoyed a Mexican lunch. Trinity was more than pleased to take pictures on and with the camel. It was her first time seeing one up close and he couldn't wait to show Ren.

Then they got dropped back at the villa. It was time for her to put her pussy where his money was. Fine, she decided. It was just sex.

She waited until they got inside and told Gio to meet her in her room within fifteen minutes. In that time, she freshened up and changed into matching fuschia lingerie with a thin and long flowing robe sweeping the flooring. It popped on her skin and emphasized her glow. Of course, Gio came in the same way he'd been. Hadn't even ran a wipe up his ass. She kept that to herself and continued her seduction the same way she always did it.

She started with a sensual dance and striptease to a song of her choice and worked her body onto his until he was laid on on her bed. "Take your clothes off," she whispered, helping him complete that task. Then she'd touch all over him as if worshipping his entire body and start with kissing her way from his chest on down to his dick. As expected, he was enraptured and waiting for that magical moment. She prolonged it by kissing around his base and all over his shaft, making direct eye contact until he was in the palm of her hand. Then she went slowly, sucking him just a little and just at the head. She was a great tease, building up the moment before launching her basic skills in head. This was what she gave the men who came too fast. Her motto was to let them come fast and often. Gio sputtered off-white nut down her chin and she continued with her hands and her mouth, bringing out more. Only then did she mount him and give him the ride he wanted.

"Satisfied?" She got up to use her restroom and change into clothes while he was still stuck and emptied in her bed. "I'll see you downstairs," she called back, leaving the room. It was obvious to her that she'd just won the little war between herself and Tyra. She couldn't wait to see Tyra's pretty little face fall.

SERENITY.

Do you even want to go to a club to dance in close proximity to Erik at this point? You suggested it when he was a harmless simp, not a sex mad one. You thought you could get to know him and hang out with him for a bit to vet him for Trinity. It was meant to be innocent.

"We're going out when I get home. I'll change, and we'll eat dinner out," he'd called to say. You've been anxious since then, but keeping yourself cool and together. It's just dancing. That's all.

As you dress in one of Trinity's short dresses, you say it aloud. "It's just dancing, I'm not doing anything wrong by dancing."

"Trinity," Erik calls once back. "30 minutes."

"Kay," you say from Trinity's room as he walks by. You've locked the door just in case, but he doesn't try anything.

You use Trinity's makeup to beat your face. She usually insists on doing it when you imitate her, and you let her do it when she's here, but she's not. You still do the makeup her way in her absence to lean into the authentic, but you wish you could make the subtle changes to make it your own.

Erik's knocking in the bedroom door signal that time is up. You open the door to see him in a matching black shirt, shoes, and pants combo with lots of dewy open chest and a chain.

"Don't you look tempting," his eyes narrow upon seeing you. "Almost like a new woman."

"Cute," you remark, squeezing past him and smelling his divine cologne. "Let's go."

"Hold'up," he grabs your hand, tapping his cheek for a quick kiss. With heels, it's an easy task distance wise. You lean in fast, but he turns his head at just the right moment to catch your lips and plant his grip on your chin. "Like sugar," he chuckles when you tear away.

"Behave, nigga! You're not a dog in heat, or are you?"

He shrugs as if he's not sure and smacks your ass as soon as you turn around.

"Had to. The jiggle," he emphasizes as you almost run down the stairs in Trinity's heels. The sooner you're in the car, the better... or so you think.

In the Benz, he drives, but his hand rests on your knee. You've had this happen enough to know where it goes. As expected, it travels up your inner thigh to your panties as the car rolls on.

"Blood," you caution, pulling his hand away. "Why would you try that shit to make a mess on the way to the club when we just got dressed?! For someone with a big brain, you don't use it."

"My brain ain't the only thing big. Look at this shit."

His hand moves in his lap, and before you stop yourself, you're staring at his bare dick again.

"If you were real, you'd suck it, but I know you won't. Lame ass. So do this. Describe it... in detail. Then tell me where you want me to put it... when you're off your period."

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