#sub dc

[pastelclovds]

This one is for the festish rating but what's your thoughts on collars? Like one of those "always wears this when we're apart" sort of things.

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK Yes! | Oh god you don’t even know

(i feel so bad for letting these kinks collect dust 😭)

literally that is so cute. i’m just thinking about your lover wearing that collar that you’ve bought them outside of the bedroom is not only very sexy, but very adorable as well. they don’t want to be apart from you for even a second. so, they wear the collar with a tiny bell that always made a jingle at the smallest movement. the same one that you made them wear last night as you were making them see the stars and feel uncontrollable pleasure. they normally wouldn’t dare wear this in public, but they just missed you so much that they couldn’t help themselves. when you catch the collar on their neck, you whispered teasing remarks on how they must love strangers gazing upon their neck knowing that they couldn’t have them, praising them that the collars makes them look so pretty, and that if you really wanted to, you could bend them over the nearest flat surface and make them scream your name like the slut they were. your lover’s knees wobble at your whispers and quietly beg you to take them home and make them yours. you knew buying them that collar was a good idea.

douma, karaku, urogi, the riddler/edward nashton, himeno, beam, denji, tomura shigaraki, keigo takami, denki kamanari, eijiro kirishima, neito monoma, eddie munson, and leona kingscholar.

[violent138]

HC that Bruce is often tired when he takes press conferences/interviews bright and early and guesstimates the number of kids he has: "5 boys and 2 girls. Wait no, that doesn't sound right, 7 boys and 3 girls. Actually, sorry 9 girls. Final answer." *drinks water* "Oh wait--"

[dxxdhood]

good looking

pairing: jason todd x gn!reader

summary: jason comes home after patrol, and he looks so nice you can't help but suck him off.

tags: smut (18+), oral (m receiving), hair pulling, slapping, sub!jason todd, dom!reader, brat taming, teasing

wc: 1.2k

It’s dark out, raining hard enough to crack concrete when he finally walks in. Jason’s eyes face the ground as he takes off his jacket and utility belt, bundling them both up and dumping them in the laundry basket to deal with later.

“Hey, how was the patrol?” you call out from the kitchen, fixing up dinner for the two of you.

He trudges over to you, blood finally visible in splotches on his undershirt in the dim kitchen light. “Could’ve been worse.”

Looking him over, you force yourself not to dwell on how attractive he looks in his crime-fighting attire. None of the cuts he has seem too deep. Luckily, most of the blood doesn’t seem to be his own. “No excuse for me not to make it better.”

And even though he’s half turned away and fully trying to hide it, he smirks.

.

Waiting in the bedroom for Jason usually never takes this long. You’ve already spent forever looking over every piece of the scenery, including Jason's bookshelf filled with novels he never has the time to read. Honestly, your impatience is making every second stretch out for longer than they need to. And even though you tried not to admit it earlier, you wanted to jump his bones the moment he walked in.

His hair was rain-slicked enough to where it curved across the back of his neck in half-curls, and water droplets ran down his cheeks following the strong line of his jaw.

He walks into the bedroom, then, deciding to finally make good on your promise. You run up to him, not even taking a second to admire him only clothed in a towel, and kiss him.

Jason takes a second to reciprocate. There’s always an undercurrent of insecurity when you initiate something with him, like on some level he can’t believe someone dishes out affection so easily. The thought has you kissing him harder, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck and into his hair, pulling gently at the strands.

Jason lets out a small sound, and you can feel the vibrations of it through your own body. You break away from the kiss, and he doesn’t have a moment to question it before you grab him by the hand and drag him to the bed.

“Glad to see you, too,” he snorts.

You don’t have the strength to shove him down, but you grip him by the shoulders and attempt to push him to the mattress. Jason, thankfully, takes the hint and lays himself down.

“You sure you don’t wanna eat dinner first? It smelled pretty good while I–” You crawl on top of him and kiss him deeply again, scratching your hands down his shoulders and biceps.

“I’ve been wanting you since you walked in,” you whisper into his ear, seeing his eyes widen from your peripheral vision. 

He exhales and wraps his hardened hands around your hips. “Well, shit, don’t let me stop you.”

You move down his body, now sitting on his thighs. He’s entirely laid out for you, only a towel to cover up his bottom half and he’s gorgeous. You run your hands across his pecs and abs, stopping to kiss at his nipples until he whimpers. Jason covers his mouth with a hand, but you grip it and pull it away, daring him with a gaze to try and stifle what you so badly want to hear. 

You pull the towel away, and sink down lower, head only inches away from his cock before you kiss down his v line and bite at his thighs.

“Holy shit–” he gasps, but you continue kissing up the inside of his thighs, getting dangerously close to his cock. Every time he thinks you’re finally going to lick at the base, you go back to lapping at the new bruises you’ve given him. You can tell it’s starting to turn him desperate by how he’s gripping the bed sheets hard enough to tear them, but he hasn’t begged for anything yet, so you continue teasing him.

“Jesus, baby, can you–” he cuts himself off in an attempt to swallow down another moan. Shame on him, didn’t you remind him already?

“Yes, Jason?” you ask sweetly, feeling up the muscles in his ass and thighs.

“Shit! Can’t you just touch me already?”

You respond by sending a hand up to grip harshly at his hair, sucking a particularly nasty bruise at the apex of one of his thighs. 

“Sorry, sweetie, I'm sensing a tone issue,” Hah, thank god you’re the one in control tonight, because you could tell Jason wanted to spank you for that one.

“Fuck! Please, baby, please touch me. I swear I’ll be g-good, just please–” And in response, you finally lick a stripe from the tip of his cock down to the base. 

Jason groans and fidgets, wrinkling the sheets, but you ignore him and begin swirling your tongue around his head. You get close to taking him in your mouth, your lips perched right at his dick, but whenever you sense his anticipation becoming too great, you go back to teasing him at the base or licking at his balls. 

Before Jason even has the time to beg again, you decide to take him all with no warning, and his hips immediately twitch up. You feel his tip tickling the back of your throat, but you shove his hips back down on the bed, and he whimpers at the harsh treatment.

You stare back up at him, and his eyes are so pretty. Watery and ready to spill over if you don’t start moving soon. You take pity on him and begin sliding up and down at an annoying slow pace. 

He sighs, but he places his hands against your head, scratching against your scalp. You reach a hand from his hips to rub at his nipple, and Jason’s body tenses as he lets out a curse, allowing you to go faster and rub your tongue against his sensitive vein.

“Ah! Fuck, please–” Jason begs, clearly unsure of what he’s even asking for, but his face is so tense, sweat mixing with water from the shower, and you know he needs a little something to push him over the edge. 

You slap his cheek and he moans loud enough for your neighbors to hear. Before he even realizes it himself, his cock starts to twitch and he cums in your mouth. 

He looks horrified for a moment, probably feeling like an asshole for not giving you a heads up, but you slide off of his dick, still making complete eye contact, and swallow right in front of him. 

You swear you see his eyes roll back in his head as he slams his head back down on the pillow.

“That’s was– Oh my god, that was–” you chuckle at how thoroughly you’ve broken him.

“Amazing, right?” you snuggle up next to him, kissing his cheek. “Now what about mine?”

[taurder]

(n) sfw

you knew dick grayson was going to sing like a bird in bed the second you landed your eyes on him. he was witty, quick to talk back in any other situation and it translated to a very vocal partner who wouldn't shut up while you were pounding him raw. he liked the banter before getting fucked seven days to sunday, and if it meant you saying dirty stuff to him then the vigilante wouldn't hesitate to become a brat, a slut, a desperate whore who needed you, a cocky hero who challenged you.

"ah-and here i though i was gonna get– mgh! properly manhandled, maybe if i go to fuck! mmhgghh" and sometimes you too would twist the words you knew he wanted to hear: a jealous boyfriend pushing just your tip into his hole, stopping him from moving. "no, no, you were saying? maybe if you go to whom, exactly?" and so he'll trash his mouth and either beg for it or provoke you to rail him harder.

then you'll be the mean lover, not caring if you missed his prostate with every thrust or if your hold in his hands stopped him from touching his own throbbing cock. "isn't this what you wanted, grayson? being fucked, right? then fucking take it, and be good 'cause you're gonna cum without touching your clit". and he would shiver from pleasure, moaning out before moving to fuck himself farther into you.

"please, please please, please fuck, so close, I can't like this– i caAagh–n't please" and it sometimes would take a long time for him to be good and ask for it, but he'd get there eventually. other times all you could hear were praises, for your cock, your legs, mouth, even your knees when he was horny enough to get off by just grinding into you, it really depended of the mood.

if it was a rough night: "just fucking get in, need it now, c'mon... yeah yeah, oh god. yes, yes. deeper, all the way in, fuck." and he would cry out, moan your name so demanding and you had to at least put him through two orgasms to fuck the stress and anger out of him. and if it was a wonderful weekend: "i love your tongue, i really really do, yes! keep eating me out– ah ah ah ah mmhmmm". his moans and keening voice would be so sweet you didn't have it in you to stop. you would do as asked, making him feel all loved and full that any other thought in his mind would come second to your cock.

you liked not knowing what yo expect each time he came to you to get filled, used. he would even salivate just by looking at you when you opened your door for him, his mouth already anticipating that it needed to be wet, either if you were to make him gag on your length or to be a talkative slut, a singing bird showing off his vocal range even after three or five orgasms. his mouth would still salivate even then, the wet spots all over the mattress, the kitchen table and your own shirts being proof of that.

still thirsty?

[martiniluvr]

pookie can you write bottom Dick, like I need to be on top of him driving him wild, perhaps even shoving fingers in his mouth if he gets too excited

ok anon this was a little out of my wheelhouse. but. the thought of THEE dick grayson, alias nightwing, squirming and begging made me start seeing colours that don’t exist so here I am. hope u enjoy 💋

18+ minors dni

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

dick grayson is used to being in control. being in charge of the people around him, telling them what to do, even physically dominating them occasionally—it all comes with the nightwing mantle; it’s just who he is. except to you. you get to do whatever you want to the mighty vigilante. and, god, he loves it when you use him to get yourself off.

dick is putty in your hands, and right now he’s trapped beneath you as you straddle him on the bed, lowering yourself down on his cock painfully slow while your hands use his chest as leverage. he whines and bucks his hips, his eyes begging you to give him something. you tut at him and raise yourself on your knees, letting his cock slip out of you. you thought you’d been clear: you were in charge tonight. his chest heaves as he looks up at you with needy blue eyes, his cheeks flushed and his lips swollen.

“I know—I’m sorry,” he whines, running his hands over your thighs hungrily. “I just—god, please, baby.”

“please, what? come on, use your words,” you insist, reaching between your legs to tease yourself. you notice the way his breathing hitches at the sight, and it makes you smile. you both know he could flip you over right now and fuck you however he wants, which makes your little display of power all the more arousing. he’s letting you do this, and you intend to have your fun.

“please fuck me, baby, please,” he begs, his fingers digging into your flesh desperately. you bite your lip to conceal your excitement at hearing him whine like that, and you decide to appease him, sinking back down onto his cock with a breathy moan. dick groans as your warmth envelops him, his furrowed brows relaxing once he’s finally buried inside you. you’ve been teasing him for what feels like hours, and he can’t contain the sounds he makes as you start to rock your hips.

he’s reduced to a medley of gasps and moans when you speed up, grinding your clit against his pelvis with each movement as you start to feel your orgasm building. your eyes screw shut as the knot in your belly tightens, and you hear dick’s whimpers growing louder.

“shh,” you coo, sweat trailing down your spine as you ride him harder. “I know, dickie. you feel so good inside me, baby.” you instinctively glide your fingertips over his soft lips, before slipping your ring and middle fingers in his mouth. he moans around them, sending heat pooling between your legs.

“just a little more,” you encourage him, your abdomen tightening as your other hand leaves small crescents in his skin, “just like that, hmm? make me feel good. you can do that, right, baby?” you breathe. you feel his cock twitch inside you as he nods emphatically, whining against your fingers as your hips roll on top of him. you shudder, a pleased smile on your face. you’ve got him right where you want him.

[newblvotg]

[garoniousxmen]

Bruce’s boy toy Dick The Bottom Grayson 😂👅😜

[wingdingdaddy]

Jason Todd x Reader

desperate

Jason Todd was aggressive. Everyone knew it. He was the hothead brother, the one that didn’t follow “the code”. He was just a little bit power-hungry, and he was okay with that. He loved having power, because he loved being in charge.

Your dynamic was fairly normal at home, in spite of his vigilantism-filled nights and whatever you may end up doing(you were a p. i. of sorts- a deadly one). At home, he cooked and you cleaned, both working hard to make sure your home was a clean environment. but what was interesting was the dynamic behind closed doors, in your rawest moments.

Jason was brash and and did his best to command the room when around others. But in your bedroom? The freedom of surrendering to you was every kind of release he needed from the stresses of his(very stressful) life. Anything you asked, he would do diligently. Even when the pegging conversation had happened, he’d said yes immediately. He never fought your requests, except for one;

“Don’t cum yet. “ you said firmly, as he squirmed under your touch. His breathing was erratic, and his eyes were glossing over. “Did you hear me, pet?” you tapped the side of his face with your palm a few times, not quite a slap. “ Hnnn,” he whined, his hips raising off the bed as he twitched. He was a mess now, and seeing him like that made you wet.

Your hand stopped moving and Jason’s’s face fell, his eyes focusing on you as he begged and tried to move his hips under you. You were perched on his thighs, his overstimulated dick in one had and your other around his throat, squeezing gently. His moans filled the room as you began stroking him again, slowly. A deep whine escaped him as you stopped once again and he threw his arms around you as he rubbed his dick against your stomach.His moans grew louder as he quickened his pace, and his hips ground into you erratically before he finally gasped and fell against the sheets, exhausted.

“Did that feel good, baby?” you asked sweetly. He looked up at you, salt and pepper covering his eyes. “You’re not mad? I thought you’d be mad, you told me not to so I was really worried you would be-“ “I’m not mad, pet. I’m excited!” He swallowed, watching you move lower and lower.

“Why are you exci- oHH” he moaned, twitching all over the bed as his cock disappeared inside your mouth. After making sure it was plenty wet, you ran your tongue along the shaft as you came up for air, and as soon as he got quiet you continued your assault of his member. You had to wrap your arms around his thighs to hold him still. He moaned your name over and over like a prayer, unable to manage anything else. He came again without warning, shooting a hot stream of cum right down your throat without warning you. As you pulled away and slid beside him, you grabbed his cock and began to stroke him.

His moans turned into muffled screams as you put your other hand over his mouth. You continued, as tears streamed down his face and his body shook. “What happens when we don’t listen, pet?” you asked softly, slowing your pace. Jason mumbled nothing in particular, his eyes still closed. “Answer me, you warned, squeezing lightly. “We get…. hhh,” he trailed off as you began to stroke him again, lost in the sensation. “What was that?” you demanded sharply.

“When we don’t listen, we get punished.”

[starfanatic]

“Jupiter is supposed to be a star but failed”

Someone: that’s stupid who can even relate to that-

Anakin Skywalker: …

Ares: …

Draco Malfoy: …

Sirius Black: …

Achilles: …

Jason Todd: …

Jason Grace: …

Michael Afton: …

Roman Bridgers: …

Bi-Han: …

[dottcre]

thinking of yan!stalker!reader x yan!dottore… brain juicy…

cw: nsfw, yandere content, stalking, gn!reader

yan!stalker!reader who just so happens to appear anywhere dottore is. out in the field to do research? you were there collecting fruits and flowers. in sumeru city for errands? oh, silly you, almost running into the man. business meeting? guess who’s there! (spoiler alert. it was you)

yan!dottore who arranges more trips out of his lab for the sole purpose of running into you. it’s a waste of his time and resources, really, but he’s done far too much and is far too valuable to the fatui for any horrible consequences. he enjoyed your game of cat and mouse, of him pretending like everything was coincidental.

yan!stalker!reader who set up cameras in dottore’s lab and living quarters, who watches intently when he masturbates. he’d groan, hand jerking his dick with a sort of feral desperation. he wasn’t good at it by any chance, but it was cute watching his expression contort with pleasure and his jaw dropping open when he came.

yan!dottore who’s completely aware of the cameras, the stalking, the obsession. he likes to tease, to edge you and push you to finally do something truly deranged to him. just for your pleasure, he touches himself more often, moans a little louder. he knew you’d never miss out on a show he put on for you, anyway.

[dxxdhood]

show off

pairing: dick grayson x gn!reader

summary: after dick tries his hardest to get your attention, you finally give it to him.

tags: smut (18+), sub!dick grayson, dom!reader, teasing, dirty talk, praise kink, fingering (m receiving), oral (m receiving), light bondage, hair pulling, body worship

wc: 2.2k

a/n: hey! sorry for disappearing! i don't have an ao3-author-almost-dying-excuse but i hope this fic makes up for it!

What made Dick Grayson so hot was that he knew he was hot. He was always walking around with an annoying amount of confidence that he managed to pull off anyway. Blame it on him being the poster child for a Good Samaritan or his relentless integrity– the guy was impossible to hate no matter how big his head got.

Luckily, you’ve lucked out as his official, number one supporter. Ever since becoming partners, you’ve gotten to spend more little moments together, even when life would ordinarily tear you apart. And of course it’s great! Dick’s arms around you as you try to catch up on some reading in the morning, forehead kisses even as you’re running out the door late for work– everything’s been adorable. But lately, you can’t shake the feeling that something’s off. 

Dick’s been stressed out, you can tell it in the set of his shoulders even if he’s been trying to hide it. The thing was, you’ve been super busy lately. Work and personal stuff kept piling up, and although you’re ashamed of it, you’ve ended up prioritizing other things instead of your relationship.

You told Dick that you were swamped with work and – as usual – he was nothing but understanding. But if dating Dick has taught you anything, it’s that he believes that being understanding means completely ignoring all his own wants. It’s very endearing, but you also feel like a giant asshole, especially as things finally start clearing up and he still keeps his distance.

Or well, at least it seems like he’s trying to keep his distance. That doesn’t explain him showing off for you.

Because that’s what he’s been doing! It started off when you came back from work one night to Dick, on his day off from patrols, cooking you an entire candlelit dinner. He was wearing a black button up with the top two buttons undone and the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. His hair was also loose, messy like he’d just been on a run. Oh, and he must not have shaved that morning, because he has the slightest amount of stubble– he was trying to kill you was what he was doing. 

Okay, he may have had plausible deniability during that night’s dinner, but that time you walked in on him working out was not subtle. As soon as you walked into the living room he switched to doing squats, the thin material of his gym shorts straining against his muscled thighs. After a couple seconds of you watching in awe, he had the nerve to turn around and smile at you all innocently, asking you how your day went. 

And then there was what happened yesterday. Once again you walk into your living room (clearly a trigger for these events) and you’re met with Dick on the couch, shirtless, wearing only gray sweatpants as he snores softly. His head was leaning against his shoulder at an uncomfortable angle, so you grab a small pillow and maneuver it under his neck to stop him from getting sore. Even asleep, you feel how strong he is as your hands trace the outline of his neck and shoulder muscles. You can spot so many moles littering his arms and chest. It’s a shame they’re usually covered.

It’s not like Dick doesn’t usually lounge around the house shirtless, but wearing nothing – and you’re sure it’s really nothing – but gray sweatpants all stretched out on the couch? At this point he’s not asking for you to do something, he’s begging for it.

So, today you text him to “get ready for a surprise tonight!” while he’s out on patrol. He responds back something like “????😍🥳😘!!!!!” while you start getting ready. 

“Hey, I’m home!” he calls as he walks through your front door. “So what’s this big surprise I’ve been hearing about?”

“Welcome back,” you say, rushing from your bedroom to give him a kiss. He’s ready to break it off almost instantly, but you hold on for longer, placing your hands on his shoulders. Dick muffles a sound of surprise but he doesn’t pull away. After a second of not knowing what to do with his hands, he rests them around your waist and melts into the kiss.

You eventually pull back and Dick starts talking again, “Well, that was a nice surprise! Guess I’ll just–”

“Shut up!” You shout through a giggle. “Just wait a second, it’s in here.”

You grab his hand and lead him to your bedroom, which you’ve lit with scented candles. Also – and this may have been going a little far – you bought roses to adorn your bedside table (and to sprinkle petals on your bed, of course). On top of the freshly washed sheets, through the dim lighting, Dick spots some suspiciously red rope. 

“Alright, I mean it this time, this is a nice surprise,” he says as he tries to fight against a smile. “But are you sure you’re okay to do this tonight? I don’t wanna worry you, and if you don’t have the time for–”

You grab both of his hands and pull him down so you’re both sitting on the side of the bed.

“Dick… It’s not my fault I’ve been busy lately, and I know that,” you take a deep breath. “But I’m so sorry I haven’t been spending enough time with you. I should’ve tried harder, you know, I should’ve done what you always do– find a way to pull through it.”

He raises one of his hands from where yours were covering his and is about to protest before you stop him, “Please don’t defend me, just let me say I’m an asshole for once.”

He exhales and relaxes back, placing his hands in yours again.

“So, let me make it up to you?” you ask, almost timidly in comparison to how solid the rest of your apology went.

As a response, Dick leans forward and hugs you so tight you think you may have crushed ribs (and you know Dick definitely has the strength to do it). 

“Of course I’m not going to say no to that,” he chuckles, breaking the hug so he can stand up and start uncoiling the rope.

“Hold on,” you say as you come up behind him and place a hand on his shoulder. He turns his head toward you, confusion clear on his face. “I was thinking that tonight I’d do the tying.”

And you’re infinitely grateful that Dick turned around, because now you can see his cute raised eyebrows and the sweet way he tries to look towards the floor. He lets out a small cough and politely hands you the rope.

“Sounds- sounds good.”

“Great!” you nestle a hand in his tousled hair and scratch at the back of his scalp. “Go take a shower, alright? When you’re back, I’ll be here and we’ll get started, okay?”

He nods, and you give a gentle tug of his hair, “Speak, baby.”

“Right, yeah! Good! It sounds really good,” He manages, walking to the bathroom quickly and wasting no time to get the shower started.

You giggle as you watch him exit. Dick was usually so suave and self-assured, it always threw you to see how nervous he got when he was under your thumb. 

Preparing the last few things you needed, you lay on the bed, resting your head on your bent arm to watch Dick as he steps out of the bathroom. He didn’t even bother bringing a towel out with him, and you can see the drops of water run down his chest and abs before reaching his cock. 

You give him less of a smirk and more of a fond smile as you walk up to him, reaching to cup the back of his neck and bring his face close to yours.

“Even now, when I already told you you’re going to get what you want, you’re still showing off for me.”

“What?” He shakes his head, eyes gleaming.

“Lay down for me, okay? You say, and even though he wants to hear you finish, he follows immediately.

Rope in hand, you crawl on the bed so you’re straddling him. The sight of him, all lean muscles and thick thighs, laid out for you makes your face heat up. You take a deep breath as you gesture for him to move his hands up, and you tie him to the headboard.

“You’ve been craving my attention so badly, haven’t you? Just wanted me to drop what I was doing and show you how much I love you?”

“What, no, I–”

You move your hands from his tied up wrists to grip his jaw so he faces you, “Don’t keep anything from me now. Just tell me the truth, I want to hear it.”

After fighting past a blush, Dick lets out a shuddering breath, “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“I– I wanted you to notice me.”

“How couldn’t I, baby?” You say as you move down his body, nipping at his neck and the strong muscles of his shoulders. “You always look so sexy, you always want me to look.”

You lick at one of his nipples and you can feel his body twitch.

“You know you’re so handsome, right? You’re so hot, sometimes I think about you at work and get so distracted I can’t get anything done.”

He lets out a sigh as you scratch your nails down his side, leaving lines of red before you grip at his raised biceps.

“You’re so kind, too,” You whisper before kissing him deeply, biting at his bottom lip. Your other hand leaves to get the lube and begins spreading some around his hole. Dick’s breathing grows more and more uneven, but you kiss along his jaw and let him relax before you slip your finger in.

He squirms a bit at first, and you run your other hand through his hair to comfort him as you prep him using your finger. 

“You’re always so good, even when you don’t have to be– even when you have no reason to be. You see someone hurt, alone, and you help them– like it’s the most obvious thing to do.” You add another finger and Dick bites his lip at the stretch, trying not to breathe too heavily.

He starts gasping at every little thrust, sweat glistening at his brow and you angle your hand to reach that spot every time. Dick lets out a long groan, dipping his head to his collarbone before you pull him back up to look you in the eyes..

“You’re incredible, Dick. Such a gorgeous person inside and out.”

“Babe!” he cries, hiding his face in the crook between his neck and shoulder, and you gently cup his face to coax him out of it.

“It’s true, sweetheart, and you don’t get to hear it enough. You’re so good, you’re my good boy.”

He moans at that, higher than usual and you add another finger while he’s distracted. His voice breaks in the middle of the sound, and you can feel his chest working double time to try and keep up with your thrusts.

“Shit– shit, holy shit!” He cries, and you card your hand through his hair one last time before you run it down the side of his neck and across his chest. You never stop your hand movements as you kiss down the column of his neck and his pecs, following each spot your hand touches with your mouth.

You lick down his abs and Dick whines, trying to hide his face again while also keeping one eye focused on you, not wanting to miss a second of what you’re doing to him. The hand tracing down his body reaches his hard cock, and you run a finger across the length of it, rubbing in the bead of precum.

You take a second to make sure you’re keeping your thrusts consistent with your fingers before you take his entire length in your mouth. Dick rocks his entire body back and forth, trying to stay calm for you, and you breathe through your nose for a moment, letting him rest on your tongue as you get ready to move.

You slide on his cock at the same time your fingers hit his prostate, trying your best to line up the two so his tip hits the back of your throat when your fingers thrust against him. Clearly, it’s working, because Dick moves constantly, blinking back tears or trying in vain to hold back sounds as you work him even quicker.

His breathing becomes labored, so you move a hand to work his cock as you slide up his body, kissing him and sliding your tongue in his mouth. As soon as he tastes himself on you, you can feel the vibrations of a moan. His cum coats your hand as you work him through his orgasm.

Once you break your mouth away from his, his voice comes out all airy, “Oh my God, Fuck! Where were you hiding all of that?”

“The mouth?” You choke out, talking about how you just sucked him off, “Or the… mouth?” You mean the dirty talk.

“The–” He shakes his head, having trouble with the motion while still being tied up. “Yeah!”

The two of you giggle as you untie him, and you both cuddle for a while before hopping in the bath. 

[s9sa]

corrupt me, own me

☆.   ﹟SUMMARY – In the entirety of his years as Dick Grayson, previous Robin, he never would’ve figured he would be here.

☆.   ﹟PAIRING – Bottom!Dick Grayson x Top!Male Reader

☆.   ﹟WARNINGS – pwp, language, oral (r receiving), anal, pet names, cum eating, Dick being Dick, Dick’s fat ass, reader has a fat dick (so real), dacryphilia (?), Dick going from being all cocky to being slutty & subby, slight fluff at the end, I wrote this at 3 am so kinda messy & lowk lacks energy

☆.   ﹟WORD COUNT – 2K

Dick doesn’t have the foggiest idea about how he wound up here, stuck under your body, eyes locking with yours and sadly, the position solidifies him. He needs to cut the strain, break free however your grasp on him is tight, eyes glaring into his with a never before glimmer. It was a long, messy kiss that truly struck lightning down onto him, kissing back with similar energy as his hand at last breaks free, holding the rear of your neck tenderly. Neither of you end the kiss, Dick savoring the taste of you, gripping onto your lower arms.

He effectively sneaks off your shirt, lips connected to your neck, sucking on it delicately as you play with his suit. “Why is this suit so fucking tight?”

“How else would it display my ass?” He jokes, and a laugh gets away from your lips, catching his and he gets out of the suit with your assistance, mushing lips until his swell. He keeps up with your pace steadily, your hands tangling in his hair, stroking the soft strands of his dull hair, the flavor of outright lust dissolving on your tongue. He lets a moan slip past, head hitting the soft cushion of the couch, breathing heavy.

You bother his sensitive nipples, rolling one in between your index and thumb, watching how quick it hardens, suctioning it in your mouth. He moans, holding you near him, lips against your ear, heavy breath against the shell. Your tongue washes over his nipple, licking agonizing slow, teasing him. Your lips drop to kiss down his toned stomach, leaving a couple of hickeys on the way down. “It’s not fair how I’m the only one stripping bare. You’re half naked.” Dick protests, and you sit up. “Help me then, Grayson.”

He grumbles at the name call, sitting up to unfasten your jeans, battling with the belt however ultimately he gets it off, your dick springing out. He has a cocky joke in the back of his head, however words can’t form as he simply gazes with magnificence. His lips fold over your fat head, eyes watering up quickly, lips extending to try and fit it inside. He gags on his spit, tears threatening to fall past and in the long run they do when he gets a couple inches down his throat, his tongue whirling around.

You groan at the sensation, his tongue working magic. You grasp his hair, gazing at his sorrowful face, driving his head further down and he holds your thighs with a powerful strength, tears staining your thighs. He needs to surface for oxygen, lips fiercely red and enlarged, meeting your dick again to bring more into his mouth. He bobs his head in a pleasant, consistent speed, stroking it. Slobber stacks up toward the edge of his mouth, trickling.

His back curves as his lips cup around your balls, stroking your cock and he can feel it pulsate in his grasp. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Keep doing that, pretty boy.” He’s used to the nickname, but hearing it from you makes his heart flutter, entirely settled to show he can make you cum. He can make you cum so mind-blowingly hard. Dick choking around your impeccable size as you deepthroat him, fucking his throat as his nails dig into your skin, whining around your cock as you fist his hair, forcing him to look up and drool runs down his chin, Dick whimpering while hot tears stream down his pretty face. He was such a slut.

Your stomach tightens, fucking into his mouth to draw nearer to your climax, and Dick allows you to use his mouth as though he’s some toy. He pushes through, the rear of his throat slamming into your cock. He hates how unimaginably hard he is, disregarding his own pleasure just to flaunt how great of a sex toy he can be with regards to you. Your cum splatters down his throat, slipping out easily and Dick swallows, cleaning his mouth with the rear of his hand. Its so amazingly thick and theres heaps of it, yet he pushes it down his throat.

“Shit…that was a thick load.” He remarks, temple sweat-soaked, hair strands adhering to his brow and the picture is so beautiful to you. He’s a flawlessly carved man. You don’t answer, flipping him over before spreading his legs to gaze at his opening and its throbbing, for all intents and purposes calling out for you. His cheeks feel so fat and full in your hands, so soft and you need to regain focus prior to entering him consistently, kissing his spine to occupy him from the excruciating penetration.

Curses spill from his swollen lips, nails sinking into the sofa, a burning sensation encompassing his opening before it perishes into pleasure, opening fixing around your dick as you push in, holding his hips protectively, stretching him spot on. He moans, the tip of your cock bruising his prostrate, ruthlessly hitting it until he’s shouting out, looming over the edge attempting to focus. It’s all too good. He can barely take it. Your name slips past his lips, his body trembling. “Fuck…do it harder..”

You thrust into him harder, pressing his head into the arm of the couch, the sounds of skin on skin reverberating off the walls, getting progressively stronger alongside moans. Dick strokes his own cock yet you grip his arms back, needing him to endure all of this. Dick cries, toes curling as his bottom lip trembles, tears gushing past his face. You bruise his insides, kisses being spread all around his skin. Your hips never stopping as you thrust into him, hitting his prostrate, drawing nearer to your climax. “C-cum inside…please for the love of god…do it…” Dick chokes out, feeling you pulsate inside him, your hand tenderly scouring his stomach. You press your head into the rear of his, your pushes getting messy as your climax hits you abruptly, painting his walls a pleasant white tone. And when you pull out, the cum spouts out of his opening, trickling perpetually. Dick shakes, the warm fluid astonishing him. “Good job..” You praise, turning him over to kiss his lips gently.

He cups your face, cum trickling down his legs. “I fucking love you..” He says, his hole gripping you once more. “I love you too..” You answer in a quiet tone, tongue kissing him as he clings onto you pathetically, moaning into your mouth. You fuck him faster this time, wanting to feel him grip you so fucking tight. Your hand grips his mistreated cock, same speed as your hips and he whimpers, hitting your chest for prodding him so detestably. He tosses his head back, feeling his cock pulse terribly while in your grasp, pre-cum faltering out.

You smirk at the mess you created, his neck on full display and you suck on his adam’s apple, gripping his leg with the other hand to push further inside. He takes everything. He feels only his dick being mishandled and his opening being utilized like a ragdoll, gibberish piling on gibberish. His sweat glimmers in the light, giving him a sparkle impact. He’s dependent on your touch. Cherishing how gentle and rough it can be from time to time, contacting his skin carefully, rubbing his shins. His skin is so soft to touch, massaging his strained muscles while banging into him, kissing his neck then, at that point, following to his collarbones. He’s in love.

Dick knows he’s close. He can feel it.

And when your thumb slides over the slit, he shakes verbally, sputtering out baby batter and you watch it tumble down your fingers like a waterfall, stuffing your hand in his mouth and he tastes himself, gazing at you with doe ones. The taste resembles battery acid with a somewhat sweet flavor yet Dick keeps on licking off his mess, allowing your fingers to slide out his mouth. “Good boy.” You kiss him, it’s sweet and helps him remember his happy place, cutting off his moans with sounds of messy kissing, cupping his face. You don’t know how long you’ve been inside of Dick, his tight ass and sweet groans diverting you, hickeys spread all around his fabricated body. You don’t quit fucking him. You can’t. He’s excessively sweet. You really want to corrupt him however long you can, and Dick wants you to do so. He really wants this. He craves this. He’s thought about this and you gladly give him his fantasy.

You want him in so many ways. So many more ways than just this. You feel your stomach tighten, cursing into his chest. You fall back, allowing Dick to get on top and he bounces, grinding his hips. He realizes what he’s doing and your hands on his hips simply turns him on more. You thrust up, assisting a little bit and he laughs, enjoying the helpful hand. His ass interface with your thighs, driving all over like a rollercoaster. He was quick with his moves, clenching on you so tight. He rides you like a bull, hand on your chest and its all too good.

He’s hot and sweaty, breathing heavy with grunts emerging from his mouth, his stomach feeling full. He needs this one final filling. One final filling and he’s transforming into clay. But like the fucked up bastard you are, you thrust up into him with sharp hips, watching how he loses control easily. Dick whines as his hips thrust back against you, leaning into your chest as you painfully slow stroke him, wrapping your hand around his violent, pulsating red tip that had been sputtering up pre-cum. As you refuse to give him what he wants, he paws at your chest, causing tears to well up once more.

As you began to gently place a hand on his waist and assist him in slowly rolling his hips while kissing his neck, Dick let out choked whimpers as his body heat only increased. While your lips began to hover over his delicate nipples and you began to tug his nipple in between your teeth and let your tongue wash over it, he lets out a low call of your name with trembling thighs. Dick strokes at his now-abandoned cock with his tip reddening at the thought of you fucking him senseless. Dick gasps in surprise when you smack his ass, a handprint forming on his cheek, and he can only take so much with his orgasm just around the corner. His stomach tightens, and hot tears stream down his cheeks once more. He was a fucking whore–He knew it.

“Cmon, pretty boy. Bounce on my cock like the whore you are. Don’t you want to make me proud?” Dick grumbles as you cup his face, forcing him to lean down so you can kiss again, and he begins to bounce on your cock like a perfect slut while stroking his own, moaning louder as he gets closer to his orgasm. He drives one knee into the couch and opens his mouth to speak, but all you get are whimpers and whines. When his orgasm finally hits, he grunts, cum trickling down his hand. You smile, Dick bringing his hand up to his mouth and licking off his mess. He wasn’t ashamed while doing it.

He felt pride.

Dick exclaims in surprise as you pick him up, hands under his thighs and holding him up as you fuck him while standing up, moving over to the nearest wall and slamming brutal thrusts into him. He bounces even harder on your cock, lips locked in a harsh and nasty make out session, tongue wrapping around yours as you fuck him into oblivion. His ass grips your girth tightly, his hole closing in on you, and you let out a small moan, orgasm close at hand and ready to fuck him full of cum. He can’t stop himself from touching every part of your body while growling out your name, nodding furiously as you hit that one spot that has him seeing white spots, words muddled into pure gibberish as you press your forehead into his shoulder.

You slam into him harder and harder until your thrusts become erratic, your cum spurting into his fucked hole one final time and Dick trembles, his feet finally touching the ground and he trips into your hold, gently caressing his arms. He couldn’t feel anything other than you holding him and then cleaning him up, wrapping a blanket around his body. His body sunk into the mattress, too exhausted to think clearly. The only thing that mattered was that he was present with you.

Dick Grayson was coming back for more, that’s for sure.

[violent138]

Batman, fixing up one of his kids mid-patrol after a direct hit, holding up two fingers: "How many fingers am I holding up?"

Batkid, groggy, holding a slushie against their head: "Four?"

Bruce, holding the fingers closer: "Two, say two."

Batkid, frowning: "Two?"

Bruce, clapping them on the back: "Perfect. Now get back out there."

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If we got a Mortal Kombat vs DC Universe 2:

Bruce: You can’t work with Jason, he kills people!

Every Earthrealm fighter:

[zkalwayslazy]

Ever I hate MK VS DC storyline, but I love this duos 🔥❄️

Heh and I still don't use rubber cuz I'm lazy, so that is why Kuai-Liang is smaller than scorp, and his vein is such a mistake 💀 sorry my sweet boi

I tried to draw every day on paper when I saw Pewdiepie with 30 days, and now he drew for 100 days Damn such an inspiring me so I may post my lazy art more often lately (?)

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