ź° content ź± .š„ Ż Ė drunk!jason todd x fem!reader, fluff, talks of pregnancies, art by ciricearts
āSweetheart, weāre gonna have a baby?ā he mumbles, lifting your shirt to press messy kisses up your stomach. Youāre not sure where he got this idea from. The two of you have never talked about kids, mostly because youāve been afraid to bring it up.
You learned early on that the future was something you didnāt mention around him. Every time you made an offhand comment about a ring, or how cute babies were, youād see his shoulders tense, his throat bobbing.
Now, at his words, your heart speeds up. āUhā¦ā
āI hope she has your eyes and your nose and your pretty smile,ā he slurs.
āJay, what are youāā
He cuts you off when his nose brushes your stomach softly. āOur baby,ā he adds.Ā
When he looks up at you, his blue eyes are glassy, cheeks dusted in pink.
You canāt bring yourself to shatter the moment. Especially not when heās looking at you like that.
āThatāsā¦nice, honey,ā you hum, fingers threading through his black curls, nails scratching lightly at his scalp.
He sighs like a puppy. āYou feel nicer.ā
Your lips curve up at that. "Come on, let's get you to bed," you whisper as you try to pull him up.
But the man's too stubborn. He stays rooted and grunts in disapproval.Ā
"Not done talkin' to her," he tells you, arms wrapping around your hips.
āher?ā you repeat softly. āHow do you know itās a her?ā
"Father's intuition," he says it like it should be obvious.Ā
You laugh and he pouts when he feels your shoulders shaking. "You really want a baby?" you ask him.Ā
He tilts his head. And he's never looked so unguarded before.Ā
"Wanna give you everything."Ā
Maybe in the morning you'll find the courage to ask him again. But for now, your expression softens. You don't know what to say, so you kneel with him and throw your arms around his neck. He smells like gunpowder and leather, and this time a tang of alcohol clings to him.Ā
ā ā ā ā ā everything i need between those thighs
ā ā ā ā ā ā ā ā ā jason has a thing for thighs
ā ā ā ā 0.8k įøįø fem! reader , suggestive content , established relationship , jay is a flushed sweetheart
jason is a thigh man. not boobs nor ass, he loves how soft the skin is in that area and how good it is to lay on them. but nonetheless he loves your thighs. obsessed with them actually.
when you started dating jason you didnt take him as a touchy guy. he was more reserved at first and mostly you had initiated physical contact. but the truth was that he was shy āscared even to touch you. it was that you were just so pretty that be physically shook while looking at you!
and something you never noticed early on about him is that his sight lingered on your thighs. he couldnt help himself! he was just a man after all but he would do nothing you werent comfortable with, he was serious about you and wanted to do the best he could be for you.
as the relationship goes on tho you started to notice and one day it was very clear about hisā¦ ordeals.
jason had asked you to come to a gala with him. he normally dips these things one hour in but with you? he wanted to stay until the planners kicked him out just to see you in your pretty dresses he liked to buy you.
but tonights dress? pheww he had his work cut out for him. the way the dress clung to your curves and the slit showed off your legs ā he was a lost man.
you had seen his eyes, the way he bluntly looked at your figure and stopped on your thighs and justā¦ stayed there. he was being obvious about it too, so obvious that bruce was shaking his head in embarrassment and slight disappointment at his son. but ā jason could care less, his girlfriend was hot, why gotta hide it?
on the way back from the event, the car ride was quiet. the grip he held on the steering wheel was tight. he knew you caught him staring and he was scared he fucked it up ā like he always did in past relationships.
āyou can touch them yknow?ā you say, cutting the silence. your legs sat crossed in the passenger seat while you looked at his side profile. his jaw was tight and he looked like he was holding back of god knows what.
jasons eyes widen, he flicked at you before looking back at the road and you swear you can see his cheeks flushing.
ātouch what?ā he mumbles, coughing slightly as he adjusts his position in the drivers seat.
you scoff with a smile on your face. you grab his free hand and pull it to rest on top of your thigh. he lets out what seems to be a small whimper as his hand is barely touching you thigh out of embarrassment.
ājay weve been dating for a while now and i saw you looking at them tonight, its fine to touch them you know?ā
saying that in your warm voice of yours made him melt. he awkwardly nodded. the fact that you noticed made him feel embarrassed but he had to remember that you loved him very much and this reassurance coming from you made him feel safe ā wanted even, and he couldnt want it from anyone else.
so with a squeeze on the plush skin and his grounding hand on there the whole ride back to his apartment, you knew it wouldnt be the end of it.
at anytime he got he would have his big hands on your thighs. it was his anchor, he couldnt not touch them for less than three times a day.
he had a habit of grabbing you by them instead of your waist. if you passed by while he was on the couch, he would grab your thighs and pull you to his lap or give them a squeeze. and for moving past by you, he would put his hands on the back of your thighs, right under your ass cheeks, and scoot with a big grin on his face.
every night when he was with you, he made it a routine of massaging them with lotion, making circular motions. and ā of course ā always with sweet words, telling about his day and how much he missed you, or the little things he noticed about you that week. its secretly your favorite part of the day.
buying you clothes that flattered them was something he loved. jason adored spoiling his lover but might as well get something in the process, am i right? dresses, shorts, skirts, tights, garments, everything that accentuated those pretty thighs of yours, he was all in for. and the cute smile on your face when he does so makes it impossible to resist.
and nights where he had it rough at patrol or just life in general, he would barge into your place, nuzzling his face in your thighs and laying there as long as he wanted to. how could he not? you ran your fingers through his black hair and the touch of your thighs on his cheek was so soft, it was heaven to him.
his death wish would be to lay on them, just one last time. he loves the softness but he might love whats between them more.
ā¢ šš šššš¾š: i yearn for a man who yearns for thighs
put on my jacket, to know how i feel
caught cosplaying as their superhero persona (request)
includes | dick grayson, jason todd, tim drake, damian wayne & roy harper
playing | leather weather- the neighbourhood
art by dictearchive on tumblr for jason's, baihujun for tim's, xiaoye12589 on twitter for roy's, couldn't find the artist for dick's and damian's :(
dick grayson
The keyhole squeaked and the doorknob jingled to show that someone was trying to pry the old door open. That someone was your boyfriend, who was bringing in the groceries for the week from your favourite shops and was wrangling too many bags into his arms that he was stumbling around the entryway.
Dick let you know that he had arrived with a simple call out to your name and the usual āIām back!ā, going quickly to the kitchen to put said bags away from his hands. He went automatically to the room you were in to properly greet you with a hug and if heās lucky, even a kiss, but he stood in the doorway confused as he stared at the living room.
Colourful fabrics and props were all spread on every surface available, the biggest being the suspiciously shaped Nightwing suit without the logo on the chest hanging in a chair; currently, you were struggling to put blue tape around twin escrima sticks. āAm I interrupting something orā¦?ā he questioned as he jumped over a scrap blue fabric and you turned in surprise at his arrival āHi! You welcomed back excitedly, as if this was just a normal activity for you. āDid you know your suit is the lightest out of all the bats?ā you explained with a smile.
He just stared at you while skipping over fabric pieces, looking for an explanation with a sheepish smile on his matching yours. āSo, you know how the convention on Gotham is next week? My friends and I decided to go as vigilantesā you finished while moving your brows up and down, āyou wanna help recreate your costume with 5-buck tape?ā you asked as you rose your makeshift sticks. āHell yeah, gimme a second to put the cold food away and Iām showing you all the cool things my suit hasā he replied with an excited sparkle in his eye.
jason todd
āJason, baby, can you lend me your work jacket for a few please?ā were the first words he heard when he was about to enter the living room after entering through the window once again. More curious than anything, he advanced towards the area you stood in just to see you set up with your camera and a background against a wall.
What piqued his interest and made him almost drop his helmet was your attire: an almost perfect replica of his red hood suit, holsters and fake guns matching where he kept his on his real costume. Softly leaving his remaining gadgets on the table, he drew near while you stood in the middle of the room with a proud look on your face as he inspected (and definitely checked you out in the meanwhile) the costume, waiting for his reaction.
He finally stood in front of you, mouth agape and dumbstruck expression plastered on his face, and just hugged you gently around your waist as he stared at his logo on your chest, something the tiniest bit possessive taking over for a second. āI can give you anything you ask me too. My jacket, my heart, you already own everything of mineā he breathed out, almost if you had casted a spell over him ācan I ask the reason of this or do I enjoy the view in silence?ā he whispered out, finally looking at you in the eye.
āThought itād be cool, no other reason to cosplay as my very incredible boyfriendā you smiled coyly as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Brought back to reality, he seemed to regain his conscience, and he pulled you into his arms, picking you up and carrying you to some other place of the apartment while kissing every inch available.
tim drake
Timās spare red robin suit was perched on a hanger as you measured the length of the different gadgets wrapped around it when the owner of said suit entered the room and your movements came to a halt while waiting for a response. However, he looked so drained from patrol that night that he barely spared a glance in the direction and he fell face down into your bed.
Your hands were stuck in place mid-air, still with the measuring tape and notebook full of notes as you heard him complaining that you were too far away and to come to bed with him, when he also stopped for a second. His head, previously in between your cushions was now turned towards you with wide eyes looking through all your faux discrete-ness.
Staring competition taking place, Tim quickly scanned what surrounded you until he muttered āare youā¦ measuring my suit for a cosplay or am I just misreading your notes in my brain?ā. Completely caught like a deer in headlights, you lowered your notebook as you replied with a hopeful smile āif I told you I am would you help me find good props for it?ā.
āIāll 3D print you as many as you want if you donāt like the ones we find or Iāll just glue the safety on some of the older models but weāre getting you the best red robin cosplay the world has ever seenā he replied, yawning as he finished talking ānow come over to bed please babe, Iām dying to cuddle already. Iāve been here for 5 minutes, and I have contained myself from clinging onto you, you should be proud because itās my new recordā Giggling and thanking him, you went over to bed, lying beside him to fall asleep.
damian wayne
Damian Wayne went into a very reasonable panic when he saw that his katana, usually hanging beside your flowery paining was missing, and activated detective mode to fully inspect the apartment. Halfway done, he heard you moving around in your room, so he tried to make less noise as to not to disturb you and your ānapā.
Problem was, the only place remaining to look into was said room, so he pried the door open very slowly, reducing the creaking to a minimum. Despite having found himself in a lot of weird situations, he could confidently say that one of the ones he never thought possible was to see his partner posing with his missing katana in front of a mirror, headphones on and dressed in an incredibly detailed robin cosplay.
He pushed the door fully open, now startling you through the music playing faintly and making you scream and jump in place, gripping his weapon and fully stumbling forwards to who you thought was an intruder into your room. Damian, completely amused by the whole ordeal, just lowered the edge of the swords pointing at him as his eyes ogled over the details of your costume.
Once the blade was pointing again to the ground, he raised one single eyebrow containing his wide grin while you stood flustered and looked annoyed at his interruption. āWhile your reaction time was excellent, sweetheart, your position could improve. Move your arm to hold the back to create more force on impact, and let your footing be a bit looser. There you go, belovedā he corrected as he moved behind you to reposition your body, warm hands on yours felt even through the layers of the costume. āNow, please, care you show me a bit closer your costume, yes?ā
roy harper
āOn a scale of 1 to 10 how suspicious is it if I asked you to show me the very basic basics of a bowā you asked Roy as he finished cooking dinner for the two of you. āA solid 1 considering I saw a cosplay of my arsenal suit in your closet a week ago, when do you have time for a one-on-one session with the absolute CEO of archery?ā he replied as he stole a French fry off of your plate.
āYou forgot to hide the mask when I came over a couple weeks ago and I just wanted to see when youāll finish or ask for my help for something. Almost started a bet by the wayā he joked as you looked over your plate feigning annoyance. āAt least you could pretend to act surprisedā you mumbled while you crossed your arms and looked away to add more drama to it all.
āSweetheart, I love you, but you canāt hide a secret for shitā he reached over the table to uncross your arms himself gently, moving your face to look at him again as he placed his thumb on your chin to ease the movement. āPlus, itās really fucking hot to think you spent weeks designing a cosplay of my suit. Iāve been waiting and Iām starving. Can I take pics when youāre done? Is it too creepy if I keep one in the pocket of my suit?ā he rambled while he looked intensely in your eyes, finally done with your dramatic act.
āYes, you can take pics, and no, I donāt think itās weird if you keep one in your suit. Wanna see what I have already done when weāre done with dinnerā you answered while you masked your excitedness. āFuck yeahā he whispered to himself as he pumped the air to the side to show his eagerness to it, and then replied to you āYeah, I mean, if you insistā while looking away, feigning nonchalance he didnāt have.
jason todd cannot let you know how badly he's been crushing on you.
anyone could've guessed it by how he treats you. jason was naturally observant, but when it came to you, there was a difference. he'd steady you at the waist whenever you stumbled over your feet, brushed the hair out of your face when the wind was much too strong, wouldn't complain about your whining when something didn't go your way.
dick had noticed way too early: when commotions rose, he'd be at your side, massaging your shoulders and leading you with a hand at the back of your neck -- like right now, where he stood before you to help tie your sneakers.
"i can tie my shoes myself," you scold, yet the glare jason shoots at you, with the dirty bottom of your shoe rubbing against the knee of his pants, is enough to quiet you down. he's fumbling the strings, big fingers making it difficult to deal with the smaller material.
he finishes quick enough, pausing to look up at your face, and suddenly he feels like a love-struck fool. "you just did your nails," he points out, "no way was i about to let you ruin them when they're pretty." you swallow a lump in your throat, the simplest recognition from his part making your stomach feel in twists.
dick clears his throat, a brow raised.
"tell me, again, about how you guys are not a couple?"
"he's just being friendly," you roll your eyes, attempting to hide the flush that forms on your face once jason squeezes your ankle and pushes your shoe away to stand up.
"friendly? the man looks out for you like no one else." you scoff at the absurdity of his accusation. in reality, it was stupid how neither of you had realised it yet. at your side, with his 6'1 build, jason carried your bag over his shoulder, makeup swatches along his hand, and an embarrassing lip stain that never came off when you tested it on him. anyone would think he was doing the service of a tortured boyfriend brought to the makeup counter by his girl.
you glance at each other and then at dick, trying to hold back that common awkward laughter that bubbled its way up whenever someone asked what you both were because, truly, what were you if not a confused pair of regular friends with regular habits that totally never regularly looked at one another like you'd yearn to dig a home deeply between each other's ribs?
jason sniffles, placing his hand over your shoulder. his nose was red from allergies, something about dust in the air being his worst enemy. "yeah, richard, way to make it weird." his tone holds a silent edge, hinting to back off. dick knows it all too well. jason's been pining for so long that he doesn't notice how badly you'd wish for him too.
firefighter!Jason Todd who first met you when you had inexplicably set fire to a toast (don't ask) and set off the fire alarm, activating a building-wide evacuation process;
firefighter!Jason Todd who was the one to walk into your apartment and extinguish the small fire;
firefighter!Jason Todd who then gave you the talk about kitchen safety and how to extinguish different types of fires;
firefighter!Jason Todd who received a visit from you the next day at the station. You came with a box of cookies (store bought, because the memory of the fire is still too fresh in your mind for you to attempt any cooking yourself) and thanked him for his service. It definitely wasn't all an excuse to see the hot firefighter again and slip him a note with your phone number;
firefighter!Jason Todd who later got teased by the whole station, but he couldn't care less. Not when he had just secured himself a date with you;
firefighter!Jason Todd who insists that his redundancy to let you near the stove once you start living together has nothing to do with how the two of you first met;
firefighter!Jason Todd who's lying;
firefighter!Jason Todd who looks so hot in uniform, making you ache with want whenever he has to leave for one of his long shifts;
firefighter!Jason Todd who pretends not to be flattered when you buy multiple copies of the calendar the station has made for charity. What can you say? The pictures of your shirtless boyfriend are worth the money;
firefighter!Jason Todd who doesn't get it. Why do you need the calendar when you have the real thing at home?
firefighter!Jason Todd who secretly loves when you stop by at the station to bring him the lunch box he has so conveniently forgotten at home that morning;
firefighter!Jason Todd who, when asked by his colleagues when he'll put a ring on your finger, has to refrain himself from telling them that he has already bought one.
A/N: I wrote this in a whim so it's probably really shitty, but I can't get the thought of firefighter!jason out of my head.
Summary: Dick takes care of his girl when she comes home drunk from a night out
Warnings: suggestive, consumption of alcohol (I feel like whenever I read these the reader always has shitty friends, so reader has friends who actually like her)
Dick was relaxing on the couch, waiting for you to get home from girls' night, when his phone lit up with a text from you. After reading it over, he realized it was your friend using your phone.
"She's pretty sloshed, Dick. We just left the club and you guys are the first stop. I'll knock when we get to the door," it reads. Dick can't help the smile that takes over your face. You really needed some time with your friends, and he was glad you enjoyed yourself. You were also a great time when you were drunk, so Dick could not wait for you to come home.
Ten minutes after that text was sent, Dick got up at the sound of a knock at the door. When he opens the door, he finds you leaning against your friend. The two of you were giggling to yourselves at whatever was said. When you look up at Dick, your eyes light up, and you jump into his arms. He grunts at the shock of it, but recovers quickly and holds you up. He smiles gratefully at your friend.
"Thanks for making sure she got home okay. From the looks of it, you guys had a lot of fun. Is everyone alright? Do you need anything?" he asks your friend.
"Thanks, Dick, it was fun. Everyone is okay, the girls are in the car waiting for me. Have a good night, and you better take care of my girl!" she yells as she walks down the hall, and Dick laughs.
"You know I will!" he yells back, closing and locking the door. Your head is resting on Dick's shoulder while he uses his arm to support you under your butt. He rubs your back and begins to walk to your bedroom, "Let's get you ready for bed, pretty girl."
"I don't wanna go to bed, Dick! Wanna hang out with you!" you yell, right in his ear. He flinches but smiles at you nonetheless.
"You don't have to yell, princess. We can hang out. I wanna get you comfy and out of your clothes and makeup first," he says. When you two reach the bedroom, he lays you down on your shared bed. Dick starts by taking off your heels, then reaches to shimmy your bottoms off. You bite your lip and watch as Dick's arms flex while they undress you.
"Are we gonna have sex?" you ask, hoping your tone is sultry. But your words were slurred together instead. Dick laughs softly as he makes quick work of your shirt, getting you down to only your panties.
"No, baby, I am not gonna have sex with you," he says with a smile, walking away so he can grab a shirt for you. Immediately, your face turns into a deep frown, and you cross your arms.
"Do you think I'm ugly?! Why don't you wanna have sex with me?!?!" you ask, tears burning your eyes. When Dick comes back, he can't help but smile at how cute you are with that pout. He uncrosses your arms so he can slip his shirt over your head, and wipes a stray tear from your face.
"You know, I think you are the most beautiful girl in the world," Dick expresses. He helps you sit up so he can adjust the shirt on your body.
"So, why don't you wanna have sex with me? Are you having sex with somebody else?!" you gasp, eyes widening at the imaginary connection you made. Now, Dick laughs while picking you up. He walks you to the bathroom, where he rests you on the counter. When he looks at you, there is still a serious pout on your face. Dick presses a soft kiss to your lips, and that makes you smile.
"Because, when you wake up tomorrow, you aren't even gonna remember asking me to have sex with you. But, when you sober up in the morning, I promise to make it up to you," he states, extending his pinky finger towards you. After thinking it over, you interlock your pinky with his.
"Fine. I'll allow it," you huff. Dick grabs the cotton pads and your makeup remover. After applying some to the pad, he instructs you to close your eyes and gently begins removing your makeup. You hum softly in obvious satisfaction, and Dick takes the time to appreciate all the beautiful features of your face.
When Dick is done, he rubs your thighs soothingly before asking, "Honey, do you think you can wash your face, or do you want me to do it?"
"I can do it, but I'm hungry, Dick," you whine and pout for emphasis. Not that you needed to. Dick would do absolutely anything for you.
"Want a grilled cheese? I can make it just how you like it," he says. A big smile takes over your face as you nod happily. "Alright, you wash your face. I'll make it after I put you into bed."
"But Dickie, you said we could hang out. And I'm not ready for bed," you protest. Dick takes a deep breath as he decides if this is a battle he wants to fight.
"How about you lie on the couch and wait for me. I'll put on your favorite movie, and we can cuddle when I'm done. It shouldn't take me that long to make your sandwich," Dick reasons. Your smile returns as you nod and jump off the counter. The couch and the bed were the same distance from the kitchen, but that was not an argument Dick was going to have with you right now.
Dick waits patiently for you to wash your face and do your skincare routine. When you are done, he picks you up again to walk you to the couch. As promised, he lays you down and puts on your favorite movie. He takes the throw blanket off the back of the couch and drapes it carefully over your body. Dick presses a kiss to your forehead before heading to the kitchen.
Dick decides to make a grilled cheese for both of you. When he was done, he also grabbed you a cold glass of water and joined you on the couch. You sit up immediately, and Dick places the plate in your lap. He sits next to you, and both of you eat in silence. The movie is the only sound to fill the room. When you are done, Dick forces you to take a couple of sips of water before lying down. You rest on top of his chest, your eyes heavy. It does not take long for you to doze off in this state. Tipsy, full, and in the arms of the man you loved.
The next morning, Dick was right, and you don't remember asking him to have sex. Or the corresponding almost meltdown. But he does keep his promise, taking you right on the couch. Turns out sex with your boyfriend was the most effective hangover cure.
following up on virgin!reader, i like the idea of an oblivious reader talking to bsf!tim about maybe wanting to experiment a little, gain some experience before getting into something seriousā¦ maybe even asking if he knows anyone whoād be interested in something like that lmao
because bsf!tim thinks heās obvious. heās touching you constantly, showers you with compliments, and gets you pretty much anything you want if you ask nicely. growing up rich benefited him in that aspect.
he also gets jealous. painfully so, at least thinks heās obvious about it. you could be talking to other guy friends or even worse, going on a date and while heās not totally vocal about his jealousy, itās present in his actions. heāll clench his jaw, bounce his knee, gets short with you, maybe even a little annoyed, and then feels bad when you get upset so he apologizes and then blames it on lack of sleep.
but then one night heās on your bed with you, arm around you, youāre convinced itās just platonic cuddles! but timās already half hard and trying to hide it.
āi donāt know, i just wanted to give it a try,ā you shrug. ādo youā¦ know anyone whoād be down to teach me?ā
yeah, him!
but he holds his composure, arm tightening around your waist a fraction. if you werenāt so blind to his feelings youād feel the jealousy rolling off him. more than jealousy. heās pissed. why would you need anyone else to fuck when heās right there?
āare you kidding?ā heās trying to be patient but itās getting marginally more difficult when youāre not even considering him as an option.
before you can get the words out, heās shifting his position to pin you down, one long-fingered hand holding both of your wrists down. heās a lot stronger than he looks. you couldnāt budge if you wanted to.
āfuck everyone else, you have me.ā he proves his point by pressing his hips into yours, letting you feel the hard bulge in his sweats press against your pussy.
in minutes heāll be eating you out with your knees bent to your ears.
can I ask for tim drake x touch starved reader? i just want him to pet me and play with my hair šš love ur fics !! u genuinely seem sooo nice / gen , take care <333
į° tim (who is also touch starved) slowly introduces you to physical touch.
cw ā gn!reader, all fluff, very fluffy, soft!tim, consensual touching, hugging, kissing.
tim is definitely touch starved too, though i think heād be so caught up in detective / crime work heād forget he even wants a hug or kiss or something akin to that.
heāll notice youāre touch starved early on. jumping when he touches your back, blushing when he kisses your temple, or clamming up when he hugs you.
he doesnāt make a spectacle out of realizing this either. heāll quietly notice and then decide to gently fix this. you deserve love, in his eyes.
heāll find you busy with your hobby or work or whatever it is youāre doing, come up behind you and slowly snake his arms around your waist.
there it is again. you tensed up.
his breath hits the side of your neck, his touch steady. heās not annoyed or frustrated, just patient with you.
āare youā¦ okay with this?ā now heās blushing.
āyeah! yeahā¦ this isā¦ nice.ā
which it is. is it overwhelming to be loved on so often? sure, but not necessarily in a bad way.
āākay,ā he sighs, tightening his hold around you slightly, cheek resting against your head. āthis is okay?ā
he feels you nod against him. he takes that as his okay to kiss your forehead, hand cradling the side of your head.
canāt stop thinking about bf!tim whoās been working out more and you canāt help but notice.
one night is all you wanted. one night he takes off patrolling to spend some time together, and it was going great at first! until tim was hunched over his laptop again.
youād been watching him for twenty minutes now and couldnāt help but notice just how much more heād been filling out his shirt.
just a plain black t-shirt, an old one heās had for years, and it hugs his biceps a little tighter.
your eyes trail upward, sliding over the way his shoulders are starting to fill out more, the lean muscle shifting every time he reaches for his coffee or types away faster. the way his forearms have more definition.
in the most plain explanatory way: it gets you wet instantly.
the type of wet where you have to slip off to your shared room, lights off, only a fraction of moonlight filling the room, as you crawl onto the bed.
no time to get undressed, you lie on your stomach and reach a hand into your panties, already soaked, and sink a finger between your folds, moaning immediately upon contact. you rub your clit in tight circles, back arching, ass up to the ceiling as you rock against your hand just at the thought of him holding you down with his newfound strength and making you scream.
you get so lost in your self pleasure, teeth sinking into your pillow, needy whimpers muffled by the fabric, that you donāt even hear tim come in initially.
āohāā you hear him say from behind you.
with a speed that could rival the flash, you sit back on your haunches, pulling your hand out of your panties, your clit twitching hard and hole clenching down around nothing at the absence of your own fingers. āiām sorryāā
āfuck,ā his cock twitches hard in his sweats, and he strides to the bed, kneeling on the mattress behind you.
youāre pinned back down, toned arms caging you in.
āwere you thinking about me?ā he mumbles against your ear, long fingers snaking down to sink between your wet folds.
you both moan as he grinds against your ass, letting you feel how hard he is already.
āyouāre in here fucking yourself stupid, hm?ā he rubs a few circles over your sensitive clit before sinking two fingers inside with no warning, filling your clenching hole. āgonna make you cum on my fingers first and then iāll fuck you properly.ā
control freak tim who has mostly gotten better with the urges growing up, but his need for control def still shines a little in bedā¦ idg how people can say tim is a full on sub/bottom. sure he can have his little pathetic moments for some praise, but LORD that man is a service dom 2 me. like he will take what he wants, but what he wants is for u to feel good. do u get what i meanā¦ im sleepy af. i love yr writing, nibbling on it as i type this.
youāre so RIGHT. i think people forget sometimes that tim is also a natural leader and i think that translates into the bedroom. i think heād edge you for hours ā¦.. but i also think if heās really into it and loses composure he gets vocal and, like you said, loves praise.
i think whatever position you two are in heās always in control somehow. favorite position is mating press i DO make the rules, he wants to calculate every change in your expression or voice. but even if youāre riding him or sitting on his face heās still in control. heāll squeeze your hips and guide you and talk you through itttt >_<
he gets off on watching YOU feel good. watching your eyes roll back or hearing your voice break when he hits that spongy spot inside you will get him to cum pretty much instantly.
potentially doggy with dick? like heās manoeuvring you and all that jazz and its deep and ugh
God, anon, I love that man. What a great idea
Ā Ā Dick Grayson/ Fem!Reader
cw: smut, doggy style, p in v sex, dirty talk, slight condescension kink, slight man handling, established relationship, hair pulling (reader!receiving), after careĀ
Dick Grayson is, by far, the sweetest man you've ever dated. Attentive and charming. Funny and sensitive. Empathetic in a way that's both his strongest and, sometimes, weakest trait. He always makes you laugh and smile and even if you're having a bad day, he always seems to find a way to turn it around. He treats you like you're the best thing that ever happened to him, always endlessly pleased to spoil you rotten if he can.
That being said, Dick GraysonĀ fucks youĀ with none of that usual sweetness. It's hot and heavy and rough in a way that always leaves you sore and exhausted after. Not that you mind, of course. And he knows that.Ā
Which is why he doesn't stop fucking you after your first orgasm, a shiver running down his spine as he pants softly, watching as you struggle to catch your breath beneath him. You know that look on his face, the one that tells you youāll be boneless and fucked stupid by the end of the night. Itās exactly what you want and he knows it as he smirks down at you, his cock still achingly hard inside of you as your still sensitive pussy flutters around it.Ā
āYou look so pretty, baby,ā He breathes, lower lip caught between his teeth for a moment as he looks down at you, one hand stroking along your still trembling thigh. He meets your gaze, smirking a bit wider as he gives a small little roll of his hips, forcing a sharp whine out of you. āWeāre not done yet. You can give me another one, Pretty. I know you can.ā
You let out a shaky little whimper as he pulls out of you, your pussy clenching around nothing. But you donāt have time to mourn the loss of his cock, donāt have time to pretend to argue that you couldnāt possibly come again after that. His strong hands grip your hips and he flips you over onto your stomach, a gasp spilling out of you as he yanks your hips up the way he likes them. God, he loves you like this; face down and ass up, thighs trembling and messy cunt so fucking ready for him still. He groans softly, leaning down to press a kiss to your lower back, smiling against your skin at the soft and pleased little sound you let out.
āCould keep you just like this all day,ā He breathes out, sitting back up as one of his thumbs stroke along one of your hips. āAll pretty and waiting for me. Ready to let me make you scream for me all over again. Youād let me too. Youād just let me take whatever I want from you.ā
His every touch is fire against your skin in the best way. Youāre so hyper aware of every touch, of every time he shifts behind you. You love when he gets like this. Love the way he can walk the line between mean and sweet in the way that always has you wet and squirming for him without fail. Itās a skill he knows he excels at and one he takes far too much pride in during moments like this. Anything that he can do that makes you wet and needy is a skill heāll always take advantage of.
You wonder, for a second, if heāll play with you a little. Shove his fingers into your cunt and fuck you like that until youāre crying and begging for his cock again. But it doesnāt seem like he has the patience for that right now; heās already lining up the head of his thick cock against your hole and you shiver hard in anticipation, fists clenching in the sheets. āPlease-ā
He cuts you off with a laugh, mean sounding despite the warmth in his voice when he says, āDonāt even gotta ask me, Pretty.ā Then heās pressing into you with one rough, deep thrust that has a groan tumbling out of his mouth as he bottoms out. āFuck, still feel so fucking tight and perfect.ā
The sound that leaves you when he thrusts into you is nothing short of a sob of pleasure, your pussy clenching around him as you pant softly against the sheets, trying to muffle the sounds that fall from your lips as he starts fucking into you without much hesitation. Sharp, quick thrusts that have him reaching deep inside of you, the new angle making him feel like his stupidly big cock is in yourĀ stomach every time. āHaahā¦D-Dick, fuck fuckĀ fuck-ā
You have to press your mouth into one of the pillows, trying to muffle the needy and desperate little noises his cock keeps fucking out of you. Oh, but Dickās never really liked when you tried to keep quiet, now has he?
āNone of that,ā He breathes, one of his hands trailing away from your hip and up your spine until he can fist it in your hair, yanking your head back just enough so that your back has to arch a bit. And god, when you moan long and loud, like that grip on your hair is a fucking godsend in the moment, his cock twitches hard inside of you. His hips snap faster, the sharp sound of skin slapping against skin nearly enough to make you dizzy with arousal. āDonāt hide those pretty noises from me. Wanna hear everything. Wanna know how good I make you feel.ā
He leans a little closer, chest pressing against your arched back for a moment as his lips find your ear, āTell me, baby. You feel good?ā Another sharp thrust, his cock slamming into you and making your entire body jolt with pleasure, a shattered gasp tearing from your lips. āLike when I fuck you like this? On your knees with nowhere to go? Like when I fuck you over and over ātill you canāt think straight?ā
āYesā¦!ā The word seems to rip itself from your trembling lips. You feel his grip tighten just a bit in your hair, walking that fine line between pain and pleasure you both love so much as you try to press your hips back to meet his every thrust. āF-feels good-ahh-so good. S-so deep like this, I-fuck-Iām gonna comeā¦ā
āAlready?ā He laughs against your ear before he sits up, hand still in your hair. His other hand tightens around your hip, yanking you back onto his every thrust. āMy sensitive girl. Always come so fast when I fuck you like this.ā
But his own breathing has turned ragged again, his eyes drifting down to watch, almost hypnotized, by the way his cock fucks in and out of you. Another groan escapes him as he rolls his hips harder, grunting with every thrust into your tight, wet heat. Heās not far behind, either, but heāll be damned if you donāt come first.Ā
The hand in your hair loosens a bit before sliding free, trailing down and around until his fingers find your clit. The contact makes you jerk but his hand on your hip keeps you still as he rubs fast, mean circles into your clit as he keeps fucking you. The noises spilling from your lips turn from needy little gasps to full on sobs of pleasure and you canāt squirm away from the sensation, canāt do anything but let him hold you there and take it. The pleasure coils hot and tight in your gut and you press your mouth into a pillow just as the tight knot of heat finally snaps. You muffle your scream of pleasure as you shake through your orgasm, cunt clenching around his cock as your hands fist in the sheets, tears welling up in your eyes from the sheer overload of pleasure.
āFuck, baby, squeezinā me so good,ā Dickās own gasp his higher, breathier. The way your cock clenches around him nearly makes his eyes roll back for a second. He manages three more of those devastating, deep thrusts before heās spilling into your still clenching pussy, a groan of your name passing his lips. You can feel the way his cock jerks with every spurt of cum inside of you and it makes you whine softly again and god, if he didnāt still have such a tight grip on your hip, you know youād have probably fallen over by now, spent.
For a couple of moments neither of you move, the only sounds in the room being both of your heavy breathing as the two of you struggle to regulate yourselves. Hell, youāre floating in that nice, buzzy feeling of pleasure right now and Dick gives a soft little laugh when he sees it, stroking a hand gently along your side. āYou good, Pretty?ā
āMmm,ā You barely manage a hum, giving an almost lazy, slow nod.
He chuckles softly again, raking a hand through his sweaty hair. āYeah, I thought so. Iām gonna pull out, okay?ā His voice is softer now; the same soft tone he always uses with you. Warm and caring and affectionate all at once, despite fucking you half stupid like he just did.
Heās slow when he does it but it doesnāt stop you from whining anyways, both at the loss and at the sensitivity of your poor used pussy. The second he pulls out and steps away from the bed you sort of justā¦flop over onto your side. You ache in the best way and you know youāll feel him deep in your core tomorrow, every time you move or bend over or anything else. But you always like that part a little too much, so you wouldnāt complain. Youāre vaguely aware of his hand stroking your hair back before you hear him walking off towards the bathroom and, for a moment or two, youāre content to just exist in the post-orgasmic haze that settles over you.
You couldnāt really say how long you laid there, just existing, but you know Dick well enough to know that it wasnāt long at all. When he comes back and you open your eyes again, heās got a damp washcloth in his hand as he settles on the bed, gently rolling you over onto your back. He looks at you, that boyish smile you love so much tugging at his lips as he gently parts your legs.Ā
āGonna clean you up real quick, then get some water in you,ā He murmurs softly. Itās the same routine as usual but heās always sure to tell you whatās going to happen regardless. You give a soft hum of agreement and he lets out a tiny chuckle, gentle as he uses the washcloth to wipe up the worst of the mess between your legs. Heāll sweet talk you into the shower in a little while once youāve remembered how to walk again but for now, youāre content to let him wipe you up. Content to let him grab your water bottle from your nightstand and slide into the bed beside you, urging you to sit up just enough to get a few mouthfuls of water in you before you snuggle into him.
Heās content to let you lay there against him for as long as you need, his fingers tracing along every bruise and mark he left on you tonight. Marks and bruises the both of you will admire tomorrow, surely.Ā
perchance lowkey potentially want to ride tim/dick but have HIM be in control
Sensational idea, Anon
Dick Grayson/Fem!Reader
cw: smut, riding, p in v sex, dominant male, established relationshipĀ
You can't say how long you've been going at it. Your thighs are starting to ache in that way you secretly love, your breaths coming in ragged little gasps, your nails dragging down Dick's chest. He'd made you cum twice already before shifting you into his lap and yanking you down onto his cock andĀ fuckĀ you can feel a third orgasm building every time his strong hands pull you back down onto him.
āFeel so good, baby,ā Dick breathes, tongue dragging a sinful trail up your throat before his teeth nip at your earlobe. It sends small sparks of pleasure down your spine and you whine softly, making him give a soft laugh. āSound so pretty. Beinā so good, riding me like that.ā
That's a generous comment if you've ever heard one. Your own thighs had damn near given up on you almost five minutes ago but Dick didn't mind. Not when he was strong enough to grip your hips in his hands and move you himself; lifting you up only to yank you back onto his cock, over and over. Using that strength of his that always makes you weak andĀ wetĀ to use you as he sees fit. And fuck, do you love it.
āD-Dick,ā you gasp out, shivering hard when one of his hands leaves your hips, stroking along your spine in a gesture that's soothing and possessive all at once. You roll your hips a little, a soft whimper coming out of you when the gesture grinds his cock deeper into you. āI-I can't. T-too much-ā
āYes, you can,ā Dick cuts you off, the hand stroking along your spine moving to your hair. He grips it just hard enough to send hot tingles of pleasure down your spine, forcing your head down a little to look at him. His blue eyes meet yours, his lips curled into a small smirk that makes your pussy clench around his cock. āYou can give me one more, sweetheart. Just one more. Don't even gotta do much if your legs are tired.ā
You whine, long and loud, but it doesn't stop you from lifting your hips and dropping back down onto his cock again. He grunts softly, the hand on your hip gripping harder. You take a shaky breath, fists clenching against his chest as your thighs burn with the effort. āP-please-ā
Dick's hand leaves your hair, falling to your hip again. You can feel the way his grip shifts, can feel the way he plants his feet a little better against the mattress before heĀ reallyĀ starts fucking you. Lifting you off his cock and slamming you back down, his own hips pistoning up to meet every downward pull, driving his cock into you hard and fast. Itās hard and fast and has moans and pathetic little whimpers tumbling out of you, has your pussy making wet, sloppy sounds every time he slams you back down. You all but collapse against his chest, panting against the hot skin of his neck as he doesnāt let up, barely giving you time to do anything but take what he gives you. āD-Dickā¦!Ā Fuck, g-gonna-ā
āGonna come?ā He cuts you off, sounding a little breathless himself now. But he still doesnāt stop. If anything, it almost feels like he starts moving even faster. Hands tight on your hips, tongue dragging along the shell of your ear just to hear you whimper and to feel the way you clench around him. āAlready, baby?ā
Already. Like you havenāt been on the verge of another orgasm for what felt like an eternity. Heās lucky you like when he talks like that or youād probably have something a little snarkier to say instead of just, āY-yesā¦! Yes, gonna-fuck fuck fuck-comeā¦!ā
You can feel it building and you canāt do anything but dig your nails into his shoulders, panting hot and heavy against his throat as he keeps fucking up into you. The slap of your ass against his thighs is almost enough to drown out your gasping breaths and the soft little groans that escape him. God, you feel dizzy with arousal. Hot all over and ready to burst. You even try to roll your hips despite the ache in your thighs just to get a little bit more. āDick, please please pleaseā¦!ā
Heās weak to your begging and always has been. He moans softly, nails digging into the skin of your hips as he yanks you down to meet another rough thrust up from him. His lips are at your ear, panting softly as one of his hands finally slides away from your hip to find your clit. He isnāt slow or merciful here, either; he rubs fast and tight little circles against your sensitive clit, moaning against your ear again when your pussy tightens around him. āCome on, baby. Come on my cock again.ā
Itās almost embarrassing, the way the pleasure in your body seems to snap as if at his command. Your third orgasm of the night rips through you with the force of a fucking hurricane and all you can do is shudder and writhe against him, his name tearing from your lips in a pleasured sob, your cunt clenching around him in a way that has another moan of his own escaping his lips. He doesnāt stop fucking you. He keeps going, lifting you up and yanking you back down onto his aching cock once, twice, three timesā¦.and then he yanks you down for a fourth and final time, keeping you pinned there on his cock as he comes with a groan that sounds sort of like your name, but mostly like a mess of slurred pleasure. The hot spurt of his come spilling into you sends another shiver down your spine, small aftershocks of pleasure coursing through you as you finally collapse against him again, panting for breath.
For a minute or two, the both of you just catch your breath. He strokes a hand absently along your side while you lay your head against his shoulder, basking in the warmth and lingering pleasure. Then he chuckles softly and when you pull back to look at him, heās got that damn adorable sheepish smile on his lips.
āSorry,ā He murmurs quietly, lifting a hand to cup your cheek. āGot a little carried away.ā
āYou donāt say,ā You drawl, arching an eyebrow. But you canāt help the way you smile a bit, shaking your head to yourself before leaning into the way he holds your face. āI donāt think Iāll be able to walk for the rest of the day.ā
His sheepish grin turns into a more prideful one, a bit smug, and he shrugs his shoulders easily. āThatās fine. We can stay right here. Maybe go again after we rest and-ā
āNo!ā You laugh, shoving him gently. āI need a hot bath and a nap, not a round two.ā
āI said after we rest!ā He grins brightly, all boyish charm like he didnāt just fuck the soul out of you back-to-back like that. He leans in and presses a kiss to your forehead, his expression softening a little bit. āWhatever you want to do, baby. You earned it, being so good for me.ā
Damn him for the way your pussy clenches a bit at that, and double damn him for the knowing smirk that tugs at the corner of his mouth.
ā„ Dick Grayson likes to make you cum because you're adorable when you do āā .ā¦ ā¹ ą£Ŗ Ė
ź° written quickly & for funā lightly proofreadā MDNIā wc 800 ā¦ cw: pivā no protection mentioned ź±
ąØą§ admittedly, he was a bit of a nervous wreck when you finally let him in. there had been so much tension between the two of you for months (much to the eyerolling and teasing from your friends), but it hit a boiling point after you had invited him over for a late night wine and paint session. just the two of you
the bed frame creaks underneath each rock of his hips, his damp hair stuck to his forehead, beads of sweat racing like bullets down his flushed cheeks. your mewling and heavy pants fills his ears like his favorite melody as he watches your face screw up in pure hedonism underneath him. your soaked, lacey, baby blue panties are held hostage between his clenched teeth while he cages your head between his down-turned palms pressed into the sheets
"i'm cummin', i-i'm cumm-mm-mm," you babble quietly with drool trickling out of the corner of your mouth. you turn your head to the side, attempting to bury it in the pillow your head is propped up on ć
he reaches up to pull the fabric out of his mouth and says "yeah? you gonna be good 'n cum for me? you're gonna be so so sooo good for me, baby? hm?"
"yes fuck yes yes yes," you hiss with desperation breathlessly, and he takes that as his cue to sink deeper, slowly, into your wet heat. you still for a moment. both of you do. he lets out a deep groan, his body buckling as you writhe beneath him, your eyes rolling so hard you can almost damn near see your brain. he leans up to push your knees to your chest, adjusting comfortably inside of you as you pulse and clench around his length. your hands shoot up and your nails dig into his shoulders as he begins to grind, rolling his hips painfully slow. he throws his head back, moaning and gripping onto your legs for support
you feel the pressure blooming in sporadic waves and you begin to wiggle erratically, pure little giggles escaping between breathy moans and swears. one of his hands strokes the plush of your hip as he grinds into you faster, a sloppy grin stretching across his face. "come on, angelface," he rasps, "gimme some more of those adorable sounds while i fuck the shit out of you." he peppers kisses allll over your face ā not a single bit of surface left un-affectioned. "you're so pretty, baby, i'm losing my fucking mind, i can't believe i get to make you cum like this, you have no idea how long, baby, please cum please cum please pretty baby ā"
his stern dirty-talk dissolves into heady whines as you tighten around him
"i can't take it 'nymore, 's toom - 's too muh ā"
"fuck. fuck ā" he adjusts your bodies so that you're flush up against each other, your leg hooked over his waist, arms linked around his neck, your foreheads and breaths touching and intermingling. he catches your chin between his thumb and knuckle of his pointer finger, firmly swiping away at the trail of spit. "look at me. look at me when you cum. don't stop. remember who made you fuckin' cum like this"
"dick .... nn ā" you feel absolutely weightless as your body gives in, hands and feet clenching almost painfully as his thrusts become more shallow with his release that follows shortly after. you feel his fingertips delicately trailing up and down the middle of your stomach, and you can't help but giggle and shake your head
"hm?" he coos, exhaling quite laboriously from his nostrils as he tilts his head and guides a lock of hair out of your face. "no? no what, goofball?"
he doesn't quite get an answer, just your head snuggling up into the crook under his chin as you come down from your orgasm after a while. the room falls silent, and he starts to pull away to start the aftercare
"no ā" you fuss, snatching him back towards you while another drunken giggle bubbles out of you
he laughs, his blissful smile pressing dimples into the brackets of his lips. "alright, alright. little while longer. just 'cause you're so fucking cute right now. then i'm gonna clean you up, wait 'til the room stops spinning like this and prepare for round two because i just gotta make you giggle like that again"
you shush him then mumble something that sounds like "not cute" or "cuddle me". something like that, he supposes
after he makes you take a couple of sips of cool water, you feel the tips of his fingers lightly rake over your scalp as he holds you close in your soft bed, sheets long abandoned on the hardwood floor. you close your eyes momentarily, letting your breath regulate as you absentmindedly trace loops onto his heaving, muscular back
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