The suspect enjoys writing serious things sprinkled with humor. She has a soul connection with dilfs, or is it her daddy issues? The suspect writes better gore content like horror than fluff. Her work may contain classified material (dark themes, nsfw and twisted fates). Oh, and.. it seems that the suspect is easily swayed by whispering the names of sasuke, jiraiya and tengen.
WARNING: Any interaction with the subject requires compliance with established protocols. Unauthorized access may result in immediate disengagement. Engage at your own risk.
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case files: masterlist
latest transmission: recent works
blacklisted territories: do not engage
# reading_file : reading recommendations and piece of art
# interrogation_log : faq
# thirst_alert : thirst thoughts
# suspect_correspondence : interactions with y’all
If you’ve seen her, proceed with discretion. Interactions may lead to intense, awkward, and possibly funny exchanges.
Santa Claus!Toji always made sure to reward his good girl the way she deserved.
“On your knees. Now.” The command was sharp, his tone low and unwavering. His piercing gaze held yours, a silent promise of what was to come. Yet, despite his imposing presence, his arousal was humiliatingly obvious —his cock straining against the red fabric of his pants. “You’ve been good this year, huh?” he mused, voice laced with mockery. “Bet you wanted that gift so bad.. Didn’t you?”
His grin stretched wider as he cupped your jaw, his fingers tracing the soft skin before his thumb brushed against your parted lips. The weight of his touch made your breath hitch, anticipation curling in your stomach. “Open up, babe. Suck it nice and slow.. Maybe then I’ll consider giving you what you really want.”
His thumb pressed down, slipping past your lips, gliding over your tongue. A low scoff left his lips as he traced his fingers down your throat, feeling the way you swallowed around his thumb. “Look at you. Already so eager,” he chuckled. “Go on then, show Santa just how good you’ve been.”
Santa Claus!Toji didn’t just let you take his cock —he made sure you took every inch, controlling the pace with a firm hand on the back of your head.
“Come on, sweetheart. You can take more than that,” he groaned, tilting his head back as your tongue swirled around his thick length. His hips bucked slightly, forcing you to adjust, your fingers clutching desperately at the fur lining of his belt. “Faster, babe. You want that gift, right?” he rasped, his voice strained with pleasure. “Show me you deserve it.”
Your muffled moans vibrated against his cock, sending a sharp shudder through his body. Saliva dripped down your chin, mixing with the precum smearing against your tongue. His thrusts became rougher, more erratic —until he suddenly stilled.
“Fuck— h-here!” he growled, his muscles tensing, a deep groan escaping his throat as hot ropes of cum shot down your throat.
His hand tightened in your hair, holding you still as he emptied himself, his breath ragged. “That’s your gift, sweetheart.. Don’t waste it.”
His thumb brushed along the corner of your lips, gathering the stray drops before pushing them back into your mouth. His eyes darkened as he admired the mess he’d made of you. “Open.”
You obeyed, parting your lips to show him. He let out a satisfied chuckle, his rough fingers caressing your jaw.
“Good girl.”
All credits go to @kashimyaa !! This post of hers inspired me and she was kind enough to let me put my own spin on her idea!! ^.^
Nerdy roommate!Alexis hated being around you — or at least that’s what he told himself. Deep down, he just didn’t feel like he deserved you. You were this effortless goddess, and he was just.. him. A nervous wreck, a virgin, a mess of awkward glances and flushed cheeks. Ness never felt more like a nobody than when you smiled at him like he mattered.
“H-How do I—” he stuttered, his cock twitching inside your mouth as your fingers massaged his perineum, dancing between his balls. Seated in his gaming chair, his legs trembled uncontrollably. He was sweating, dizzy, barely able to breathe. His hips bucked forward without thinking —not out of confidence, but sheer helpless need.
Your soft moans vibrated around his shaft, sending waves of pleasure straight to his core. He shivered.
“Hey dude, where are you? We’re getting attacked!” came a voice in his ear —his headset still clinging to his head.
“Y-Yeah!” he yelped, quickly pulling the mic away.
You let his cock slip from your mouth with a wet pop, strings of spit clinging to your lips. “I-I’m h-here!” he blurted out, panicked, just as your mouth wrapped around his flushed tip again. Your tongue circled the head, teasing mercilessly. “I’m so-sorry, I— fuck—”
“Ness, what the hell are you doing?”
You chuckled against his length, making eye contact as his face turned crimson. He whimpered, the poor thing, completely undone by the attention. “You want me to stop?” you whispered sweetly, stroking his slick shaft. Your voice was low, dripping with mock-innocence. You loved how he twitched every time your thumb rubbed over the tip.
“N-No! I don’t!” he nearly cried out, hips jerking forward again. He was squirming in his chair now, incapable of staying still. “Please.. don’t..”
“Don’t what, babe?” you teased, slowing down just enough to make him whine. “Say it. Say it, and I might let you cum in my mouth.”
Oh.
Nerdy roommate!Alexis had never had a blowjob before. He had never been touched like this. It was too much. His whole body tensed—and he came. Hard. He gasped as his cock throbbed, spurting across your hand in weak, twitchy pulses.
“Oof. Didn’t even give me time to put it back in my mouth,” you cooed with a smirk. “Guess I’ll just have to clean up the mess..”
“N-No— !” Ness gasped, almost shooting out of his chair when your tongue licked up the cum gathering at his tip. “F-Fuck! Oh my god!” he moaned, overwhelmed. He had no clue where to look, what to say, how to move.
He was completely wrecked. And you weren’t even done with him yet.
18+ MDNI / NSFW, roommate au, masturbation (fem and m), voyeurism, pervert!ness, this is why you lock your door. 0.8k
Roommate!Alexis, who’s just a pervert. Your door was unlocked, and he could see your silhouette shifting in ways he had never seen before. Legs spread, hips tilted, your hand buried deep in your panties —your fingers moved in slow, practiced circles over your clit, teasing and pressing until soft, desperate moans spilled from your lips. Oh God, he thought, palming himself over his sweatpants. What a slut.
Roommate!Alexis loved the idea of sharing an apartment during college. He could’ve met people from all around the world, learned about new cultures, new languages, shared snacks and even late-night convos —but instead, he got you.
He got the girl who folded her laundry the same day it dried. Who did the dishes without being asked. Never flirted. Never looked at him the way he looked at you. You barely spoke unless it was about dinner or who was on cleaning duty. But that’s all he got.
Kaiser never wasted a chance to remind that you were the exact opposite of the roommate Ness had wished for. “She’s got you wrapped around her little finger and she doesn’t even know your last name.”
And maybe it was true. You never gave Alexis a chance to get to know you —never joined his study sessions, always brushing him off with some made-up call. You treated him like the polite golden retriever roommate you couldn’t be bothered to pet. You didn’t just ignore him —you avoided him.
Roommate!Alexis, who’s so nice it felt unreal. The kind of guy who’d carry your groceries without asking. Who’d pick up the pens you left in the living room and place them neatly on your desk. You found it pathetic how his friends treated him. You hated how he was always around, always offering help, always looking for a way to please you. He’d be your slut if you asked —and that’s what repulsed you.
Roommate!Alexis never complained about you. Maybe once or twice, you left your school supplies in the living room and naturally, Ness would just bring them back to your room where they belonged. But tonight, standing just a few steps from your bedroom, the door slightly ajar, a sound stopped him dead in his tracks. A whimper. Then another. Wet, slurred, and breathless. “F-fuck,” you gasped, barely above a whisper.
Alexis froze, blood rushing to his cock in an instant. The sight was enough to short-circuit his brain. Your back arched, your hips subtly rolling against your fingers, one hand under your shirt, clearly pinching your nipple. You were soaked —he could hear it. The slick sound of your fingers working your clit filled the quiet hallway, mixing with your soft, choked moans. “Please,” you whispered to no one. “Just a little more..” you just needed something to release the tension from the week.
Roommate!Alexis gripped the edge of the doorframe like it was the only thing keeping him upright. His cock throbbed painfully in his boxers, already leaking. He couldn’t look away —the way your fingers moved, how your breath stuttered every time you pressed a little harder, how your thighs trembled with each wave of pleasure building in your belly. He needed to take care of himself before you finished yourself off.
He groaned softly, just for himself, and slid a hand into his pants. No time to hesitate. His palm wrapped tight around his shaft, stroking with urgency, his thumb swiping over the head, spreading precum. His mind drowned in the image of you riding him —tits bouncing, mouth open in a helpless moan, your tight cunt wrapped around him.
Inside your room, you let out another whine, hips stuttering. “F-fuck, right there— fuck, yes.. don’t stop..” You weren’t even trying to be quiet anymore.
Your other hand slipped down, two fingers now rubbing in fast, tight circles while your back arched deeper. “So fucking close,” you gasped, breath hitching as your hips bucked upward, chasing the friction. “Please, fuck, please..”
Roommate!Alexis was panting now, his thrusts into his hand matching your rhythm. His other hand pressed flat against the wall, knees buckling slightly. His whole body was shaking.
“Right there—ah, right fucking there!” your voice cracked, a moan escaping with so much desperation it made him curse under his breath.
“Fuckfuckfuck,” he muttered. His grip tightened, stroking faster, his breath ragged.
The second your thighs tensed, your body freezing mid-arch, Alexis knew. You came hard, crying out as your orgasm tore through you, fingers still rubbing as you rode the waves of release. That’s all it took.
“Shit—!” Alexis hissed, doubling over slightly as he came into his hand, the wet sound of his strokes mixing with your panting. His body shuddered, a mess of pleasure and shame.
He was a fucking disaster.
And he didn’t regret a single second of it. Perverted thing or not.
Nerdy roommate!Alexis hated being around you — or at least that’s what he told himself. Deep down, he just didn’t feel like he deserved you. You were this effortless goddess, and he was just.. him. A nervous wreck, a virgin, a mess of awkward glances and flushed cheeks. Ness never felt more like a nobody than when you smiled at him like he mattered.
“H-How do I—” he stuttered, his cock twitching inside your mouth as your fingers massaged his perineum, dancing between his balls. Seated in his gaming chair, his legs trembled uncontrollably. He was sweating, dizzy, barely able to breathe. His hips bucked forward without thinking —not out of confidence, but sheer helpless need.
Your soft moans vibrated around his shaft, sending waves of pleasure straight to his core. He shivered.
“Hey dude, where are you? We’re getting attacked!” came a voice in his ear —his headset still clinging to his head.
“Y-Yeah!” he yelped, quickly pulling the mic away.
You let his cock slip from your mouth with a wet pop, strings of spit clinging to your lips. “I-I’m h-here!” he blurted out, panicked, just as your mouth wrapped around his flushed tip again. Your tongue circled the head, teasing mercilessly. “I’m so-sorry, I— fuck—”
“Ness, what the hell are you doing?”
You chuckled against his length, making eye contact as his face turned crimson. He whimpered, the poor thing, completely undone by the attention. “You want me to stop?” you whispered sweetly, stroking his slick shaft. Your voice was low, dripping with mock-innocence. You loved how he twitched every time your thumb rubbed over the tip.
“N-No! I don’t!” he nearly cried out, hips jerking forward again. He was squirming in his chair now, incapable of staying still. “Please.. don’t..”
“Don’t what, babe?” you teased, slowing down just enough to make him whine. “Say it. Say it, and I might let you cum in my mouth.”
Oh.
Nerdy roommate!Alexis had never had a blowjob before. He had never been touched like this. It was too much. His whole body tensed—and he came. Hard. He gasped as his cock throbbed, spurting across your hand in weak, twitchy pulses.
“Oof. Didn’t even give me time to put it back in my mouth,” you cooed with a smirk. “Guess I’ll just have to clean up the mess..”
“N-No— !” Ness gasped, almost shooting out of his chair when your tongue licked up the cum gathering at his tip. “F-Fuck! Oh my god!” he moaned, overwhelmed. He had no clue where to look, what to say, how to move.
He was completely wrecked. And you weren’t even done with him yet.
18+ MDNI / NSFW, roommate au, masturbation (fem and m), voyeurism, pervert!ness, this is why you lock your door. 0.8k
Roommate!Alexis, who’s just a pervert. Your door was unlocked, and he could see your silhouette shifting in ways he had never seen before. Legs spread, hips tilted, your hand buried deep in your panties —your fingers moved in slow, practiced circles over your clit, teasing and pressing until soft, desperate moans spilled from your lips. Oh God, he thought, palming himself over his sweatpants. What a slut.
Roommate!Alexis loved the idea of sharing an apartment during college. He could’ve met people from all around the world, learned about new cultures, new languages, shared snacks and even late-night convos —but instead, he got you.
He got the girl who folded her laundry the same day it dried. Who did the dishes without being asked. Never flirted. Never looked at him the way he looked at you. You barely spoke unless it was about dinner or who was on cleaning duty. But that’s all he got.
Kaiser never wasted a chance to remind that you were the exact opposite of the roommate Ness had wished for. “She’s got you wrapped around her little finger and she doesn’t even know your last name.”
And maybe it was true. You never gave Alexis a chance to get to know you —never joined his study sessions, always brushing him off with some made-up call. You treated him like the polite golden retriever roommate you couldn’t be bothered to pet. You didn’t just ignore him —you avoided him.
Roommate!Alexis, who’s so nice it felt unreal. The kind of guy who’d carry your groceries without asking. Who’d pick up the pens you left in the living room and place them neatly on your desk. You found it pathetic how his friends treated him. You hated how he was always around, always offering help, always looking for a way to please you. He’d be your slut if you asked —and that’s what repulsed you.
Roommate!Alexis never complained about you. Maybe once or twice, you left your school supplies in the living room and naturally, Ness would just bring them back to your room where they belonged. But tonight, standing just a few steps from your bedroom, the door slightly ajar, a sound stopped him dead in his tracks. A whimper. Then another. Wet, slurred, and breathless. “F-fuck,” you gasped, barely above a whisper.
Alexis froze, blood rushing to his cock in an instant. The sight was enough to short-circuit his brain. Your back arched, your hips subtly rolling against your fingers, one hand under your shirt, clearly pinching your nipple. You were soaked —he could hear it. The slick sound of your fingers working your clit filled the quiet hallway, mixing with your soft, choked moans. “Please,” you whispered to no one. “Just a little more..” you just needed something to release the tension from the week.
Roommate!Alexis gripped the edge of the doorframe like it was the only thing keeping him upright. His cock throbbed painfully in his boxers, already leaking. He couldn’t look away —the way your fingers moved, how your breath stuttered every time you pressed a little harder, how your thighs trembled with each wave of pleasure building in your belly. He needed to take care of himself before you finished yourself off.
He groaned softly, just for himself, and slid a hand into his pants. No time to hesitate. His palm wrapped tight around his shaft, stroking with urgency, his thumb swiping over the head, spreading precum. His mind drowned in the image of you riding him —tits bouncing, mouth open in a helpless moan, your tight cunt wrapped around him.
Inside your room, you let out another whine, hips stuttering. “F-fuck, right there— fuck, yes.. don’t stop..” You weren’t even trying to be quiet anymore.
Your other hand slipped down, two fingers now rubbing in fast, tight circles while your back arched deeper. “So fucking close,” you gasped, breath hitching as your hips bucked upward, chasing the friction. “Please, fuck, please..”
Roommate!Alexis was panting now, his thrusts into his hand matching your rhythm. His other hand pressed flat against the wall, knees buckling slightly. His whole body was shaking.
“Right there—ah, right fucking there!” your voice cracked, a moan escaping with so much desperation it made him curse under his breath.
“Fuckfuckfuck,” he muttered. His grip tightened, stroking faster, his breath ragged.
The second your thighs tensed, your body freezing mid-arch, Alexis knew. You came hard, crying out as your orgasm tore through you, fingers still rubbing as you rode the waves of release. That’s all it took.
“Shit—!” Alexis hissed, doubling over slightly as he came into his hand, the wet sound of his strokes mixing with your panting. His body shuddered, a mess of pleasure and shame.
He was a fucking disaster.
And he didn’t regret a single second of it. Perverted thing or not.
𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒/𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆. MDNI, panty sniffing, breeding kink, size kink, choking, masturbation, face riding, semi / public sex, ass slapping, cumming inside / unprotected sex, teasing, dirty talk, swearing, rough sex, manhandling, missionary, standing wall-fucking, oral sex [mostly fem!r.], toys [strap-on and dildos], mention of pegging. 3.3k
𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. I want to remind everyone that I don’t base my writing for dcu characters on the comics but rather on young justice and other tv series/movies. I’ve obviously let my headcanons and fantasies take the lead over Dick’s canon (from young justice) character. I was wet just by writing this. Hope you guys enjoy it as much as I do ;p
A = AFTERCARE
ɞ what they’re like after sex.
Dick always moves slowly, drawing out the intimacy.
His cock still inside you, his cum dripping out, he leaves wet kisses on your shoulder, your back —anywhere his mouth can reach. “We should go shower,” you suggest, your legs still shaking from the waves of your orgasm.
His body is still burning against yours, his kiss ignites you again. “Just one more minute,” he murmurs, finally pulling out. You’re already missing him.
Dick always makes sure you’re okay, even offers to massage you before bed. He’ll find any excuse to keep touching you, to press kisses to your skin. It’s his favorite way to say I love you, helping your body healing faster.
B = BODY PART
ɞ their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s.
Honestly, Dick’s not the type to settle on just one favorite part of his body. If you asked, he’d probably say his favorite is whatever you love most about him. Physically at least. And it was hard to tell.
You loved tugging on the hair at the back of his head when he was deep inside you, thrusting hard in missionary. That one time he let you ride his nose —you didn’t shut up for a week about how he had a gift he never used. Or maybe his hands —especially when he’s gently choking you, fingers firm but reverent.
As for you, Dick has a soft spot for your nipples and your ass. He knows it sounds superficial and he doesn’t like admitting it, but it’s the truth. There’s just something about how your tits and your ass fit so perfectly in his hands and his cock, how they mold to his grip or bounce when you’re on top. How you use them to tease him, ride him, milk him. He has nothing but unconditional, awe-struck love for them both.
C = CUM
ɞ anything to do with cum, basically.
“F-Fuck.. can you take it all, babe ?” he groans into your ear, pressing your body up against the wall. His hands hold your wrists tightly behind your back as his hips slam into yours, forceful and frantic. It’s getting harder to keep your face from hitting the plaster. “I know you can take it,” he pants, his voice low and raw, like gravel and heat. “You’re such a good girl when it comes to cum, huh?” he adds with a dark little chuckle, eyes wild with lust.
The truth is, Dick doesn’t like wasting his cum.
He cums a lot. And deep. There’s something about finishing inside you that sends him spiraling —not just because it feels good, but because your body welcomes him. Like it was made to hold him. Keep him warm.
He loves seeing it leak out of your pussy, watching it trail down your thighs. But he hates seeing you wipe it off in the shower like it’s nothing. It stings, like you’re washing away something sacred. Like you’re rejecting the part of him he gave to you.
He’d never say it out loud but in his mind, when he cums —in your cunt your mouth, even your ass, he’s leaving a part of himself behind. A mark. Something no one else gets to have.
He loves the idea that a part of him will always be with you.
D = DIRTY SECRET
ɞ pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs.
Dick fucking handsome Grayson is a panty sniffer. He’s probably not the type to do the laundry just to sneak a sniff without you noticing, but he definitely enjoys the smell of your panties.
The first time he realized it was his thing, it happened by accident. He was packing for a mission and somehow ended up with a pair of your panties in his bag. That night, he couldn’t sleep. His mind kept drifting to you, his body already aching and then, he saw them.
“God.. what am I even doing..” he whispered under his breath, trying not to be heard by his teammates. Hand stroking his cock, slow and firm, he held your panties to his nose. Eyes closed, he imagined you riding him, your walls clenching around his cock, memorizing his shape. “Fuck.. ’m gonna—” He didn’t even finish the sentence before climax slammed into him, his thighs trembling as his cock spurted thick ropes of cum all over his hand.
After that, it happened that Dick would pack up your panties with him. Whenever he knew he’d be away from you for a while, he’d quietly slip a pair of your panties into his bag. They helped. Especially when you’d call him, voice dripping with tease, promising him how you’d fold under him when you finally saw each other again.
E = EXPERIENCE
ɞ how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?
Dick is definitely experienced —but not in the way people might assume. He hasn’t had that many partners. Not really. But the ones he’s had, he’s learned from them. And with you he’s constantly learning more. He knows how to make you cum with his fingers, his tongue, his cock. He knows what you like, and he’s more than happy to give it. And he loves the way you go down on him —skilled, confident, needy. But there’s so much he hadn’t experienced before you. Like face riding.
“You’re telling me none of your girlfriends ever asked to ride that pretty face?” you’d asked, brows raised, staring at him like every word coming out of his talented mouth was a lie.
“None, babe,” he shrugged. He genuinely didn’t understand why that shocked you so much. What you didn’t understand was how anyone could not want to sit on that perfect face.
“Well.. guess I’ll show you what they missed,” you whispered, pushing him gently back onto the bed. Easily one of the best sexual experiences of his life.
Your cunt swallowing his nose, your hips grinding slow and deep, his tongue lapping at your juices like he needed them to breathe. It was messy. Perfectly messy. “You’re such a good boy, Dick..”
That was all it took. He came in his pants —untouched, desperate, overwhelmed.
F = FAVORITE POSITION
ɞ this goes without saying.
Standing wall fucking. That’s it. Maybe it was some kind of size kink, or maybe the way it felt like arresting you —Dick didn’t really know. But God, he loved pressing your body against something you couldn’t escape from, pounding you balls-deep until your legs gave out.
He’s open to trying new things —he loves trying new things, but nothing ever compares to fucking you senseless against a wall. It’s his favorite kind of control. His favorite kind of mess.
G = GOOFY
ɞ are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.
Dick’s more of the serious type. Sure, he’ll crack a joke or two during foreplay —make you laugh, tease you with a smirk while stripping off your clothes. But the second his tip starts teasing your entrance? Game over.
There’s nothing to laugh about when he’s inside you. Dick takes sex seriously —it’s one of his love languages. One of the ways he shows how deeply he cares for you. Every thrust, every touch, every kiss is full of intent. He pays a lot of attention to you.
H = HAIR
ɞ how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.
I like to think Dick doesn’t mind hair too much. Ask him to shave? He’ll do it, no problem. Don’t mind choking on his cock while the hair brushes your nose? He won’t touch a thing. That said, Dick probably has preferences when it comes to how you’re groomed.
Not in a controlling way —he’d never refuse you over body hair, not when he’s so fucking in love with you, but if you ask him honestly? Yeah. He likes it groomed. Just a little. Just for him.
I = INTIMACY
ɞ how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect.
“Your skin’s so soft..” he murmured against your collarbone, lips trailing tender kisses as his hips rocked slowly into yours.
His pace was slow, almost reverent —the sound of skin on skin soft and spaced, like each thrust carried meaning. One hand kept your waist steady, the other brushing behind your ear, thumb tracing lazy circles on your cheek as he kissed you —messy, deep, full of want.
Dick can go slow. He loves going slow. He’ll whisper in your ear, tell you how good you feel, how perfectly you take him. How much he loves you.
“Look at me, babe..” he’ll always ask, eyes locking with yours the second things start to spice up. Even when he goes faster —when the thrusts get rougher, deeper, he doesn’t let go of that intimacy. He’ll hold your hands, keep murmuring how amazing you are, how good you make him feel, how lucky he is to have you.
J = JACK OFF
ɞ masturbation headcanon.
To be fair, I don’t think Dick jacks off that much. But when he’s away on a mission, missing you like crazy? Yeah, then it happens. And only if he has your panties with him.
He’ll slide them over his cock, letting the fabric cling to his tip, teasing himself before even stroking. He takes his time. Builds it up. Sometimes he calls you while doing it —because hearing your voice? That’s what gets him off faster than anything. “Go on.. what should I do next?” he’ll whisper into the phone, voice breathy, thumb rubbing slow circles around his tip.
And when he cums, it’s always deep, always intense. He tells himself it’s because he waited for you —because he wanted to save it for you. I like to think Dick has that kind of “the less I jerk off, the more intense it’ll be when I do” mindset.
K = KINK
ɞ one or more of their kinks.
First of all, Dick has a massive size kink. He doesn’t care how tall or small you are, whether you’re skinny or not —he just knows he’ll always be taller, stronger, and capable of handling you no matter what. And along with that, he loves manhandling you.
After all, wall-fucking is definitely on the manhandling spectrum. Bonus points if you’re wearing handcuffs —oh god, that’ll send him right to the edge.
And obviously, he has a breeding kink too. He might not be thinking about fatherhood outside of sex, but the idea of you carrying his kid, knowing he put it there? That alone is enough to get him arroused.
L = LOCATION
ɞ favorite places to do the do.
Dick isn’t complicated. Wherever you want to fuck, he’ll fuck you there. That’s it.
He’s probably not into full-on public sex, but if there’s just enough privacy —like a wall, a curtain, or a shadowed corner, then he’s game. He gets off on the thrill of almost being caught, especially if it means you’ll try (and fail) to stay quiet.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he grins, his voice low as you try to stifle your moans by biting down on your arm. “You want everyone to think you’re a slut who couldn’t wait to get fucked.” How could you possibly stay silent when his cock was sliding in and out of your soaked cunt like your bodies were perfectly made for each other?
“It’s okay,” he murmurs, voice dripping with smug affection. “Let them hear how good I fuck you. Let them know how perfect your boyfriend’s cock is.”
M = MOTIVATION
ɞ what turns them on, gets them going.
I think the moment the light in your eyes changes to something more lustful, when your voice drops lower and your sentences drag, your hands accidentally brush against his legs —Dick just knows you’re in the mood for a good sex session, and that’s all it takes to turn him on.
“Babe, why are you wearing my old cap?” he’ll say, amused as he notices you wearing one of his. You can just tell Dick is the type of guy who gets turned on when you wear his stuff too. “You make it look so good on you.”
N = NO
ɞ something they wouldn’t do, turn offs.
I like to think Dick would enjoy slapping your ass, but nothing beyond that. I don’t think he’d ever be into anything that involves hurting you. Sure, he might choke you sometimes but even then, it’s always light and never in a way that makes him uncomfortable. He wouldn’t like it if you asked him to slap anything other than your ass. If he tried, I’m pretty sure he’d tell you afterward that he didn’t enjoy it.
Dick wouldn’t be into anything intense like bsdm, or those pet or age play scenarios. The more elaborate it gets, the less Dick would enjoy it. He likes things to feel natural, intimate, and simple.
O = ORAL
ɞ preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.
Since Dick knows what it’s like to have you riding his face, he loves giving you oral.
“Hm, can you come for me?” he’ll ask, his head buried between your legs, keeping them apart from crushing him. His hot breath on your clit sends shivers down your spine, and as his tongue works to lap up every drop of your wetness, your back arches, a teasing pressure building in your lower belly. “I know you can, babe. Let me hear how good I did.”
The more Dick eats you out, the more creative he’ll get to make sure you never get bored. I like to think that he wasn’t that good at giving oral until you showed him how to do it and now he’s perfecting it just for you.
P = PACE
ɞ are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.
“Want more, babe?” he murmurs in your ear, his thrusts slow and deliberate, making every movement feel like an eternity. Your moans are begging him to go faster and Dick can’t help but smile at the power he has over you. “Use your words, babe. You want me to go faster? Tell me. Are you already close?”
“’M not..” you gasp, shaking your head as tears threaten to fall as the tension builds in your body. “Please.. go faster.. God, please..” you whimper, barely able to breathe.
“Is that how you ask?” he growls, his grip tightening around your body as he picks up the pace, his tip hitting that sweet spot deep inside you, making sure each thrust sends you higher.
As the moment draws near, Dick knows when to slow down and savor every second. But when he’s hungry for you, he’s just as eager to make you lose control, pushing you to the edge and back with every teasing, deeper thrust.
Q = QUICKIE
ɞ their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.
Dick isn’t against quickies. In fact, he loves them. It’s not uncommon for you to ask him to take you raw somewhere outside. “I’ll go fast, can you handle that, babe?” he teases, a smirk playing on his lips.
R = RISK
ɞ are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.
As mentioned before, Dick sees no problem with having sex in semi-public places or jerking off while his teammates aren’t far off. So yeah, he’s down to try something new. “Are you sure your legs can go there? I don’t think my dick can even reach you like that.. And why is your face so far from mine? Are we just fuck buddies now?”
He’s just not the type to take bigger risks.
S = STAMINA
ɞ how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?
One or two rounds, and he’ll make them worth it. Dick always gives himself fully when he’s fucking you —balls deep, making your skin flush with heat. He takes his time preparing you, making you suck the life out of his cock and then, when you’re both desperate for more, when you’re both just messes of need, he’ll go raw, making every second count.
The second round is usually so messy that neither of you even remembers what happened, both too dizzy from how hard you came.
T = TOYS
ɞ do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?
Yeah, Dick is someone who likes finding new ways to make you cum or to make you fuck him. He might have a dildo or two and a strap-on.. He’s probably even done some research on how you could use that strap-on on him.. He’d definitely be open to trying pegging, just to see how far you could push him.
U = UNFAIR
ɞ how much they like to tease.
Teasing is a huge part of Dick Grayson, even outside of a sexual context. That man won’t stop teasing you. He loves making you squirm, driving you crazy with the anticipation. Sometimes he’ll do it just to see you break, making you beg for release. “Say it again.. and maybe, just maybe, I’ll let you cum, sweetheart. But only if you really mean it.”
V = VOLUME
ɞ how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.
Dick is a groaning mess, always letting out low, needy groans and whimpers in the crook of your neck.
“Fuck! ‘M coming!” His hips buck into yours as he finally releases himself inside you. It’s happened that he’ll moan too, but I like to think he’s more of a groaner.
W = WILD CARD
ɞ a random headcanon for the character.
Okay, hear me out. I just know how proud Dick is of being Nightwing and I like to think he’d suggest you take a ride with him on the Sphere just to get to the top of some hills and fuck you there.
I bet it’d boost his ego to fuck somewhere, or in a way, that’s related to his job. He just loves the idea of doing something so risky and exciting, especially if it gives him an opportunity to show off.
X = X-RAY
ɞ let’s see what’s going on under those clothes.
Well, obviously, Dick isn’t someone to complain about. I think he’d be above average in size, around 6 or 7 inches, with a slight curve at the tip. The length of his cock is lighter than his skin, but it’s pinker at the tip. I like to think Dick would be circumcised. His balls aren’t particularly large, and one is a bit bigger than the other. He’s definitely a shower.
Y = YEARNING
ɞ how high is their sex drive?
Dick Grayson literally can’t go without you. I think if he could, he’d never leave your bed —though not just for sex, but simply to be near you. He loves you so much that just the sensation of your skin brushing against his or your hot breath hitting his when you kiss him is enough to make him hard.
He craves your touch, even after he’s already come. The feeling of your hands on him is enough to get him hard again. “God, you don’t know how much I need you right now..”
Z = ZZZ
ɞ how quickly they fall asleep afterwards.
I don’t think Dick would be tired in the usual sense. Sure, he might be physically drained, but not in a way that would make him desperate for sleep.
He’s the type who could keep going indefinitely, but once you suggest going to sleep and he rests his head on the pillow, it’s game over. He’ll fall asleep immediately. He could be completely dead and it’ll be the same –Dick won’t easily wake up.
Santa Claus!Toji always made sure to reward his good girl the way she deserved.
“On your knees. Now.” The command was sharp, his tone low and unwavering. His piercing gaze held yours, a silent promise of what was to come. Yet, despite his imposing presence, his arousal was humiliatingly obvious —his cock straining against the red fabric of his pants. “You’ve been good this year, huh?” he mused, voice laced with mockery. “Bet you wanted that gift so bad.. Didn’t you?”
His grin stretched wider as he cupped your jaw, his fingers tracing the soft skin before his thumb brushed against your parted lips. The weight of his touch made your breath hitch, anticipation curling in your stomach. “Open up, babe. Suck it nice and slow.. Maybe then I’ll consider giving you what you really want.”
His thumb pressed down, slipping past your lips, gliding over your tongue. A low scoff left his lips as he traced his fingers down your throat, feeling the way you swallowed around his thumb. “Look at you. Already so eager,” he chuckled. “Go on then, show Santa just how good you’ve been.”
Santa Claus!Toji didn’t just let you take his cock —he made sure you took every inch, controlling the pace with a firm hand on the back of your head.
“Come on, sweetheart. You can take more than that,” he groaned, tilting his head back as your tongue swirled around his thick length. His hips bucked slightly, forcing you to adjust, your fingers clutching desperately at the fur lining of his belt. “Faster, babe. You want that gift, right?” he rasped, his voice strained with pleasure. “Show me you deserve it.”
Your muffled moans vibrated against his cock, sending a sharp shudder through his body. Saliva dripped down your chin, mixing with the precum smearing against your tongue. His thrusts became rougher, more erratic —until he suddenly stilled.
“Fuck— h-here!” he growled, his muscles tensing, a deep groan escaping his throat as hot ropes of cum shot down your throat.
His hand tightened in your hair, holding you still as he emptied himself, his breath ragged. “That’s your gift, sweetheart.. Don’t waste it.”
His thumb brushed along the corner of your lips, gathering the stray drops before pushing them back into your mouth. His eyes darkened as he admired the mess he’d made of you. “Open.”
You obeyed, parting your lips to show him. He let out a satisfied chuckle, his rough fingers caressing your jaw.
“Good girl.”
All credits go to @kashimyaa !! This post of hers inspired me and she was kind enough to let me put my own spin on her idea!! ^.^
toji fushiguro is a tits fucker. tongue, cock, hands —whatever’s closest, he’ll use it to fuck your tits the way they deserve.
“shit.. look at that,” he groans, dragging his cock between the soft swell of your breasts, his grip firm as he presses them together. “made for this, huh?”
his thumb brushes over your slicked nipple before he leans down, licking it with a lazy smirk. “bet you love this just as much as i do,” he chuckles, rolling his hips. “getting all messy for me— fuck.. you’re perfect.”
it also works with BLACK BEETLE [y.j], NOLAN GRAYSON [invincible], JIRAIYA, madara u. [naruto], SUKUNA [jjk], LEON S. KENNEDY [r.e], TENGEN, DOUMA [kny], and you can add whoever you want think fits.
