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Kon El who knows how to use his Kryptonian genetics to drive you crazy. His grip on your hips is just strong enough to keep you still under his relentless tongue. He hasn’t stopped in what feels like hours, his endless stamina making it effortless to properly worship you. His tongue flicks over your swollen clit, equal parts selfish and giving. Each precise flick of his tongue over your slick folds sends your head spinning, making that smart head of yours go dumb.
He lets off you with an obscene pop, his boyish grin taking in your blissed out face — eyes screwed shut, parted lips, and heated skin that glimmers in the dim lighting of the bedroom from sweat. He places a chaste kiss on your thigh, a walking contradiction to the lewd mess between your legs. His finger ghosts up between your folds, eliciting a placid whine from your lips.
“Look at me,” He whispers, low and coaxing as he rests his head on your thigh. You manage to pull yourself out of the haze of bliss just enough to obey him. Your eyes crack open, casting down upon the playful glint cast on your boyfriend’s face. His head tilts as his grin widens. “There we go. Good job.” He praised, slipping his fingers into your eagerly awaiting hole as a reward.
Jason Todd
Jason Todd who, despite his rigid nature, is gentle and paired with an undercurrent of subtle control. It pulls you under, washing over you in vigorous heat. Heat that was currently burning every nerve ending in your body, swallowing you whole till all you could do was choke out moans and whimpers of his name. His grip on your quivering thighs was tight, keeping you spread open as he pushed his tongue deep inside your aching hole.
“You’re a fucking mess,” He moaned out, his own eyes hazy from the sweet taste of you. He couldn’t get enough, addicted to every sound and cry you make. You feel his hands dig into the plush fat of your thighs. He somehow manages to push your legs wider, dive deeper, bury himself in the scent and taste of you. A soft gasp slips past your parted lips as he pulls you down more onto his awaiting mouth. His tongue swirled your clit — featherlight in a way that makes pleasure pool in your gut. Your hands tangle itself into the mattress despite the strong urge to tug on his hair. Last time you did that, his fiery blueish green eyes glared at you. It sent a shiver up your spine, one that originated both from indulgent satisfaction and slight fear.
Your hips buck up into his mouth. You can feel the bubbling current underneath the thrumming of your heated skin.
“Jason, Jay, please, please.” You babble out, too high off him and he too drunk off you. You can feel him smile against your sopping wet heat. He wraps his lips around your clit, swiping his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves. You grind your hips into his awaiting mouth as your vision flashes white. He lets you ride his face, a soft whimper being muffled by your cunt.
Dick Grayson
Dick Grayson who knows how to balance sincerity with roughness. His grip on your ass guides your grinding movements against his mouth. Your hands clutch onto the headboard, a chorus of moans slipping past your flushed lips. He’s kept you pinned against his mouth since you two came back from the Wayne charity event hours ago. The atmosphere feels thick from the tension that built up between the two of you throughout the night — the teasing touches, exposing outfit, sly words — now you’re paying the price for it.
He builds you up before tearing you down. Over and over till your head is dancing with thoughts of him. You’re sitting on his face but you have no autonomy. His hands are firm, leaving behind an indent where they rest on the globes of your ass. Back and forth he moves you with a precision that makes your pulse quicken. Your legs feel numb, shaking around his head with the effort it takes not to outright suffocate him. Another wave of orgasm crashes into you. You jerk forward, the white burning hot pleasure making you dizzy, roiled by his tongue.
“Dick,” You gasp out, hand tangling itself into his soft black locks. “I said I’m sorry.” It’s all but a whimper, a desperate plea for him to grant mercy. You feel him smirk against your soaked pussy, tongue dragging across your fluttering hole.
“I told you to be careful, babe.” His hand smacks your ass, the stinging pain melting into heady pleasure. He sucks on your overtly sensitive clit and you whine a cry. You buck your hips and lift them, anything to get yourself a breather from his relentless tongue. He hums, deep and condescending as he pulls you back down on his face to coax another mind-numbing orgasm out of you.
Koriand’r
Koriand’r who is the biggest tease of them all. The way her tongue lay flat against your sopping wet heat made you swear you somehow saw Tamaran. Her hand pressed down on your stomach as she took long, slow strokes of her tongue over your swollen clit. She wants you to feel every ounce of pleasure she can give, to bring you to the edge right before pulling away with that teasing glint in her striking green eyes. You tried to roll your hips up into her, you really did. You tried to do anything that would get her to add just a little bit more pressure.
Her sharp eyes narrow to points. Her other hand brushes over your side, following the curves of your body. Her honeyed tongue delves into your soaked heat as a sharp smack against your ass.
“What did I say about being still?” She asked almost mockingly, lips brushing against your clit. It sends a tingle down your legs, tears pricking at your eyes. It’s been too long since you’ve been able to cum. Every light movement against your throbbing heat feels like blissful agony.
“I can’t-“ You clutch the bedsheets as her teeth graze over your sensitive folds, “-take it!”
“Yes, you can, sweet thing.” She peppers loving kisses over your heat, covering her rosy lips in a glossy sheen from your slick. Her thumb pulls your folds apart, practically drooling at the sight of your awaiting hole.
“So pretty. You can take more.” She hummed, sucking on your clit once more.
Tim Drake
Tim Drake who is as efficient at being attentive as he is trained in martial arts. He’s analyzed every micro expression, every breath, every muscle twitch to learn exactly how to please you. He’s perfected it like it’s an art.
His eyes flicker over your withering, heated body. The familiar blue looks darker as he ghosts over your tied hands, how they subtly tug at the silk rope yet you have no desire to break free. The way his tongue slides over your aching pussy, hot and purposeful, has you seeing stars and he just got started. His firm hands are guiding as if discreetly training you, moving your leg so it’s over his shoulder. He wants to be closer, to taste the salty sweetness that is you. He moans against your clit, hands everywhere. One brushes against your thigh, one up your stomach, and to your breast to flick his thumb over a perky nipple. Every movement is deliberately planned to make you fall apart.
“Stay still.” He whispers as you arch your back, toes curling as his tongue glides over a sensitive spot near your slick folds. That’s a new one. His fingers glide over the puddling wetness. His pupils dilate at the sight, getting dizzy off the taste of you. With a low moan, he shoves his fingers inside your velvety walls, curling them just so as he goes back to exploiting the newfound sweet spot. The feeling was intoxicating as it shot tingling pleasure up your legs and down your spine, shimmering deep within your gut. It was almost embarrassing how quickly he was able to pull an orgasm from you each time.
Your body jerks despite his firm command to stay still. You just can’t help it, not when he’s this talented. Your approaching orgasm crashes into you in waves, making your head go blank and your eyes roll back as you buck your hips into his mouth. He’ll let it slide just this once. How generous.
IT’S ALMOST OVER! The shitshow that is 2025 will soon no longer have us in its chokehold. Will 2026 be better? Who knows! But I’m gonna keep making weird Star Wars shit to hopefully bring folks some joy in these difficult times.
Anyway, I thought y’all might enjoy seeing the top 25 Star Wars earrings of 2025! So here they are! Starting of course with #1, Jar Jar Binks! And I'm havinga sale this week as a little treat, so pop on over! Shop is here.
Hello! I'm starbird, I Started this so that I would have somewhere to info dump about all things Star wars! I also do a ton of fanart that I'm excited to Share.
For today, I did a greyscale Hera Syndulla, enjoy!
"Reflections can bring change, and change can bring hope for the future."
Love me some Fulcrum era Kallus!! 🥰🥰🥰 Plus my first time trying a reflection drawing. (That is supposed to be Geonosis and Bahryn in the background btw - SYMBOLISM! YAY!).
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