── ⟡ ʙᴜɴɴɪᴇ : here are the march recs !! as always, if any writers don't want to be tagged in these posts just lmk, and my reblog account is @bunniigrlism !! happy reading ^^
── ⟡ ᴊᴜᴊᴜᴛsᴜ ᴋᴀɪsᴇɴ :
toji loves his girls a little shy, always has - @tojipie (<333)
choso can last as long as you need him to - @/tojipie
toji starts acting different when an audience is involved - @/tojipie
heianera!sukuna takes on another concubine - @epicderpface
emo!suguru and his pretty pink princess - @/epicderpface
choso shares you with his roommate, suguru - @/epicderpface
bf!geto taking care of you after you got your wisdom teeth out - @katsukiinanban
best friend! higuruma finally fucking you for your twitter - @amortoru
best friend! higuruma getting jealous of yours and camboy! toji’s collab - @/amortoru
toji fushiguro loves marking you up - @divinestangel
geto suguru has you cumming without having to move - @/divinestangel
suguru geto says: "good puppies sit still" - @awnurheart
your boyfriend, suguru, fucks the overthinking out of you - @smokinqhotvirgin
service dom geto - @satorus-princess
suguru is soo airport crush - @/satorus-princess
brushing and styling suguru's hair - @/satorus-princess
boyfriends!satosugu helping you relax - @feyrinnn
sweet fratbf!sukuna taking care of you during your period - @starspenxcie (<333)
bf!gojo is a yearner. i will die on this hill - @/starspenxcie
sukuna giving praise - @splurtz
mean!fratboy!toji and his shy!girlfriend - @sixxels (<333)
cocky!nerd!gojo and his crush on shy!reader - @/sixxels
mean!nanami x shy!reader - @/sixxels
riding frat!kuna for the first time… - @notmclovinn
strap god : yuki tsukumo - @/notmclovinn
grumpy fratboy wants you to stay - @yerrmar
jin itadori and sukuna fighting over the adorably shy!reader - @liliklei
frat!jo finds you crying outside of a party - @warmlymei
bsf!sukuna & his obsession with your twitter vids - @orchiuum
nerdjo’s first time being a bf - @sukuje
cuddling with gojo after being overwhelmed - @sweetieelilii (<333)
sexually frustrated nerdjo cries while fucking your face - @storynette
hiromi higuruma either sleeps like he’s dead or doesn’t sleep at all - @satoruswetgf
when suguru’s soft during sex - @hervanillabby
vampire!suguru can’t stomach the fact he hurt you last night - @polaroidsex
fratoji looks like he’s in pain when he’s about to nut in you - @/polaroidsex
clan heir!satoru - @nerdjoholic
suguru + head - @rkkuna
owner!nanami cockwarming his bunny girl - @toruuholic
boyfriend!sukuna waking up to you eating cookies in bed - @yummidumplingss
── ⟡ ᴍɪsᴄᴇʟʟᴀɴᴇᴏᴜs :
blah blah blah : jason todd - @luviery
jason todd headcanons - @karaaeps
nerd!clark kent - @always4supes
leon got you flowers but ended up getting drenched in rain - @luvlystarr
rookie cop!leon has a crush on the receptionist at the rpd - @breathinginyoursmoke
off work leon - @cagesofgold
wolf hybrid! leon - @leonsgfpost
nurse off duty : leon kennedy - @clemenchives
and they were both bottoms : leon kennedy - @leonniita
carlos oliveira would be so vocal in bed - @chastiefoul
synopsis — when your cat suddenly disappears from your apartment, you go crazy trying to find him. only to find your beloved cat, kuro, in the arms of your hot neighbor, roronoa zoro. trying to get your cat and the heart of your neighbor proves to be a difficult mission to say the least.
genre/tags — social media!au, neighbor!zoro, modern!au, crack, fluff! not much angst tbh.
The sky had wept that afternoon, a sudden, merciless downpour, but amidst the chaos, you found him. A solitary figure, drenched and shivering, lost in the storm. You met Haruchiyo Sanzu then, on that rainy afternoon. You, a shy flicker of empathy in a world too harsh, offered him your umbrella. In return, he gave you something he guarded fiercely from everyone else: a quiet, unyielding, stubborn kind of loyalty.
But you were just children. And that tender, fragile closeness was never meant to survive the kind of scars he was destined to earn. Not when Mikey began to systematically break him, piece by agonizing piece. Not when Haruchiyo, with eyes that pleaded even as his lips twisted, told you to get lost, he didn't mean it. Not when you, shattered and heartbroken, actually did.
Twelve years later, the world had spun on. You were just trying to keep your head down, navigating the quiet monotony of a job within a club that felt strangely out of sync with everything. You sought normalcy, anonymity.
But fate had other plans, and you met him again.
No warning. No explanation. Just the sudden, brutal presence of him. The same haunting eyes, sharper now, colder, holding the depth of a thousand unspoken cruelties. The same scarred mouth, a brutal testament to the horrors he’d endured and inflicted. And a voice that, despite the years, claimed nothing had changed.
Because in his twisted, unwavering mind, you were still his. You always had been. After all, you had been the first and only person who ever made him feel truly wanted.
And Sanzu Haruchiyo, the walking embodiment of relentless loyalty and brutal obsession, simply couldn't let go of what was his.
📜 Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Tokyo Revengers — all rights belong to the original creators and copyright holders. Additionally, none of the images featured in this series were created by me. Full credit goes to the respective artists and rightful owners.
⚠️ Content warnings included at the beginning of each part.
💌 First fic ever posted—hope you enjoy it! Reblogs, comments, suggestions and stalking encouraged 💋💋
/☆ dick grayson x green lantern!reader, or where after being five years away in the space, you reunite with your original team, the titans. and you see the glow up little dickie grayson has had.
/☆ a little suggestive. bullying is bad, girls!!!
Five years. That’s how long you’ve been gone. Patrolling galaxies, keeping order, fighting things that don’t even have names in Earth’s languages. You’d convinced yourself Earth wouldn’t feel familiar anymore, but when you push open the door to the little bar Donna picked for the Titans reunion, there’s something painfully nostalgic about it.
Wally’s the first to spot you, shooting up from his stool with a grin so big it looks cartoonish. “No way! Look who finally decided to come back from space!” He barrels into you with a hug that nearly knocks the breath out of your lungs.
Roy’s right behind him, smirking that smug, boyish grin you’ve missed. He slaps your shoulder. “Took you long enough, Lantern. Thought you forgot about us.”
"I'd never forget about you, arrows. Y'know space needed me."
Donna waves from the booth, regal as ever. Garth gives a little salute with his beer. It’s warm, chaotic, it's perfect.
And then your eyes fall on the guy sitting at the end of the booth. Broad shoulders stretching the fabric of his shirt. Strong jawline. Hair longer, darker, perfectly styled. Legs that go on forever. He looks up at you with calm, piercing blue eyes, and your first thought is, who the hell invited Superman’s model cousin?
You blink, pointing rudely. “Uh. Who’s this?”
The whole table goes quiet. Then Roy bursts out laughing so hard he chokes on his drink. Donna rolls her eyes like she’s been waiting for this exact moment. Wally leans across the table, grinning wickedly.
“You don’t recognize him?”
You stare harder, defensive. “Am I supposed to?”
The guy tilts his head, lips curving in the faintest smirk. “Wow. Five years in space and you still can’t see what’s right in front of you.”
That voice. Low and weirdly familiar. Your stomach drops.
“…Dick?”
The table explodes. Roy’s wheezing. Donna’s hiding a smile behind her glass. Wally actually points at you like you’ve just lost a bet.
“Holy shit,” you mutter. “That’s Dick Grayson?”
Because the last time you saw him, he was shorter than you, hair hacked into that tragic little bowl cut, parading around in that ridiculous pixie-boot pantless suit, chirping out corny one-liners like Gotham’s answer to Peter Pan. You lived to roast him. His catchphrases, his hair, his height, nothing was off limits. He’d get all red and sputtery, which only made it funnier.
But this? This isn’t the same kid. This is a man who grew into every inch of himself while you were gone, and now he’s taller than you. Hotter. So much hotter.
Your jaw actually goes slack. “What the fuck happened to you?”
Dick just raises an eyebrow, taking a slow sip of his drink, not even giving you the satisfaction of a smile. “I grew up. Some of us do that.”
Ouch.
You slide into the booth, still staring at him like he’s an alien. “Don’t get me wrong, you look...” you catch yourself, smirking, “way less tragic than before. But, uh… wow. I leave for five years and suddenly you’re on magazine covers?”
“Not really your business, is it?” he says coolly, turning back to his beer.
That hits you like a slap. You’re used to Dick sputtering when you teased him, snapping back, rising to the bait. But this version of him? He doesn’t bite. Doesn’t give you anything.
And suddenly, you want him.
Desperately.
Because nothing makes you hungrier than a challenge. And Dick Grayson, the boy you once mocked mercilessly, just became the man who won’t even look your way.
You lean across the table, grin sharp. “Oh, come on. Don’t tell me you’re still mad I made fun of your haircut. That was years ago. Ancient history.”
Donna coughs pointedly into her drink, Wally kicks Roy under the table, and you sit back, smirking wider.
You’ve never been good at letting something go, especially when it’s standing right in front of you with broad shoulders and arms that look carved out of marble. So the rest of the night at the bar becomes a mission —not galactic peacekeeping, not saving a planet from collapse— no, this one is personal: win Dick Grayson back.
He’s sitting across from you, arms folded, half-listening to Wally ramble about some speedster escapade. You wait for your moment, leaning forward with that easy, reckless grin you perfected over five years of charming aliens out of blowing your ship up.
“So, Dick…” you drawl, deliberately using the name like a hook, “what’s your workout routine these days? Asking for a friend. And by friend, I mean me. Because,” you wave a hand vaguely at his chest, his arms, his everything, “this didn’t exist before. I would’ve remembered.”
Roy groans. “Oh my god.”
But Donna smirks into her glass, watching.
Dick doesn’t even flinch. “Lots of training,” he says evenly, eyes not leaving his drink.
“Mm.” You rest your chin on your hand, studying him. “Well, it paid off. Glow-up of the century. You went from Robin Hood Jr. to—” you pause, biting back a laugh, “—okay, actually, you kind of look like if James Bond and a Men’s Health cover had a baby.”
That gets Roy choking on his beer again.
Dick finally looks at you, brows raised. “Is this your way of apologizing for being an ass all those years?”
“Apologizing?” you echo, feigning offense. “I was motivating you. Clearly it worked. You’re welcome.”
The table bursts into laughter, but Dick just shakes his head, smirking despite himself. You see it, the tiniest crack in the armor. And you pounce.
You slide out of the booth, slipping into the empty space beside him before he can stop you. He stiffens instantly, but you’re already draping an arm along the back of the booth, leaning in close.
“Don’t look so tense,” you murmur, low enough that only he hears. “I missed you. All of you. Even when you were short and tragic.”
His head whips toward you, glare sharp. “You don’t get to say that.”
You grin, unbothered, leaning in closer so your shoulder brushes his. “You’re right. I don’t. Not anymore. Now I just get to say,” your eyes flick down, shameless, then back up to his, “damn, Dick.”
Wally whistles. Roy mutters, “She's insane.”
Dick moves just slightly far from you and that causes you a hard chuckle. "Oh, Dickie, I see I still make you nervous."
The laugh dies around you like someone cut the power. For a beat you think you misread it, that maybe the room’s heat and the beer and the reunion glow made the moment bigger than it was. Then Dick stands. It’s not theatrical. It’s a clean, clipped motion; the chair whispers back, his shoulders set like stone, and the joke you just lobbed slams into something that’s not laughing.
“You always were terrible at reading a room,” he says, voice flat. He doesn’t look at you on his way out; he glances at the rest of the table with an economy of disdain that makes Wally shut up mid-quip. Donna’s smile evaporates. Roy blinks like he’s been smacked.
You do not like being dismissed. You do not like the way his back looks when he leaves, the line of his shoulders pulling away is an insult you refuse to swallow.
“Dick,” you call as you get up, easy, the same half-laugh you’d used when you were trying to make him blush. People are watching, the bar’s hum knitting itself into the space between you two, but it feels irrelevant. You follow him into the hallway where the light is harsher and the music softer.
He’s half through the back door before you catch the handle and push it open. The alley smells like fried food and rain and the city’s tired. It’s quieter; the bar’s laughter is a muffled echo. He leans against the brick, arms crossed, jaw working. When he turns at last, his eyes are hard and cold and very much not the playful glare you remember.
"Hey, what the fuck happened?" You blinked. It was cold and dark in Blüdhaven.
“You’re insufferable, you know that?,” he says. Not the playful, teasing line you’ve used as bait a hundred times. This is a complaint that has teeth. “You come back and you treat this like a show. You parade around with cosmic stories and then you parade right through me like I'm a fucking prop.”
"Whoa, hey. I just got back, Dick. I don't know how things has changed, alright? Y'all have been through a lot during these years. I'm just vibing."
"No, you're not!" He’s pacing the length of the alley now, hands cutting through the air like knives. His voice ricochets off the brick.
“You don’t get it! You walk in here like some goddamn space cowboy, cracking jokes, flirting with everyone, and then you sit there and objectify me like I’m some— some—”
“Calendar model?” you supply, smug grin sharp as a blade. “Honestly, you’d sell out the second those went to print.”
His head snaps toward you, furious. “Shut the hell up!”
You cross your arms, leaning against the wall, unbothered. “Not my fault you went from pint-sized Peter Pan to Batman’s hotter son. I’m just appreciating the glow-up.”
“You don’t appreciate anything!” he shouts, jabbing a finger at you. “You mock, you provoke, you treat people like toys in your comedy routine. And now you’re doing it to me again. I’m not your punchline anymore. I’m not your damn entertainment!”
“You’re right,” you say, tone deceptively solemn. “You’re not my punchline. You’re my type.”
That does it. He storms forward so fast you barely register it until you’re pinned against the wall, his hand slamming next to your head with a crack that makes your chest jolt. His face is inches from yours, eyes blazing.
“You are infuriating,” he growls.
“And you’re gorgeous when you’re mad,” you purr, leaning into it, refusing to flinch. “Go on. Tell me more about how much you hate me. Maybe flex a little while you’re at it—”
He cuts you off with his mouth. No warning, just lips crashing into yours, all teeth and fury, stealing the air from your lungs. It’s not gentle. It’s punishment, possession and five years of unspoken tension detonating all at once.
You groan into it, half-laughing, half-dizzy, grabbing his shirt to yank him closer because if he’s going to shut you up, he damn well better commit. His teeth scrape your lip, and you nip back, the kiss turning messy. He tastes like beer and rage.
When he finally rips back, almost pushing you against the wall, both of you are breathing hard. His voice is ragged, almost regretting kissing you.
“Not. Another. Word.”
You grin, recollecting some of his saliva from your lip with your tongue. “Mmph. Best silencing technique I’ve ever experienced.”
His glare deepens, but his hand is still fisted in your shirt like he’s not ready to let go.
“You drive me insane,” he mutters.
“And you kiss like you’re trying to kill me,” you shoot back, smug even through your racing pulse. “I like it.”
He curses under his breath, then crushes his mouth back to yours, rougher, like he’s decided that if he can’t argue with you, he’ll just burn the words out of your throat instead. And God, you let him. Because it feels like war, and you’ve never been more eager to lose.
"You're mean," he mutters against your mouth, his hands finding your ass to pull you as closer as he could.
"I am." you breath, biting his lip before sliding your tongue deeper in him.
"You treated me like shit when we were young. You practically bullied me." He kept going, kneading your ass, almost brushing his fingers in your center, but he never really did.
"I did." You respond breathless, finally feeling all his muscles tight, not letting you go even if you wanted. "But you kiss me like you want me to stay."
His mouth never leaves yours long enough for air to make sense. Between ragged kisses he drags breath into you like confession and then, impossibly, says it.
“I missed you,” he breathes against your lips, each word a strike. “God, I missed you.”
You freeze for half a heartbeat, the world narrowing to the scrape of his voice and the press of him. Then you laugh —a short, incredulous sound— and answer with your own foolish honesty pressed to his mouth. “Course you did. I’m irresistible.”
He huffs, “Don’t make a fucking joke out of it,” he growls, and it’s not the stern, clipped anger from the alley anymore; it’s something threaded through with ache. He reclaims your mouth like he’s trying to stitch time closed, pressing harder, as if the force of it could erase the five years between you.
You wrap your arms around his neck, fingers tangling at the nape where his hair is softer than you expected. His hands go lower, possessive at your hips, thumbs digging into your waist as if to keep you from floating away. Every movement is an accusation and an apology braided together.
“I don’t want apologies,” he says into the kiss, words muffled, urgent. “I wanted you. Even when you were a fucking bully, I wanted you. Do you know how maddening that was? To hate that I wanted you?”
He doesn't give you time to think about his confession because he starts kissing your neck, sucking skin right there at the alley. You tilt your head back, saying a soft "Mmh", as his hands press your sides.
You arch into him, lips parting in a gasp as he grinds closer, and the tension between you explodes into heat. "Fuck, Dick. You really learnt how to kiss these past years."
He licks your earlobe before going back to your mouth. "Yeah, I had practice."
You chuckle into his mouth. "You sure did." You tease, voice breathless, letting your hands roam his back, memorizing every curve, every muscle that’s grown while you were gone.
Dick is acting like a man possessed at this point, hands touching you everywhere over the clothes, wet kissing marking every piece of exposed skin. You force yourself to catch a long breath, tugging his hair in your hands.
"Hey." You say softly, smirking a little and breathing harshly.
He arches an eyebrow, hands down in your ass and laughs when he understands why did you stop. "Really? Fucking Green Lantern wants to take things slow?"
"Oh, no. Don't be mistaken, Dickie. But we are in the middle of a fucking street in fucking Blüdhaven, with the fucking Titans waiting for us inside."
"Fuck."
"Exactly." You offer him a kind but sarcastic smile.
Dick groans, pressing a forehead to yours, letting the energy between you simmer instead of combusting. “Yeah, we can’t exactly… finish this out here,” he mutters.
You grin, leaning into him just enough to feel the warmth of his chest. His hand slides to yours, fingers intertwining like nothing ever changed. You grin, brushing your thumb over the back of his hand.
“Truce?” you offer, voice teasing but warm.
“For now,” he says, voice low, brushing his lips over your temple in a soft, lingering kiss. “But you owe me, Lantern.”
“Oh, I intend to pay up,” you murmur, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, then glancing down the alley with a smirk. “Let’s just… not tell anyone about the fireworks outside the bar.”
He chuckles, shaking his head. “Yeah, Titans might actually kill us if they saw.”
You take his hand firmly, letting him pull you back toward the bar, walking with a synchronized rhythm, hips brushing, fingers still locked together. There’s laughter now, quiet and easy, the tension easing into something softer. He drops your hand when you two approach to the booth and you don't mind it, because you would've done the same.
By the time you slip back inside, the others are mid-conversation, oblivious. Dick slides into the booth beside you. You don't tease him for the rest of the night, you knew he was gonna walk you home, invent any excuse to come up to your hotel room, and there you'd have enough time to tease him about everything.
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TOJI FUSHIGURO. ꒱
grunt ‘n bump. ⋆ poundtown. ⋆ fingerfucking. ⋆ bulking season. ⋆ tinder hookup. ⋆ that infamous tee. ⋆ spooning. ⋆ oral fixation. ⋆ dick down your throat. ⋆ outside.
CHOSO KAMO. ꒱
backshots. ⋆ grope ‘n rub. ⋆ in pajamas. ⋆ tiddies! ⋆ car sex. ⋆ riding him. ⋆ choso as a top. ⋆ finger fucking you. ⋆ lazy blowjob. ⋆ heavy bdsm. ⋆ grope session.
NANAMI KENTO. ꒱
a pervert in public. ⋆ aftercare. ⋆ welcoming him back from work. ⋆ sweet pervert. ⋆ punishment. ⋆ getting his way. ⋆ nicely dressed. ⋆ mutual masturbation. ⋆ groping.
GETO SUGURU. ꒱
such ill fantasies you have. ⋆ beat that pussy up. ⋆ shameless groping in public. ⋆ mask. ⋆ bracing you while he fucks. ⋆ tongue out. ⋆ cuffs. ⋆ backshots. ⋆ scream.
GOJO SATORU. ꒱
recording you bounce on his shit. ⋆ friends with benefits. ⋆ pussy slaps. ⋆ lovemaking. ⋆ stretch. ⋆ horny ‘n won’t let you study. ⋆ pounding you. ⋆ the slut at the club.
SUKUNA RYOMEN. ꒱
burying himself to the hilt. ⋆ breeding you in a mating press. ⋆ tw: gun kink. ⋆ on a leash. ⋆ rough fuck. ⋆ choke on it. ⋆ throw it back on ‘em. ⋆ ideal dick. ⋆ backshots.
৻ꪆ instructions. before clicking, you must be logged into your acc and have twitter open in order for these links to function .
TOJI FUSHIGURO. ꒱
grunt ‘n bump. ⋆ poundtown. ⋆ fingerfucking. ⋆ bulking season. ⋆ tinder hookup. ⋆ that infamous tee. ⋆ spooning. ⋆ oral fixation. ⋆ dick down your throat. ⋆ outside.
CHOSO KAMO. ꒱
backshots. ⋆ grope ‘n rub. ⋆ in pajamas. ⋆ tiddies! ⋆ car sex. ⋆ riding him. ⋆ choso as a top. ⋆ finger fucking you. ⋆ lazy blowjob. ⋆ heavy bdsm. ⋆ grope session.
NANAMI KENTO. ꒱
a pervert in public. ⋆ aftercare. ⋆ welcoming him back from work. ⋆ sweet pervert. ⋆ punishment. ⋆ getting his way. ⋆ nicely dressed. ⋆ mutual masturbation. ⋆ groping.
GETO SUGURU. ꒱
such ill fantasies you have. ⋆ beat that pussy up. ⋆ shameless groping in public. ⋆ mask. ⋆ bracing you while he fucks. ⋆ tongue out. ⋆ cuffs. ⋆ backshots. ⋆ scream.
GOJO SATORU. ꒱
recording you bounce on his shit. ⋆ friends with benefits. ⋆ pussy slaps. ⋆ lovemaking. ⋆ stretch. ⋆ horny ‘n won’t let you study. ⋆ pounding you. ⋆ the slut at the club.
SUKUNA RYOMEN. ꒱
burying himself to the hilt. ⋆ breeding you in a mating press. ⋆ tw: gun kink. ⋆ on a leash. ⋆ rough fuck. ⋆ choke on it. ⋆ throw it back on ‘em. ⋆ ideal dick. ⋆ backshots.
summary: (2.5k) three words: you, sirius, & motorbikes. with a dinner date planned, sirius offers to take you for a ride. but as soon as you get on, the vibrations leave you desperately needy—and sirius? wildly turned on.
! content warnings: semi-public sex, vibration play (motorcycle), grinding, riding, p in v sex, dirty talk, fingering (f!receiving), squirting, softdom!sirius, voyuerism (if you squint), creampie.
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you didn’t even hear the knock on your flat door as you dragged the black lip liner slow and careful over your lips, filling them in. you liked taking your time with it, even if sirius always teased you for being dramatic.
the door creaked open, hinges groaning like the entrance to a haunted estate.
“doll?”
even just his voice had your stomach turning, a lazy drawl that always slipped down your spine, rough from cigarettes and dripping with mischief. you were finishing up for your date—not even flinching at the sound as you’d given him keys weeks ago, but sirius black never needed permission anyway to make himself at home. that was the thing about him: unapologetic, loud, certain he belonged wherever you were.
he came into view in the mirror as you glanced, leaning on the doorframe like another added accessory to your sisters of mercy poster-filled walls and dark velvet bedding.
sirius was dressed in leather, like you—except his was a jacket, and yours was a mini skirt with a pair of black boots. his leather jacket hung open, silver chain glinting against his loose queen band tee. his hair a sexy mess of dark waves that framed those sharp cheekbones and reckless grey eyes, jeans ripped right at the thighs like they were begging to be stared at.
he was drinking you in the way he always did when you got ready, black lipstick tugging across your lips, eyes thickened with bold graphic eyeliner. it should’ve been ordinary, but on you? every move was temptation.
he could feel his jeans tightening, just watching the smudge of dark pigment, mouth watering at the idea of ruining it—dragging it across his skin, swallowing your pretty sighs, tasting you hot through the paint.
he twirled his helmet in one hand, strolling forward with a low whistle. “christ, sweetheart…look at you, lipstick darker than my soul.” his grin widened, cocky, like he just wanted to sink his teeth in you at the sight.
“gonna kill me one day.” he muttered into the back of your neck as he bent to kiss it, lips hot and indecent.
you caught a whiff of his scent—like smoke and leather, and a faint hint of motor oil—all things utterly intoxicating that made your stomach curl and your thighs tense on their own.
“you could’ve at least waited for me outside.” you tried for exasperation, puckering your lips as you fixed the shape.
sirius groaned at the sight, entirely unholy.
“and miss this?” he waved lazily at your reflection—at all of you. “not a chance, love. over my dead handsome body.”
his gloved thumb cupped your chin and the smirk never faltered—except when he felt a shift in your thighs, his breath catching.
“all leather and lipstick, bloody vision.” he drawled roughly, just as his thumb brushed slowly across your bottom lip.
you jerked back with a half-laugh, half-scowl. “oi! i just applied that!”
he laughed low and delightedly, planting a quick kiss to your cheek. “c’mon then, goth grumpy. let’s see how good you look wrapped around my bike.”
he dragged you outside by the waist, still playing at being a gentleman until you stood before his motorcycle. the parking lot was quiet, just the faint humming of the dim streetlights illuminating the evening.
“pretty, isn’t she?” sirius gave a soft tap against the tank that had been spray painted in the shape of white stars.
“she?” of course sirius had to call it that. he probably loved that piece of metal almost as much as he loved you—almost.
“oi! don’t pout. you know you’re the only one for me.” his grin was sharp, flattering, and then—like he planned it all along—pulled out a bouquet of black roses from thee compartment of his bike.
it was utterly theatrical, the way they just conjured out of thin air. “see? wouldn’t waste bloody flowers on a bike. she’s just a fling.”
a laugh slipped out of you, cheeks warming at the thoughtfulness game that he always played. sirius was always like this—mockery wrapped in sincerity, daring you to catch which part was which.
“fine,” you grumbled with a hidden smile, taking them. “as long as i’m still your favourite.”
“course you are. at least you talk back.” his mouth caught yours in the smallest peck before you could chastise him, careful not to ruin your lip artistry—yet.
he shoved the helmet onto your head like he was dressing you for war, lifting you effortlessly onto the motorcycle. “now, hold on tight and look pretty f’ me. i’ll do all the dangerous parts, yeah?”
he drawled with a wink, climbing in front. your arms looped around his waist, bouquet squashed between both your body heats. “just—be careful, alright?”
except you knew sirius never was. the engine suddenly roared alive, rattling through your bones. now you understood why sirius loved riding bikes so much.
it was unlike anything else you ever experienced; it was sound and sensation both, flooding your thighs, your stomach—and oddly enough, your cunt.
a sharp gasp escaped you before you could stop it, barely muffled by the helmet. the seat beneath you buzzed, pressing heat and vibrations into you with every tremor.
sirius caught it instantly, the way your grip tightened around his waist, always attuned to you. as soon as he heard that broken gasp, a slow grin curled wickedly, and he revved the engine harder.
“like that, gorgeous? or am i just imagining things?”
your body betrayed you, voice dying out into a whimper, warmth coiling fast in your belly. your clit pulsed with every shudder of the machine, trying to utter. “it’s very—oh—”
he froze mid-rev, whipping his head around. he could see your dazed eyes through the slit of your helmet, the shift of your hips—he knew.
“merlin—you’re really—” sirius half-laughed, half-groaned, disbelief and hunger tangled together. “you’re about to get off on my bloody bike?”
you nodded helplessly, hips grinding for more friction, like you couldn’t even afford to be ashamed from how good it felt.
sirius swore at the sight, swinging his legs around to face you. the helmet was plucked off your face, discarded somewhere on the handlebars, bouquet of flowers tossed to the pavement—him wanting nothing more than to feel your body heat and see your lips part, eyes flutter, just for him.
“look at you. falling apart already? pathetic little thing.” he mocked, voice silk and gravel, pupils blown wide like his filthiest fantasies had finally been answered.
his hands came up to clamp around your tight-clad thighs, spreading you shamelessly. “use it. use my bike like a toy. c’mon doll—make a mess of her.”
his words spurred you on, the vibration just relentless. you kept rolling your hips in sloppy movements, the leather dragging across your covered clit as your head tipped back with a ragged cry. heat was swirling low, rushing straight to your core as your thighs trembled.
sirius’ cock throbbed painfully in his jeans, strained and aching. watching you unravel without even touching him was pure torture—but the hottest fucking torture he’d ever known.
“fuck me,” he rasped, thumb grazing the wet crotch of your tights under your skirt. “you’re soaked. couldn’t wait five bloody minutes, could you?”
his mocking words were only dizzying you with more need, hole clenching around nothing. it wasn’t enough, your clit was still swollen with ache.
“need—more—” you gasped, clawing at his jacket blindly.
sirius cursed under his breath, and his hands worked immediately, tugging your tights and panties down in one savage motion—your hips barely lifting off the bike just to aid him.
he shoved you back against the vibrating seat, your cunt bare and slick against the leather, the rough surface giving off a new sensation that made your eyes roll.
“that’s it, angel.” sirius muttered with barely-contained restraint, kissing hard down the column of your throat.
“ride it. ride it for me.” his hands encouraged the movement of your hips, before he wedged two fingers between your wetness and the seat, pressing into your hole. a sharp gasp ripped out of you, and sirius groaned into your neck.
“fuck—s’bloody tight,” he curled his fingers deliciously into you, the bike’s buzz amplifying every drag of his knuckles.
he didn’t care if his wrist was beginning to ache from how squashed it was—all he could think about was pleasuring you—to get you right on the edge, the pads of his fingers hitting that sweet squelchy spot over and over again.
your mind was just pure noise, cloudy, every nerve in your body pointed to the thick pressure building in your abdomen. the coil twisted tighter as you let out a moan, walls clenching hard around his fingers. “sirius!”
his mouth was everywhere, sucking red and purple into your skin—on your jaw, your collarbone, before smearing the delicate paint off your lips with his own.
“yeah? you’re close? cum for me, pretty girl.”
his words rasped right into your mouth as you whimpered back, squeezing his fingers with your spongy walls. “make a mess f’ me—ruin the seat so i remember you every time i ride it.”
he coaxed you, the squelching of his fingers and the quiver of the engine beneath, becoming all too much.
“oh!—” the coil in your stomach snapped, pleasure ripping through you, raw and violent. you gushed hot spurts across his hand and the seat, vision blurring as your body convulsed and sirius held you down.
he murmured filth in your ear, guiding you through the aftershocks, drenched fingers still moving in quiet shushes. you couldn’t believe at how your body had just given out, writhing in open air, on a motorcycle of all places.
but the reckless nature of it somehow made the aftershocks sharper, hotter—not to mention this recklessness was something sirius always encouraged.
his fingers finally pulled out, not leaving a moment of rest as he shoved them into his mouth and moaned like a starved man, licking every drop clean. the sound, so obscene and guttural, left your cunt fluttering all over again.
“you just came all over my fucking bike.” he laughed, voice wrecked with awe, fingers popping free of his mouth. his pupils were blown wide like it was a fever dream, and you swore you could see yourself in the reflection of them. “swear you’ve killed me, sweetheart.”
you were flushed and breathless, thighs still trembling—and yet, you still managed to quirk a brow.
“was this some wet dream of yours?”
sirius shrugged, trying not to let the ends of his lips curve up. “maybe.”
you shook your head with a smiling scoff, trying to catch your breath—before your eyes dropped down instinctively to his jeans, the bulge pressing painfully against the zipper.
your body reacted before your brain could catch up, shifting on the seat. sirius followed your gaze, smirk twitching, just so desperate to have you again—his hunger undeniable whenever it came to you.
“think you could bless my bike again? gonna have to ride me til’ i forget my own name.” he raised a brow in a dare and you could only nod eagerly.
the idea of it made your pulse spike—that you’d already fallen apart so publicly for him and would do it again just to see the look on his face. you definitely weren’t getting to that dinner anytime soon.
“good girl. c’mere.” sirius immediately tore at his belt, fingers fumbling like he couldn’t get his trousers off quick enough.
when his cock sprang free—thick, flushed, twitching—you whimpered. the tip was throbbing in red anger, beads of pre-cum sliding down the shaft. he didn’t even give you time to properly move, yanking you onto his lap with a growl before his mouth crashed against yours sloppily.
the rough grind of his cock against your soaked folds had you shuddering all over again, slick already smearing him. you grabbed the base, giving him a few pumps just to see his composure break—and it did, his head dropping back with a low moan, neck straining.
“shit—see what you do to me, baby? got fuckin’ hard watching you come apart. pathetic, isn’t it?”
you grinned, breathless, faint with want. “we both are. i mean—” you gasped a laugh, “i came all over a damn bike for fuck’s sake.”
sirius gave a weak chuckle back, but it broke into a groan as you lined him up and sank down in one swift motion. his head slammed back again, shoulder blades hitting the handlebars as a guttural sound ripped from his throat.
you sobbed from the stretch, walls molding to him inch by inch, feeling so effortlessly full as your hips moved. a soft breeze of wind swept your face that brought you back to the open air. the possibility of being seen had your pulse hammering in your throat, adrenaline and arousal blending into one as your cunt squeezed him tighter in a throb.
“fuck—made for me.” sirius ground out through clenched teeth, nipping at your jaw. “look at you—bouncing on me like a desperate little bunny. filthy girl.”
“uh huh—” was all you could manage, your brain turning to mush as your hips bucked.
each bounce made the bike creak beneath you, metal rocking on its stand. sweat slid down your back as your clit grinded against him with every thrust, the vibration of the machine still humming through your soaked folds. you were already nearing, moaning louder so it echoed into the evening, hips jerking without rhythm like your body was on fire.
sirius thrust up into you as hard as he could from the seat, his fat tip slamming into your cervix with each drive—desperate to get more of those pretty sounds out of you.
“yeah? you like that?” he rasped in a feral cocky grin, jaw trembling. “louder, doll. let everyone hear how good i fuck you. go on—scream for me, bunny.”
his eyes were locked on your face like he was burning it into memory, cock plunging deeply in and out of you. your body obeyed instantaneously, like you wanted nothing more than to please him.
you sobbed out incoherently, the heat in your stomach snapping again as you spasmed around him—and sirius lost it too, cock twitching inside you as he spilled hot. his curses dissolved against your skin, desperate and husked.
you slumped into his chest with tears trickling down your cheeks, both of you trembling in ragged breaths. the engine ticked softly as it cooled, and sirius just stared at you like something holy and obscene all at once.
he pulled back to see your face properly, grin growing slow and wicked. the pads of his thumbs gently wiped your cheeks of the eyeliner residue mixed with your tears.
that’s when he kissed you deep and messy, your black lipstick that was already all over your mouth, smeared again like sirius relished in ruining you in every way possible—cunt and lips alike.
“best fucking ride of my life—and i live for bikes.”
your laugh cracked out, high but spent. “mine too. rode two things today.”
he chuckled breathlessly against your head, kissing it softly. “merlin, you’ll be the death of me.”
you gently pecked his chest in a soft silent thank you, breaths steadying. “so…no date?”
“you minx,” he murmured into your hair, and you could feel the maddening grin against it. “who needs a sodding dinner with a start like this?”
he nipped your ear, smug and soft all at once, arms cinching around you like he couldn’t stand the thought of letting go. “got my meal right here.”
some more audio porn recommendations for you my loveliesssss I hope you guys like theMMMM mWUAH
I did my best to curate them but I can't guarantee any of these people dont have other audios with tw. age stuff (its soundgasm, they love that shit there) so do make sure to check individual tags on other audios from these creators
recs post 1
brother/sister audios
lazy big brother tw incest, slight degradation (sooooo cute i really really like this one it feels very real brosis vibes to me mhm)
stoner big bro part 1 and part 2 tw incest, dubcon, semi public (iconic. I know yall have heard the first part for sure but he has 4 parts up and they’re all soooo yummy, gets me off every time <33)
sharing a bed tw incest, reluctant, virgin
mutual crush on big bro tw incest, reallyyyy cute, cuddles (his accent is cute too I really like this one its so all softy n cute)
doing things with your bf makes big budder jealous tw incest, jealousy
brother who’s a king tw incest, yandere, v protective (this one is sooooo yummy I love the way he talks to her it’s so longingly but angry !!! it's sooo sexy)
big bro lil sis where she’s sick tw incest, praise, let nii nii take hang out with you
outrageous dirty talk w big bro tw incest, threatening violence in a loving way, cannibalism mentions? (can’t remember if I shared this one in my last post but one of my all time favorites fRRRRR !!! and this guy has many of my fav audios!!)
med student big bro tw incest, dubcon, abuse of power, medical malpractice (made me feel real objectified and poked and prodded like a test subject, loved itttt <333 really long but a fun listen)
dad/daughter audios
cuddling daddy next to mom tw incest, ddlg core, virgin, very explicit dirty talk too
other
stranger jerking it on the train tw public (just pretty short, fun and flirty! what it says on the tin)
boss/employee but the guy is a golden retriever service dom
recommended in ask or found these but haven't listened through yet!! check out at your own discretion! I'll add them above once I've listened to them <33
pairing: richboy! dick grayson x girly! innocent!fem! reader
word count: 3.9k
part one here! part two here!
summary: a true gentleman, dick takes you on your first date, and things get a tad bit heated on the drive home...
warnings: fingering, heavy praise and size kink, petnames, manhandling, kissing/ makeout session, flirting, swearing, future indications of sex, alcohol consumption
" i think you know what this i, i think you wanna, uh
no, you ain't got no mrs. / oh, but you got a sports car
we can uh-uh in it/ while you drive it real far- yeah, you know what this is"- sports car, tate mcrae
author note: yayyy this series is back! i got mixed reviews on adding smut to this part or having more slow burn, so i settled in the middle. very happy to be writing for them again- and side note, i tagged my idea of the dress she wears, but of course- totally up to viewers interpretation. happy reading!!
You felt like a princess, who was about to enter her personal horse drawn carriage. As if you were Cinderella, on your way to the ball in her shimmering gown and pumpkin carriage.
You watched as a dark black limo appeared by the curb in the dim lighting of your building, watching the rain slide down the hood from behind the front glass door.
A tall, dark figure stepped out from the back, and you wasted no time slipping out the door, the wind blowing the ends of your dress against your heels.
You had gone with something darker than you usually did, to blend with Dick’s cooler tones. Though you hadn’t fully turned to the darkside in grays and blacks, you settled on a deep, dark wine colour.
A mix, between your pinks and his blacks.
Your eyes twinkled with excitement as he approached, umbrella in hand to quickly shield you from the rain. Light seemed to beam out from your chest as he was close enough to touch, brushing soft manicured fingers across his forearm.
“Hi you.”
He didn't utter a word back.
Just swept you into his arms, kissing you with such passion it made your legs wobble slightly.
“Hi you.” he murmured, eyes flickering down to stare at your swollen lips. “Shall we go?”
You nodded eagerly, holding onto his arm as he ran you through the rain, making you giggle as you practically nose dived into the car, him following shortly after.
He shook his damp hair as he closed the umbrella and you squealed as some drops got on your skin. “Good god you look so beautiful. That dress…” he praised, eying your entire body up and down, before stopping at your eyes, taking them in.
Little did you know, he was unraveling it with his mind, just itching to slip the slutlry little shoulder straps and reveal the your breasts that were screaming at him from where he sat.
But no, no- he had to be a gentleman. He was a gentleman. So why did you make him want to do such naughty, naughty things? Let alone on the first real date?
You noticed he sat beside you on the leather seats, rather than across from you, the warmth radiating off him despite the chill that hung in the air outside.
“Thank you. It’s um, it’s vintage.”
His eyebrows perked up. “Yeah? Tell me about it sweetheart. D’ya shop vintage often?”
A simple, shy answer- because yes, he still made you feel like you were a little girl with a big, bad crush again- turned into a full, deep seated conversation.
You had barely taken note of where the driver was taking you, weaving you through streets and stoplights. Somehow the two of you were deep in conversation, Dick fully engaged in your interests, smiling when you mentioned all your Pinterest boards and little things you adored.
Little did you know, he had already stalked them all- and knew exactly what you liked. And you had done amazing, based on your own taste.
It felt nice to have someone be so… well interested in what you had to say. Like what you were truly saying, not just the sounds that left your lips.
No, all of Dicks attention was solely focused on you- and you were so deep in his distractions you didn't even realize his hand had slipped up to rest on your thigh, until he slowly started to rub circles on your bare flesh with the pad of his thumb.
You stopped suddenly, startled- but eager for the physical affection he showed you. Leaned in closer than he was before, anxiously awaiting what you had to say next.
“Mhmmm sweetheart, why’d you stop?”
Your eyes looked down at where his hand lay, and flickered back up to meet his now playful, coy gaze as he urged you to keep going. The effect he had on you was nothing short of hypnotic.
You shook your head, quickly looking away as you laughed. “I’m so sorry, I’m boring you with all this fashion talk-”
“Boring me? Bunny, nothing you could ever say could bore me. I like when you talk. You have a really pretty voice.”
You raised an eyebrow. “I do?”
“Like honey. And silk. It's so smooth, like your skin. Delicate.”
You subtly stretched your leg, letting the fabric drape around your thigh, letting his hand snake up just an inch higher, thumb tracing little circles on the bare skin.
You were feeling bold tonight. The little bottle of champagne he had delivered to your apartment with a delicate rose had made it just an inch easier.
“Do you think I’m delicate?” you murmured, looking deep into his eyes. His breath hitched as you took himin, staring at him with stars in your eyes.
“I think you’re coy. Alluring. Not simply delicate.” he smirked, pinching your thigh playfully, making you yelp. The car slowed to a sudden stop, two quick raps of a knuckle and a muffled “Here you are Mr. Grayson, sir.”
“Shall we be off?” he asked, stepping out into the dark night, extending a hand as he opened the car door for you. You took it, his larger hand seeming to swallow yours as you daintly hold onto it, like you were a Victorian aristocrat leaving her carriage.
“Thank you sir.” You called, waving goodbye to the driver, who gave you a soft smile as you were swept away by Dick, his arm wrapped around your hips, guiding you onwards.
“C’mon sweetheart, let's get you outta the rain okay?” he coaxed, ushering you inside the dimly lit restaurant, empty except for the flickering candles on the ironed tablecloths, and a few staff tending the bar.
"Wow.. Dickie this is, this is so beautiful.” you gasped as you took in the spacious room, slowly slipping off your shawl for him as he hung it up at the front. The place looked like it belonged in old luxurious Hollywood, something straight out of a film with the dim, low hanging wall lanterns, and plush leather booths.
The only thing missing was the bustle and chatter of mingling and glasses clinking together from the crowd. But there was none. Just soft, sweet music that was like a calming ambience, wrapping you in a warm hug.
“But- but where is everyone else?”
He just smiled to himself, taking your arm in his as he guided you to a table, as if you had said a silly joke and he only understood the true punchline. “Silly girl, I reserved it for us.”
“What, a table?” He shook his head, pushing the chair out for you to sit in. “No, the restaurant.”
Your jaw went slack, almost thudding against the table.
“The restaurant?!”
“Yeah, I called in some favours and managed to snag the place for myself. They didn't mind, especially when I told them it was for a pretty lil bunny like you.” he hummed, giving the waiter a little signal, as if what he had just said and done was an everyday, not a big deal occurrence.
You, on the other hand, thought your eyes were gonna pop out of their sockets. The fact that anyone- let alone this sweet, sexy, charming hunk of muscle had done this? For you?
Yeah you were willing to risk everything, and then some.
“Jesus Dick that's- I- I don't even know what to say I’m-”
“Don't say anything about it sweetheart. Don't worry your pretty lil head about it. It's all taken care of.”
As if a bell had been rung, wine had appeared in your glass, followed by a basket of fresh, steaming bread rolls with soft butter.
“You really do know the way to my heart.” you giggled, taking a slow sip of wine. “I like to think I do sweetheart.”
“Isn't that funny? I’ve only known you for a week and it feels like you’ve always been in my life. It's like.. I don't know. Maybe it's fate.”
He raised an eyebrow, grabbing a roll from the basket, spreading on the melting butter before taking a bite. “Do you believe in fate?” he asked, and you pursed your lips together, taking a bite of bread yourself before responding.
“Maybe. I think so. I think this is what fate is.”
He smiled at that, leg (barely needing to) stretch to bump your leg under the table. “Thats cute. You’re really fucking cute.”
You scrunched your nose before taking another bite and he laughed.
“Yeah that. That little scrunch you do when you’re trying not to get all flustered from my words. S’sexy.”
You rolled your eyes. “Well, I’m just thankful you didnt ruin the cute moment by grabbing my hand and rubbing butter all over my skin. Way to keep a moment going Grayson.”
You played into his wit, finding yourself starting to pick up on his snarky, sly little comments and sarcasm. “You’re not into that?”
“I’m into a lot of things but oil on the skin… not so much.” you smirked, taking a sip of your drink as his eyes raked you over, fist clenching around the butter knife at your suggestive comment.
“What happened to miss innocent?” he asked.
“Oh she's around. But sometimes she goes into hiding when she's had some drinks and there's a cute guy she likes. Environmental influences play a large role, ya know.”
“Oh so I’m an environmental influence now?”
“Oh sure! But I can pretend to not be all stern and sarcastic if you want.” You waved a hand over your face, changing your expression to a stoic and stern look, as if you were a philosopher from ancient times.
“Oh I am not like that.” he scoffed.
“Are so.”
“Am not.”
You crossed your arms, and he felt his gaze slide down to where your breasts were pushed together, having to take a dry swallow and pray to whatever god he believed in to get him through this night without taking you over the table.
God you were so fucking sexy when you looked at him like that. Acting all tough and playful, as if he didnt know how innocent you were. And fuck if that didn't make him hard.
“Tell you what sweetheart. If I go this entire dinner without laughing, or smiling- and I’m as cold as you insist, you’ll win this imaginary competition.”
“First off, you already laughed and now you’re just gonna laugh to win. Second, if I do win, what's the reward?”
“We start now, and I promise I won't. I dont cheat. And whatever you desire, sweetheart.”
You nodded, leaning back in your chair, swirling the wine around in your glass before taking another swig. “Bragging rights. For the entire week.”
He stuck out his hand. “It's a deal.”
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You tugged on his arm, laughing loudly as you stumbled out of the restaurant, trying to guide him onwards- belly and heart both full.
Not before you had profusely thanked all the staff, he noted, the kindness rolling off of you in waves.
It was so refreshing to see, you were so different from any other girl he had taken out. Usually they were spoiled, rich, and cold. And just wanting to get into his pants, and wallet.
But you… you were simply so bubbly and ecstatic it was impossible for him not to smile. So of course, you had lost the competition, almost immediately after it started.
You had waved it off with a “oh whatever” when he had brought it up, rolling your eyes before giggling.
I still get bragging rights for whenever I want. You insisted, cheeks heating in the dim candlelight as he winked at you. Of course you do bunny. Who would I be if not to comply?
Now here he was, arm being tugged on by what felt like a little humming bird next to him, out into the rain. You beamed at him, smiling as you tugged him forward, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him deeply.
A low growl left his lips as you parted your lips, lipgloss tasting sweet- like bubblegum. He picked you up, hands firm on your hips so you were as tall as him, letting out a little muffled squeak at the sudden shift, making him chuckle.
“You okay there bunny? Cat got your tongue?” he cooed condensely as he pushed you back up against the brick wall, nothing but him and the streetlights in sight.
He was beautiful. “You’re so beautiful.” you whispered, and something like shock, then surprise flashed in his eyes.
No one had ever called him that before. Hot, attractive maybe, but beautiful? Never. And it was even better sounding from your lips.
You just gazed at him with so much admiration, it made his heart clench. The soft rain running down your skin, your cheeks- soaking your hair and glittering off your necklace in the dim lights.
He was entranced.
All he could think to do was kiss you again, harder- faster. He couldn't get enough of you, your lips, your skin, your taste. God he was melting.
The little sounds you made when he nipped at your lower lip, the gentle pants and moans of his name, like his simple touch was sending you spiraling just made him crave you more.
“D-dick-” you mewled, head lolling forward onto his shoulder as he nipped and sucked at your neck, the sensation, the wine and the chill droplets of water that rolled off the tips of his hair onto your skin sent shivers down your spine.
A flash of bright headlights filled your view- clouding your senses. “I think the car is here.” you murmured, but not pushing him to get off you.
“I know sweetheart, I just want one more kiss.” he said into your skin, planting another kiss and nip down on your neck, leaving a little mark.
You moaned as he guided you down to your feet, swaying slightly at the change in altitude. His hand was entwined with yours, guiding you over to the back of the limo- opening the door for you like a perfect gentleman.
You laughed, stumbling down in the soft leather seats, back flush against them as he scrambled inside, shaking the rain from his hair like a wet dog.
Two quick raps of his large knuckle against the tinted glass and the car was rolling forward, his lips landing on yours again greedily. You arched into his touch, hands tangling in his hair.
“I usually don't do this kinda thing until the second date. I promise.” he moaned against your neck, and you shivered again, his hand roaming down to slowly hike up your skirt, waiting for the eager nods of approval from you with each little inch, to make sure you were okay with the direction this was going.
His fingers brushed your inner thigh, your hardened nipples poking through the fabric to brush against his suit.
“Fuck bunny youre so fuckin… fuck. Don't even know what your askin for.” he chuckled, inching closer to the damp spot on your panties.
“This. But this is as far as I’ve gone with a guy before.”
He looked at you with a look of gentle concern, hands stopping their wandering. “This okay? You want me to stop?”
You shook your head, grabbing his wrist and guiding it back down to where it was before.
“Fuck baby. But I’m not letting your first time be in the backseat, you understand?”
You nodded, seeing the limited space that was left for his massive body in the backseat.
“Not enough room here for all the pretty lil things I wanna do to you.” he growled, lips coming back to resume their place on your neck, inching further and further down as he bumped your thighs apart with his wrist as his fingers rubbed gentle little circles on the damp spot.
“Dick you’re so-”
“So what? Hm?”
You moaned, fingers tugging at the strands of black between them as he slipped past the fabric and slipped a finger in. “-big” you squirmed as his finger curled inside of you.
He smirked cockily, peering down at your face contorted in pleasure. “Cmon bunny. Think you can take one more f’me?” he asked, ego clearly boosted by your genuine reactions.
“So sensitive…” he tsked, thumb sneaking out to brush your clit. Your head rolled, slightly off the seat as you reached back for the door- window- anything to ground you from the overwhelming heat that had pooled down in your core.
“What- what about the driver?” you asked meekly, suddenly worried he would understand exactly what was happening behind the divider, hearing your little noises.
“Don't worry about him sweetheart. Just focus on me okay? Focus on feeling good.” he reassured you, his voice as soft and sweet as honey as you coaxed you open, having you come undone beneath his body as it shielded you from the world, from the cars blurring by as the limo continued to drive.
You nodded, staring into his gentle eyes, his sweet words and gentle praises making you grip the folds in his suit jacket, tugging his tie to bring him in for a teasing kiss.
He moaned, savouring the taste of you again as you rocked your hips against his hand, as he added a second finger.
“Thereee you go sweetheart, good girl. So innocent, aren't you? Taking two fingers like a good lil girl.”
“Feels so good..” you moaned, starting to feel a gentle pressure in your body that threatened to topple.
“Yeah bunny? Anyone make you feel this good before? Anyone see you this pretty, this fuckable?”
You shook your head, blabbering incoherent nothings as you twisted his tie, trying to cling to it as you felt yourself teetering. "Cause you're so fuckable. Wanna just use you like a pretty lil doll. My sweet bunny..."
“Dickie I’m gonna- fuck- gonna cum-”
“Thats it baby, cmon cum on my fingers bun. Such a sweetheart, look at you.” he cooed down at you softly, watching your eyes roll back, mouth parting to let out little pants and gasps escape as you shattered around his fingers, crying his name out with a squeal.
He groaned at the sight of you falling apart under him, and he knew right then and there the view would never be enough.
He’d always crave this, he'd always want and need this.
Your legs shook like a baby fawns as he slowly slipped his glistening fingers out of you, slipping them in his mouth to suck.
You tasted so fucking divine. Fuck.
Your eyes widened at the action, so absorbed in his actions you felt yourself gravitating to slip them into your own mouth. Silently you placed a hand on his, tugging them out of his mouth and guiding them between your parted lips, tongue swirling around his digits, without breaking eye contact once.
You looked so innocent with your big doe eyes, it drove him insane. He couldn't help but groan at the sight, threatening to spill in his pants right then and there as you tugged them out of your mouth with a pop!, a little line of spit connecting them to your stained lips.
“Wanna make you feel good now Dickie. I don't know how but you can- you can teach me. Right?”
You gripped his hands tighter, and he smiled softly.
“Not tonight sweetheart. Tonight’s about you. And we're gonna take it slow. I’ll teach you some things later, when you've had some rest, okay? You’re practically asleep, like a curled little kitten.” he laughed, watching you struggle to keep your eyes open.
Your body felt like it was floating, from pleasure, from Dicks sweet, yet taunting words and the wine churning through your blood. It was late, and you clung to him.
Not that you were drunk, but you were buzzed enough you felt comfortable enough to nuzzle up to him, placing your head in his lap, letting his gentle caress wash over you like a wave. He stroked your hair, slipping over to brush against your bare skin on your arms, back up to your scalp for a soft scratch behind the ears.
You practically purred at the touch, feeling safe and relaxed as he held you. You fluttered in and out of consciousness as you felt the car stop, and he adjusted you so you were draped in his arms, like a princess rescued by her charming prince.
You clung to his jacket, yawning. “Where are we goin?” you asked, not recognizing the sleek and modern building you were entering- one that looked like it costs four months rent to simply step inside the lobby.
“We’re at my place, okay bunny? I just don't want you to be alone tonight. Are you okay to share a bed with me?” he asked, pressing a button that had the elevator dinging- doors parting open for him- as if they were only summoned for Dick.
You nodded, willing to go wherever Dick took you. He lifted you up just a smidge, planting a kiss on your forehead as you traveled up to the penthouse suite. He hummed a soft tune, at peace with the sounds of your breathing and the whirl of the elevator as it took you both above the skyline.
A few moments later, you heard a beep, a door swinging open- before being shut and locked behind you. There was the faint sound of two other men's voices- ones you didn't recognize- but you drifted back into a gentle sleep before you could put any faces to the voices.
They stopped mid convo, Jason and Tim turning from the couch to observe Dick- yes, the same Dick they had known most of their life, cradling a girl in his arms as if she was a fair maiden he had rescued.
“Don't.” Dick growled, seeing the light in their eyes start to flicker.
“She's beautiful.” Jason murmured, absorbing the way you hung limply in Dicks arms, small fingers (to him) clinging to Dicks jacket, eyelash tickling your cheeks in the soft light.
And the dress you had on would send any man into shambles.
“You’re lucky I wasn't at that club that night or else we’d have to flip a coin.” Jason joked, making Dick roll his eyes.
"Not a chance in hell. Both of you aren't gonna bother her. She's shy and innocent- and we don't need either of you ruining that.” he said, starting to make his way over to his room, to lay you in his bed just to watch you sleep a little longer before curling up beside you and getting rest himself.
He had to make sure you were fully taken care of before he could even imagine getting a wink of sleep. Your breathing was steady, and your eyes had stayed shut for enough time for Dick to know you were fully asleep now, still in his arms.
It was adorable.
“Introductions over breakfast?” Tim suggested, craning his head to get one last glimpse of you before you disappeared behind Dicks fortress.
“Start preparing a normal script.” was all DIck said before shutting the door behind him- softer then any time he had before in his life.
“She's made him go soft.” Tim observed.
“And thank god for that.” Jason snorted, watching the lock on Dicks door click.
You felt gentle touches unzipping your dress and guiding you out of your shoes, before soft, large fabric engulfed your frame. Dick had dressed you in one of his t-shirts, one that smelt so strongly of him it made your head spin.
“Goodnight my sweetheart.” you heard him call- from what seemed so far away, followed by a gentle kiss to your forehead as he tucked the soft satin sheets around your frame.
Sleep had taken over before you had noticed he had then slipped into bed next to you, wrapping his arms around you to hold you close- and to keep you safe.
This is my first time doing something like this, so feedback is super appreciated. Also!! Gotta be logged into twitter (X) for these to work.
Bruce Wayne
- He just can't resist you when you come to visit the office<3
- The bathroom of a charity gala that neither of you were particularly interested in
- What you send him after he paid to get your nails done while he was away on a business trip
-A private beach that he bought out when he finally retired
- You're still getting used to how big he is
- He tries to be gentle, but his cock is just so huge that it's a pleasant, painful every time regardless of how much he preps you
- How's he supposed to focus at work when you send him those slutty little pictures in your new lingerie?
Jason Todd
- Something about this just screams Jason vibes to me. Maybe softdom? Maybe showing off his strength/muscles?
- LOVES when you guys get noise complaints just from the actions alone, nevermind the moans
- He sent this just to mess around with you while he was in the gym changing rooms
- Yes, you two have tried this. Yes, the gun was unloaded. Yes, he still made sure it has safety on. Yes, you clogged up his favorite pistol with your cum.
- This is kinda how I thought of Virgin! Jason Todd eating you out
- More gun play with Jason but in his only nice car
Richard Grayson
- Helping him clean off in the shower after a particularly long patrol
- A little tease while he's in a motel on a mission
- He absolutely worships you like the goddess you are
- Your poor baby makes a mess of himself after not being able to cum for a few weeks while on a mission
- Making you do everything yourself because you got bratty with him about having to cockwarm
- Trying his best to take it slow once he finally gets his hands on you coming home from that stupid mission
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE OELASE PELzerPLEADR PLEWSE PLAS PLEASR MORE P LINKS WITH BATFAM😭😭😭😭😭 I ENERRIY YINFN$.,,, I MEED IT I NEED IT
Batfamily | p links part three
(Gotta be logged into Twitter for links to work)
Nsfw 18+, had lots of requests for various members of the batfamily so I’m combining them all, part one and two
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Bruce Wayne:
Says he wants you to be loud when he fucks you in a hotel to keep up his playboy image…but really he just loves to hear you
In his fancy car
He’s huge…but that’s expected
One time when Alfred took a rare day off, you wanted to cook dinner for the both of you…and Bruce loved the image of you more than he should have
When he caught you sunbathing in the garden
Dick Grayson:
Yeah he’s defo the type to play chase atlantic on his speakers while you’re both at it
He offers you a massage…
Blow him when he’s had a bad day
You’re the one who kept making comments about how he’d be ‘such a great dad’…are you surprised this is how you ended up?
When the tabloids took pictures of Bruce Wayne’s eldest buying this in a sex shop, he was trending on Twitter for days
Jason Todd:
Loves fingering you like this, so he has full access to watching your twitching hole
Loves an alt girl
He’s got big hands, and he loves to just see the size difference
This is so him, he takes pleasure in your pleasure
Has you hold your cheeks open so he can see just how big he is compared to you
Tim Drake:
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He just thinks you’re soooo pretty in a skirt!! He can’t help it!!!
Sometimes he’s in a rougher mood
This screams Tim vibes honestly
You film this, and send it to him when you want to tease him while he’s away
