Warning: sexual content, age gap (20â???), r4pe, noncon, breeding kink, forced breeding, gagging, choking, spell, mass murder, death of children, black flag oc.
Yandere Fae who has known you since you were a little girl when you wandered into his forest chasing a butterfly.
Yandere Fae who was tempted to kill you when you entered their territory; but he didn't do it since he was surprised by the fact that you passed without any problem the magical barrier that was holding him.
Yandere Fae who for some reason and against his or her better judgment ends up playing with you; He sits on the soft moss-covered ground while you cheerfully arrange flowers and leaves in his long white hair.
Yandere Fae who feels a little disappointed when you tell him you have to come home or your parents will scold you; He acts indifferent and tries to forget what happened, only to be pleasantly surprised when you return the next day.
Yandere Fae who begins meeting with you every day in the same place, but first makes you promise never to tell other humans about his existence.
Yandere Fae who feeds you candy in exchange for promising that you will be his in the future when you grow up and you happily promise it just wanting to eat more of those delicious candy; unaware of the huge mistake you made.
Yandere Fae who during one of those encounters ends up asking you your name and you innocently give it to him, ignoring the enormous and absolute power you have given him over you.
Yandere Fae who scares you to no end when he kills a man who followed you when you went to see him; Although you don't know it, he could see the bad intentions in the heart of the man who followed you.
Yandere Fae who tries to stop you when you run towards your house sobbing, but you sneak outside the barrier and he can't follow you; He waits for you to come back the next day to console you but you don't come back, you don't come back that day, nor the next, nor the next...
Yandere Fae who waits 15 long years with his sanity completely broken to be able to see you again, he feels betrayed and upset by the fact that you disappeared without a trace, leaving him alone again.
Yandere Fae who one day finally gains enough strength to break the barrier that holds him and keeps him chained to the clearing, now that he is free he only has one thing on his mind (besides giving you your rightful place at his side, obviously) to find and punish his disobedient wife for being so cruel.
After destroying your village and cruelly slaughtering all the inhabitants, not even caring about the children, he broke into your humble home and killed your parents when they tried to attack him to protect you. He also killed your innocent little sister right before your eyes. A muffled scream escaped your parched lips, and he approached you, taking you tightly in his arms before throwing you over his shoulder, carrying you to the forest clearing where you two had first met.
You tried to fight him off, twisting and kicking your legs to try and escape. Your fists pounded against his back, but the attempt was pathetic at best. Frustrated by your stubbornness, he muttered something in a language you couldn't understand, and suddenly your body felt heavy and powerless. When they finally reached the clearing he placed you on the soft mattress of moss that covered the floor.
âI apologize for the spell, but your unpleasant attitude was beginning to tire me, dear wife.â
His voice comes out soft as velvet almost like a mockery as his long, pale fingers trace the contour of your face, his long, sharp nails leaving red trails on the skin of your cheeks but stopping short of cutting the skin.
âI'm not your wife! You... are a monster!â
You try to put all your hate into your voice so he can see how upset you are about all of this, about everything he caused, but your voice sounds more like a muffled stutter, your tongue heavy with the disturbing fullness you feel in your body and mind.
âHa ha ha! You're very funny, dear wife, but you shouldn't say things like that... your husband might get very upset, and who knows what he'd do to you?â
His laughter cuts off abruptly and his voice turns terrifyingly serious; you can't help but shudder in fear; He takes your silence as a sign of submission, so he wastes no time and begins to remove the simple dress you're wearing. His long nails cut through the fabric with terrifying ease. When your body is exposed to his eyes his hands travel to your breasts and he squeezes firmly.
âSuch beautiful tits, you've become a real beauty... you're a work of art, all for your husband to enjoy, aren't you, dear wife?â
When you purse your lips, refusing to respond, he lets out a dark laugh; He looks at you with half-closed eyes, a wicked smile slipping onto his lips before he takes your nipples between his ring and index fingers, tugging firmly at your nubs, hardened by the cold, making you let out a stifled gasp and a shiver running down your spine.
âYou are a fighter my dear wife and I really can't wait to see you break down and accept your destiny at my side~â
He wastes no time and opens his pants releasing his hard member; the pale length is adorned with a pink mushroom head and glistening pearls of precum at the tip. He pumps his cock with one of his hands while rubbing tight circles on your pussy with the other, being careful not to cut yourself with his nails. you feel a hot shame as your body reacts to his caresses, your pussy slowly getting wet almost dripping with love juices.
âAwww, look at that, my dear wife. Your pussy cries for me. Maybe your foolish mind won't accept its place, but your pretty body certainly will. At least this little pussy is honest with me.â
You frown at his teasing comment, letting out a gasp as two of his fingers delve into your tight heat, his fingers rubbing against your warm, wet inner walls. He leans over you, getting closer to your ear and you can't help but shiver when he speaks and his warm breath hits your skin.
âWe'll have even more fun when I take you to the Fae realm with me. With my kind around, you'll think twice about doing something stupid, my dear wife.â
He laughs darkly and removes his fingers from your pussy, your sticky fluids cover his fingers and he smiles before putting them in his mouth cleaning them, when he removes them he murmurs a âdelicious~â before taking his cock in his hand guiding it towards your sensitive pussy, you close your eyes as he rubs his fat mushroom head against your wet folds for a few seconds before sliding inside you.
âWhat a tight pussy you have, dear wife~ you feel like paradise, the wait was worth it ~â
He savors the feeling of your pussy squeezing his cock, your walls throb trying to adapt to his thick circumference, he gives you a few tentative thrusts before beginning to thrust into you firmly, you release gasps and moans at the pain mixed with the pleasure you feel, he notices the outline of his cock that is marked on your belly with each thrust, smiling his hands grab your waist and squeeze the bulge.
âYou really are a sweet little thing, aren't you? Look at my cock pushing its way and abusing your pussy, I can't wait to see my son growing inside you, dear wife.â
He laughs darkly at his own words, one of his hands moves up to your chest squeezing your nipple hard twisting it between his fingers, his balls slapping again and again against your plush ass, you feel dizzy at the feeling of his fat cock hitting your cervix along with his fingers pinching your sore nipple, your toes tighten and you roll your eyes lost in pleasure.
âYou're really enjoying this aren't you? Of course if I look at your fucked up face, it's very sensual you really know how to drive me crazy, you're really a little slut ~â
He releases your nipple and brings his fingers to your half-open mouth, you choke when he puts two fingers inside, flattening your tongue, he laughs pleased when you suck on his fingers clumsily, his other hand rubs circles over your pussy, your trembling legs tighten around his waist, bringing him closer to you.
He presses himself onto you even more, his fingers are stuck so deep in your throat that you gag, he takes his fingers out of your mouth just grabbing your legs, unwrapping them from his waist and opening them firmly giving him room to fuck you even deeper, his cock goes in and out of your weeping pussy over and over again, his cock throbs as his release approaches.
âI'm going to cum deep inside you and give you the blessing of being the mother of my children, you know my parents had many children... I have forty-three brothers and sisters, but I'm sure that you and I will have even more than that, my dear ~â
With those words and a few erratic thrusts he comes, he buries himself deep inside you while ropes and ropes of his thick semen fill your rubbery uterus and fertilize you, he hardly seems agitated unlike you who is blushing, disheveled and drooling beneath him, he keeps his cock inside you although a little of his semen overflows and falls to the ground beneath you causing many small flowers to grow quickly, he looks at your eyes, your pupils are a dull gray due to the spell, he can't help but smile.
âI think I went a little overboard with the effect of the spell, I should have known that your weak human mind would go a little crazy, but I will take advantage of your good will until the spell fades and returns to you.â
it's that time of the month - get cozy in bed, watch slasher movies, nightmare before christmas and run the outlast trials, resident evil, and a series of horror games; it's also the time for things to get freakier than they usually are.
*DISCLAIMER ; I'm not doing damian wayne, or any sort of sibling x reader x sibling (e.g. jason todd x reader x dick grayson), because it's just insanely weird and anybody who ages damian up is just weird as fuck.
as kinktober goes on, the DC characters written will NOT be revealed until that specific day has been written and finished; both male and female readers will be acknowledged, and I'll try my best to make it even. If you'd like, you can put a request in advance for a day that hasn't been done yet - I'd appreciate this request a day or two in advance. The first FIVE works may not be requested, because they will be premade and queued for publishing before October starts, but the others will not be. You can request at the end of the list.
KINKTOBER FINE LIST
day one : masturbation ( roy harper x f!reader)day two : kidnapping ( guy gardener x f!reader )
day three : threesome ( clark kent x f!reader x bruce wayne )
day four : overstimulation ( barry allen x f!reader )
day five : voyeurism ( poison ivy x m!reader )day six : intoxication ( harvey dent x f!reader )
day seven : bloodplay (slade wilson x m!reader )
day eight : webcam ( bruce wayne x m!reader )
day nine : shibari ( diana prince x m!reader )day ten : cnc ( eobard thawne x m!reader )
day eleven : somnophilia ( dick grayson x m!reader )
day twelve : kneeling ( arthur curry x f!reader )
day thirteen : dom bottom/sub top ( clark kent x f!reader )
day fourteen : choking/gagging * floyd lawton ( incomplete )
day fifteen : object insertion ( hal jordan x f!reader )
day sixteen : remote control ( terry mcginnis x f!reader )
day seventeen : service kink ( incomplete )
day eighteen : dom/sub ( slade wilson x m!reader )
day nineteen : sensory deprivation ( roman sionis x f!reader )
day twenty : mirror sex ( hal jordan x f!reader )
day twenty-one : rimming * dick grayson , m!reader ( incomplete )
day twenty-two : gunplay ( jason todd x f!reader )
day twenty-three : car sex ( wally west x f!reader )
day twenty-four : choking/gagging ( floyd lawton x m!reader )
day twenty-five : double penetration ( wally west x f!reader x roy harper )
day twenty-six : lingerie * barry allen ( incomplete )
day twenty-seven : gangbang * the justice league ( incomplete )
day twenty-eight : first time * tim drake ( incomplete )
day twenty-nine : uniform kink * kyle rayner ( incomplete )
day thirty : shotgunning * eobard thawne , f!reader ( incomplete )
day thirty-one : exhibitionism ( incomplete )
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DICK GRAYSON, WALLY WEST, ROY HARPER, SLADE WILSON, EOBARD THAWNE, AND HAL JORDAN CAN NO LONGER BE REQUESTED .
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includes: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Hal Jordan, Wally West & Roy Harper
summary: when your boyfriend gets exposed to something on patrol, you're the only one who can help him
cw: 1k/part, fem! reader, sex pollen, dubcon, established relationships, unprotected sex, overstimulation, fingering, creampie, bondage, face fucking, breeding, yearning, whiny men, cum swallowing, masturbation, irresponsible use of superpowers, switch! Reader + switch! Boys, biting, riding, lmk if i missed anything
froggi yaps -> ive been hiding this in my drafts for weeks bcs im nervous people are gonna hate me for this >.< but oh well...had to delete clark & barry's parts cause after rewriting them a bajillion times, they just didn't fit </3 ty to my bestest buddy for holding me accountable LOL enjoy!
Dick Grayson:
Dick is home early, which can only mean two things: patrol went exceptionally well, or patrol when incredibly poor.Â
Judging by the faraway look in his eyes, youâre thinking the latter. Heâs hardly through the door when heâs ripping off his mask and carding his fingers through his hair.
âHey,â you greet him from the couch. âEverything okay?â
He nods, but the tension in his jaw and shoulders tells you everything you need to know: heâs lying. A frown falls over your face. Classic Dick.
You force yourself to your feet, the sleep youâve been staving off all night leaving your body at the sight of your disheveled boyfriend. The minute you step towards him, heâs sucking in a breath, tugging at the collar of his costume to get some airflowing.
âPatrol went perfectly fine then?â
He dodges you, slipping into the kitchen before you can approach him any further. âI wouldnât say that,â he admits. âBut itâs okay. Donât you worry your pretty head about it.â
You watch as he fills an entire glass of water and chugs the whole thing, water soaking the outsides of his mouth. It drips down his chin, down the more prominent than usual veins on his neck.Â
He wipes it lazily on the back of his hand and flashes you a smile when he sees you staring. âItâs rude to stare, you know.â
âHard not to when youâre putting on such a good show.â
His joking demeanour disappearsâonly for a momentâreplaced by pain-stricken eyes and clenched fists. His cheeks flush, his eyes fluttering shut while he takes what appears to be a strained breath.
âOkay, what arenât you telling me?â
You expect him to brush you off, the usual lies about his time spent as Nightwing that will surely be contradicted in a news report later this week. Yet, Dick surprises you.
âI got dosed with something, but you donât need toââ He trails off, freezing in his tracks at the way your lips purse and eyes flood with concern for him. âFuck, baby donât look at me like that.â
Itâs the shift in his voice that you notice first. The carefully threaded restraint heâd been using up until now has disappeared, replaced instead with a hoarseness youâve only ever heard from Nightwing.
Youâre rushing to his side, then. Your hands grasp at his shoulders, trail down his biceps, rest over his forearms. You look up at him, blinking slowly while you closelyâmaybe too closelyâexamine him.Â
âDosed with what?â
Having you so close is like torture to him, the breath stilling in his body. He canât help but wrap his arms around you, shoving your face into his chest so you donât have to see the downright predatory look on his face right now.
âDonât worry about it.â
A sigh blows past your lips, both hands bracing against his abs to shove yourself away from him. âStop sayingâŠâ
You trail off, eyes focused on the bulge pressing into the fabric of his costume. And suddenly you feel silly for missing all of the cues, for not realizing youâve been accidentally torturing him this entire time.
âDonât worry.â
He says it at the same time you say, âlet me help.â
He blinks, blue eyes swallowed by the darkness of his pupils. His hand runs to your jaw, tracing the skin with the tips of his fingers. âWe really shouldnâtâŠâ
âNow is not the time to get modest, Grayson.â
He scoffs at your use of his last name. You keep your eyes locked on his while you slowly fall to your knees, resting your head against the side of his thigh. He gets the message, stripping out of the restraining fabric of his costume, leaving him in just his underwear.
His underwear are wet, every inch of his skin flooded with boiling warmth. You palm at him through the fabric, Dick sucking in a breath and clenching the edge of the counter. Nowâs not the time to tease him, you realize, and waste no time stripping him completely.
The minute the cold air hits his aching cock, Dick gasps. The cold air offers the sweet relief heâs been craving, only to be immediately swallowed up by the warmth of your mouth. His eyes stay on you the entire time, his mouth falling open with pleasure.
You bob your head up and down, hollowing your cheeks and sucking like your life depends on it. The taste of him floods your mouth, all salty pre and the bodywash heâd used before patrol, and something new and sweet you donât quite recognize.Â
Dick presses a hand on the back of your head, shoving you down on his length until you gag. Your eyes tear up, lashes wet with the strain, and the sight alone has Dick whining.
His tip reaches the back of your throat and then his hips are stuttering, bodies shaking as his orgasm rips through him. Hot ropes of cum run down your throat, coat your mouth, rest against your tongue.Â
You donât even think before you swallow, sticking out your tongue after to show him. His face is entirely flushed now, sweat sticking to every inch of his skin, muscles shaking with restraint.
âGet up,â he says and it leaves no room for argument.Â
The second youâre on your feet, heâs pulling you into a dizzying kiss, his tongue dipping into your mouth. His hands roam your body, his still hard cock poking you where he presses against your body.Â
And then heâs stripping you of your clothes and bending you over the counter to fuck you silly.
-
Itâs four rounds before Dick is able to regain his composure, pulling his sweat-slicked body away from you.Â
In the chaos, heâs moved the two of you to the couch, with you splayed out on your back. Your legs shake, your head spins, spots cloud your vision. Your pussy hurts from the beating you just took, splotches of his cum drying on your thighs, your stomach, your chest.
âIâm gonna be so tired tomorrow,â you mumble, wiping a hand across your forehead.
Dick kisses at your cheeks, eyes sweeping down your ravished body. Youâre just as sweaty as he is, your skin feverish from the aftermath of your orgasms. Teeth marks linger on your thighs, your neckâanywhere Dick could access, apparently. His fingers idly trace the outline of his teeth on your skin while he frowns.
âIâll take care of you.â Itâs a promise. âSince you always take such good care of me.â
Jason Todd:
The last thing youâre expecting when you come home is Jason Todd naked and jerking off in your bed, but here he is.
When you first opened the door, back from your midnight gas station snack run, youâd expected at least a couple more hours alone. Jason wasnât due to be home until at least five in the morning, so when you heard the distinct squeaks of your bedframe, your first thought was intruder.
And then you heard him moaning your name and all of the fear went out the window, replaced with confusion.
Thatâs how you got here, staring at him from the doorframe, listening to the sticky sounds of him fisting his cock and whining your name. You knock softly, âshirking your duties tonight, Red?â
He looks up at you, not even bothering to stop touching himself. âNeeded a quick break,â he groans.Â
Heâs stripped out of his helmet and pants but the dark compression shirt he usually sports with his costume remains glued to his abs. Heâs soaked in sweat, his cheeks are flushedâJesus, how long has he been at this?â
You laugh incredulously. âAnd how long is this break going to last?â
âWoulda been quicker but I came home to find my girlfriend abandoned me,â he looks at you seriously, âwhere were you?â
Your heart speeds up. Itâs already strange for him to ditch his pursuit of crime, but for his tone to shift so drastically, for him to be staring at you like you did something wrong? Somethingâs off.
You shuffle your way into the room, hovering hesitantly just beside the bed. You canât help but watch as he jerks himself off. You risk a glance, meeting his eyes only to notice that dark look behind them.
âAre you high?â
He stops, hand lazily resting on his cock. âAre you serious?â
You nod.
âNot on drugs.â At the incredulous look on your face, he sighs, âran into Ivy tonight.â
Thatâs all he has to say for you to connect the dots. His flushed skin, the way heâs grabbing himself, the downright needy tone of his voice. It all makes sense.
âJayâŠâ You find yourself climbing into bed next to him, keeping a respectful distance, âare you okay?â
He clenches his cock. âIâm working on it.â
âDo you need anything?â
âYou,â he admits. âI needed you but you werenât hereâmaybe thatâs for the best.â
You rest a hand on his shoulder and he gasps, squeezing his eyes shut. Even through the fabric of his shirt, you can feel the warmth of his skin.Â
âDo you still need me?â
He groans and furiously nods his head. You brace a hand on his thigh and you swear goosebumps raise across his skin. Your fingers wrap around the ones he keeps on his cock, taking over the motion for him.
Your other hand dips beneath your waistband, stroking at your clit. Youâre already wet from the sight of him naked, from the way heâs been talking. You rub him in sync with yourself, your fingers wrapped tight around his cock.
Jason finally lets himself relax into the mattress, head rolling back while you work on him. You spit, giving yourself some lube to help with the friction and coat his cock. You dip a finger into your pussy, trying to work yourself open for whatâs to come.
When you feel good and ready, youâre lazily tugging your pants down to your ankles and straddling his waist. The tip of his cock brushes between your folds, collecting your slick.
You press one hand against his chest, the other one dipping between your legs to align his tip with your entrance. The minute it slips inside of you, you whine. Itâs big and heâs so hard and itâs such a stretch but God, it feels so good.
Jason whines, too. His eyes are still clenched shut, his hands finding their way to your waist to help brace you on his length. You start off slow, trying to get yourself in the rhythm of it before speeding up.
Itâs not fast enough for Jason, though, not hard enough. He slams you down on his cock, his tip brushing your cervix. The two of you thrust together, his hips snapping up to meet yours before you can even bring them back down.
All of his movementsâfrom his hands to his hipsâare punctuated with pulsing need, lurid sounds leaving his lips. Itâs a rare occasion you can hear him whine like this, a rare occasion heâs so brazen with his need for you, but you love it.
Your thighs slam against his hard enough that the sounds echo through the room, his cock inside of you bullying its way through your walls. And then heâs twitching, thighs shaking.
He pushes you all the way down, holding you against him while he finishes deep inside of you. You squirm, squishing a hand into your stomach as if you could feel him from the outside.
Jasonâs left gasping, sweaty and still rock hard. He thrusts up into you lazily, eyes flicking open to meet yours, âneed more. You can take more, yeah? For me?â
Your walls clench around him and you nod. His cock has his cum sloshing around inside of you, pushing it deeper with every needy thrust. His eyes are completely darkened with pleasure, his fingers digging into your skin so harshly itâs going to bruise.
-
Itâs a long night for you, ending with you collapsed on Jasonâs chest, his cum pouring out of you. Heâs panting beneath you but still manages to draw slow circles on your back, your feverish skin twitching beneath his touch.
Every inch of you is sore, the muscles in your thighs aching from having them parted for so long. Your pussy hurts, too. From the stretch or the friction or the absolute beating you just took, youâre not sure.
Jason plants a kiss against your temple. âI need water,â he cups your jaw, tilting up your head to look at him, âyou need anything?â
âWater sounds good.â
He nods and then heâs shifting your body away, which isnât easy given the way youâre clinging to him. Your skin sticks to his from where youâve been laying and even after he gets out of the bed, even though youâre utterly exhausted and fucked out, you still ache for him.
It feels like forever until heâs coming back with water and settling back onto the mattress next to you. Automatically, your body slots into his, your head resting on his chest.
âSo what did you do to piss off Poison Ivy so bad?â
He laughs, âfuck if I know. All I know is Iâve hit my pussy quota for the week.â
âOh?â You risk a glance at him, âdoes that mean Iâm off the hook?â
He kisses you. âNot a chance, doll.â
Tim Drake:
You wake up to Tim kissing the side of your neck, his wet hair tickling your skin. You scrunch up your nose, trying to squirm out of his grasp but his arms are locked tightly around you.
âTim,â you whine.Â
Itâs not uncommon for him to wake you up like this. In the ungodly hours, when heâs finally stripped out of his suit and finished up whatever it is heâs been up to, he always seeks you out.Â
He climbs beneath your sheets, his hair still wet from his shower. He feels your skin on his, basks in the heat of your body, traces shapes up your body. Itâs more than a routineâitâs a ritual.
You can feel somethingâs off before you finish opening your eyes. His breaths are faster, shallower. His hair lacks the distinct smell of his shampooâinstead, itâs matted with sweat.Â
âTim.â You finally open your eyes, blinking groggily at your boyfriend. âYouâre being needy.â
He looks up at you through his lashes, shadows cast across his skin from the moonlight streaming through the window. His eyes are half-lidded, the steely blue of his irises almost entirely drowned out.
âNot my fault,â he rasps, grinding his hips against your thigh. âJust need you.â
You prop yourself up on your elbows, pushing away his sweaty hair from his forehead. You wince at the sight of a pretty sizable wound in the corner of his forehead, dried blood crusted to his skin. Your blood runs cold.
âDid something happen?â
He grinds against you again, the hard length of his cock teasing your side. âNothing important.â
He trails a hand down the length of your pyjama pants, stopping at your knee and dipping his hand into your inner thigh. You gasp, a hot trail of lighting running up your spine. Swallowing, you part your knees, watching with bated breath as his travels higher and higher.
Your open knee falls right between his own legs. A whimper slips past his lips, his hips grinding into you harder. You swear you can feel a new wetness from where he touches you.
His fingers ghost over your heat, staying just shy of where you really need him, before he shoves his hand into your waistband. On a normal night, he might be more gentle, more patient. Tonight is not a normal night.
His lips find their way to your neck again, teeth nipping at your skin. His hand travels downward simultaneously, slipping past your panties and to the wetness of your core. You gasp, eyes falling shut.
He dips his fingers into your heat, coating them in your slick while he rubs at your clit. A new heat grows in your stomach, radiating through you, seeping into every pore.
He slips a finger inside of you, sliding it up to the hilt in a matter of seconds. You bite your lip, trying to keep quiet in the dead of night.
He curls his finger inside of you, grumbling at the way your walls clench around him. âFuck.â
You open your eyes at that. âTimââ You clear your throat. âTim, are you sure everythingâs okay?â
He thrusts his hips slowly in time with the finger inside of you, rutting against you like a man starved. His teeth sink further into your neck, eliciting a moan from you.
âI needâfuck, I need you.â His eyes meet yours, pure desperation behind them. âI need to have you. Please let me have you.â
A small shake of your head is all he needs, tugging your pyjama pants down to your knees and climbing on top of you. His own pants follow suit, his hard cock springing free. It looks painfully hard, the tip wet and glistening in the moonlight.Â
He pushes your legs apartâa little aggressivelyâand settles between them. He lays over you, one hand keeping himself up and the other guiding his cock to your needy entrance. You gasp when the tip slips inside of you, your walls stretching to accommodate him.
Tim lets his weight fall on top of you, his chest pressed against yours, his head nuzzled into your neck. His thrusts are fast, hard and desperateâeach one punctuated with a plea and the sound of his skin on yours. Your hands trail up the nape of his neck, tangling in his sweat soaked hair.
His hips roll into yours, his cock barely moving out of you before he shoves it back in. His breathing is laboured, panting in your ear while he fucks the life out of you.Â
âFeels so good.â He gasps. âS-so good. Fuck, I need more.â
Tim fucks you like a man starved. Every thrust, every slam of his hips into yours has your eyes rolling back in your head, that pressure inside of you building. Itâs too much and not enoughâeverything you needed and everything you didnât.
You tug hard on his hair, bringing his face to yours and slamming your lips against his. You come undone, throwing yourself into the kiss, all of your muscles locking up. He tastes sickly sweetâso strange, so unlike him.
Tim fucks you through your orgasm, and even after you come to, he keeps going. Sweat drips from his temples, his face flushed all the way down to his neck. His hips stutter, and then heâs pushing himself deeper, burying himself deep while he finishes inside of you.
Even after he comes, he keeps going, fucking it further inside of you.
-
Itâs hours later before Tim finally lets up. Every inch of his skin is flushed and feverish and coated in sweat, his muscles shaking from exhaustion. Despite all that, heâs still better off than you.
Youâre half-conscious, panting for breath that wonât come. Your legs shake, your limbs long since numbed. Timâs cum drips out of you, staining the skin of your thighs and the silk of your sheets. You feel so full of him that it hurts, your pussy aching from the friction of the night.
He finally rolls off of you, his heart rate having finally returned to normal. âYou doing okay?â
You offer him a weak thumbs up, your throat dry and sore from both dehydration and exertion. He wipes the sweat off of your forehead, pressing a chaste kiss to your overly warm skin.Â
âIâm gonna grab you some water.â He forces himself to his feet despite his aching muscles, âthen we can sleep, okay?â
You nod slowly, already starting to drift off when he leaves the room.
Wally West:
Youâre just waking up to get water when youâre caught in a blur of blue lightning.Â
You were in the kitchen, fingers outstretched to the cabinet, oversized tee riding up over your bare thighs, when the door clicked open. You didnât even have time to react before his arms were around you and you were being sped away to the bedroom.
Wallyâs arms stay around you, one hand on the back of your head to keep you pressed into his chest. His breaths are heavy, the hammering of his heart beating in your ears.
Still in a sleepy daze, you let yourself fall against him, embracing his touch. âHiya,â you murmur.
âHey, doll.â His voice comes out as a rasp, all breathy and uneven. âWhatâre you awake for?â
You try to pull away so you can meet his eyes while he speaks but his grip tightens. You blink, âwas grabbing water. Are youâis everything okay? Youâre home early.â
He rests his chin on the top of your head, trailing his other hand down your back and into the arch of your spine. He rubs up and down, gentle pressures trying to keep himself grounded.
You grab at his hips, fingers tracing the bones that jut out through his costume. âHey, itâs okay. Iâm not going anywhere.â
Heâs hesitant to let you go, loosening his hold on you little by little. You let yourself step backâonly a few inches, but to Wally, it may as well feel like a multiverse awayâand finally get a good look at him.
Heâs pulled his cowl off, showing off his flushed cheeks and sweaty temples. His pupils are blown, almost swallowing the green entirely. His sights are fixed on you, eyes burning you where they land on your skin.
âWhatâs wrong?â
He takes a breath, âshould be outta my system soon.â
âWhat should be?â
As if he canât help himself, heâs gripping your hips and pulling you back into him. âGot dosed with something,â heâs quiet, words almost too quick for you to catch. âTried to run it off butââ
He slams your body into his, ducking his head into the crook of your shoulder so he can whisper into your ear. âI need you.â
A shiver crawls up your spine. Oh. You grab at his forearms, looking up at him through your lashes. âYou need me, hm?â
He nods, desperation written across his features. His hands dip away from your hips, hiking up your shirt and rubbing on your bare thighs.
âPlease.â
And how could you resist when heâs whining, pleading, begging for you to help him? The microsecond you nod your head, heâs walking you back onto the bed and laying you down against the sleep-ruffled sheets.
His head falls against your neck, hands tugging needily at the collar of your shirt. His lips brush over your collarbone, over the side of your neck, planting wet kisses across your skin.
His hips roll over one of your thighs and itâs now that you feel the hardness in his pants through the fabric of his suit. He grinds against you and cries out into your neck like just touching you has him close to finishing.
You stroke the top of his head, tugging at the unruly mess of red. A gasp leaves him, the air cold against the warmth heâs left across your skin. His hips rock into you, bulge digging into you in a way that has him whimpering against you.
âN-need more.â He gasps, âneed to be closer.â
And then heâs shedding the suit, not even bothering to kick it off the bed before his underwear follows. He props himself up on his knees, squeezing his cock in anticipation.
Wally doesnât even bother to take off your underwear. Your legs are folded into your chest, Wally inserting himself between them. He tugs your panties to the side, slipping his cock into your wetness.Â
The two of you sigh in sync as Wally pushes himself further inside. Heâs rougher tonight, faster, wasting no time bottoming out. The sudden stretch stings a little, sure to leave your insides aching tomorrow, but you donât mind.
Anything to make him feel better.
His thrusts are sloppy and quick and punctuated with whines. His face is pressed into your chest, inhaling the scent of your shirt like a drug. Youâre soft and youâre warm and you smell fucking divine and Wally cannot get enough.
Your thighs shake from the way heâs holding them into your chest, an ache building in your tummy with every thrust. You dig your nails into his shoulders, raking them down his back.Â
Wally finishes quicker than usual, every cell in his body vibrating against you. He gasps, choked whines slipping from his lips. You grab onto his biceps in an attempt to ground him, keep him from slipping through your fingers.
It takes almost a minute for him to stop buzzing. Sweat slicks his brow bone, soaks into his hairline, glistens across every muscle.
âHowâre you feeling, baby?â
His hips roll into yours once more, cock brushing your cervix. âN-need more. Pleaseâgod, please, doll, let me keep fucking you? Please?â
You kiss at his temple, âanything for you.â
-
Itâs incredibly lucky that Wallyâs metabolism has whatever he was drugged with out of his system within a couple hours. Itâs incredibly unlucky for you that he has the most insane stamina out of any man youâve ever been with.
When Wallyâs finally done, when the ache in his cock fades and the heat in his chest cools, youâre left entirely fucked out. Youâre sweaty and sore and exhausted, with cum dripping down your thighs and staining the sheets.
Wallyâs exhausted too, collapsing onto the mattress next to you. He plants kisses down your temple and across your cheek, âyouâre the best ever. You know that, right?â
âYouâre just saying that to get more pussy.â
He laughs. âIâm saying that because I love you.â
âEnough to get me water?â
Wally kisses you one last time before heâs on his feet, returning only seconds later with a glass of ice water. âAs you wish, princess.â
Hal Jordan:
Hal Jordan bursts through the door, tripping over his own feet on his way through the threshold. He gasps for air, his costume dissolves around him, leaving him in his street clothes.Â
Youâre on your feet in an instant, discarding your phone on the couch and rushing to his side. You manage to catch himâbarelyâand drape him over your shoulder.Â
He leans on you, tentatively, and allows you to guide him to the couch. Youâre gentle to roll him off of your shoulders and onto the soft cushions.Â
Crouching in front of him, you gently tap his flushed cheek. âHal, baby, look at me.â
His eyes are droopy and bloodshot, the brown darker than youâve ever seen it. Still, he manages to look up at you through his lashes.Â
âWhat happened out there?â
He swallows, shuddering beneath your gaze. âI got dosed.â
You scrunch up your face, rubbing your thumb over his feverish skin. His chest rises and falls rapidly, his pupils blown out.Â
âWith what?â You frown, âthe ring didnât protect you?â
âNot if Iââ He grunts, shifting uncomfortably in his jeans, the fabric suddenly too tight. âNot if I drank it willingly.â
Your eyes widen. No, no, noâhow could this happen? âDo you know what you were dosed with?â
His cheeks burn a brighter shade of redâa silent yes.Â
âWell, what was it?â
Hal tilts his head back, looking up at the ceiling and trying to catch his breath. Just the way youâre looking at him, the sound of your voice, is enough to have his blood rushing to his groin. Itâs torture.Â
âHal?â
He canât take it anymore. The heat, the pressure in his groin, the scent of your perfume. Itâs too much for him.
He snatches your hands from his face, pulling you into him so he can catch your lips in a hungry kiss. Itâs hot, the taste of whiskey, Coke and something unusually sweet lingering on his mouth.
Halâs a man starved, his teeth digging into your bottom lip, his tongue begging for access. You go to pull awayâwhether to catch your breath or get your bearings, youâre not sureâbut Halâs grip on your hands is ironclad.
âHal,â you mumble into his lips.
Either he doesnât hear you or doesnât care. He collects your wrists into one hand, keeping you captive with a fraction of his strength.Â
âHal.â
Finally, his grip loosens and youâre allowed to pull away, blinking at him with wide eyes. Heâs smiling, and it would almost be reassuring if it wasnât for the edginess behind his eyes, the desperation in his touch.
You rest your hands on his thighs, rubbing at the rough fabric of his blue jeans. âHow can I help you, baby?â
âI need you.â His voice is breathy, raspy. âPlease, sweetheartâplease let me have you.â
Itâs a rare occasion you can get Hal Jordan of all people to beg. Despite your concern, the clench of your heart just by looking at the state of him, you slowly nod your head.
He captures your hands in his grasp once more, a flash of green light wrapping around them. You watch as the light moulds, sculpts itself into something hard and realâand then youâre sitting in front of him in a pair of glowing green shackles.
Hal is eager to guide you down to your knees, your face perfectly aligned with the zipper of his jeans. You look up at him through your lashes, blinking in innocent anticipation.
On a better night, you would fall victim to his usual games. The teasing, the painfully slow way he strips, the way he doesnât let you touch him until heâs fully satisfied that you need it.Â
Tonight, heâs quick to strip out of his jeans and underwear. His cock springs free, the already-hard length slapping your face. You open your mouth, sticking out your tongue and letting him slap it onto your tastebuds.Â
His familiar taste floods your mouth, his cock pushing all the way to the back of your throat. You gasp, his tip brushing your gag reflex and ripping the breath from your body. You wrap your lips around his length, hollowing your cheeks.
You pause, closing your eyes and taking a breath through your nose. Hal pushes on the back of your head, driving himself past the back of your throat. You gag, tears flooding your eyes.Â
âS-so fucking good at this, baby.â He groans, âmouth feels like heaven.â
You struggle in your bindings for only a few seconds before he catches on and releases you, giving you some time to catch your breath.Â
You fall into an easy routine after that. Hal guides you up and down his length, whining about how nice it feels and how good youâre doing. Heat rushes to your pussy with every moment you spend with your mouth around his cock, your panties soaking in anticipation.
Hal pulls you off his cock before he can finish, grabbing you by your shackles and hauling you up to your feet. He manhandles you onto the couch, a hand rubbing at the crotch of your pants.
âAlways get so wet from sucking me off,â he groans. Thereâs a rip and suddenly the cool air is hitting your bare pussy. âSo hungry for cock.â
âH-hal!â
Before you can berate him about your ruined pants and underwear, his fingers find their way between your folds, rubbing at your clit. You bite down on the front of your shirt, only managing to muffle half the desperate sounds that leave your lips.
When heâs satisfied youâre ready, heâs pushing himself inside you, greedily bottoming out before you can adjust. You squirm in your restraints, Halâs hand on the small of your back keeping you down against the couch.
He pulls all the way out, slamming his hips back into yours in a way that has your knees shaking. He bullies his cock inside of you repeatedly, pushing you further and further into the couch with each harsh thrust.
âF-fuck,â his hips stutter. âNeed to be deeper, fuck.â
Hal does his best to last but with the heat washing over him, itâs hard. Heâs insatiable but overstimulated, needy but never satisfied. He needs you, he needs more, but if he goes any harder, he is going to break you.
Halâs cock twitches inside of you, heat flooding your walls. You gasp, your body spasming as you finish with him. The clenching of your walls milks his cock, pulling every drop out of his needy length.
-
By the end of the night, youâre tied spreadeagle to his bedframe, green restraints bind you with barely-maintained willpower.Â
When Hal finishes for the fifth time, youâre utterly exhausted. The smell of sex is heavy in the air, all of your senses numbed from the way youâve just been ravished.
Hal pulls his face away from your chest, his eyes soft, that light having finally returned. He plants a gentle kiss to your temple, âthank you, sweetheart.â
âJustââ You raise a shaking hand to your forehead and offer him a lazy salute, âjust doing my part, sir.â
He laughs at that. âI think youâve done your part for the entire year, if Iâm being honest.â
âDoes that mean no more sex for a year?â
âW-what?â His eyes practically bulge out of his head, âthatâs notâI didnât meanââ
You fall into a fit of weak giggles, letting your eyes flutter shut. Hal brushes the sweat and hair from your face, kissing your lips to interrupt your laughter.
âI love you.â
You tangle a strand of his hair around your finger, âI love you too.â
Roy Harper:
Royâs naked when you come home. Abs coated in sweat, hair disheveled, thighs shaking and hand lazily fisting his cock.
Your shopping bags hit the floor, startling the naked man on your couch. His eyes flick up, meeting yours and suddenly youâre feeling shy.
Thereâs a harsh bruise on his chest, radiating down to his ribs in streaks of ugly purple and yellow. Your face draws into a frown and without thinking, youâre rushing to his side.
âWhat happened?â You settle yourself right next to him on the couch, fingertips tracing the length of his chest.
He shivers, gritting his teeth. âNothing out of the ordinary.â
You lean in, gently kissing your way down the span of his bruise. You donât notice the way he shifts uncomfortably next to you, the way every muscle in his body is clenched in barely-withheld lust.
Your lips brush dangerously close to his hip bone and suddenly heâs grabbing your hair, harshly tugging your face up to meet his.Â
Sweat glistens his temples, his jaw clenched. Slowly, he lets you go, but his eyes are fixed on you in a way that says âdonât you fucking move.â
âAre you okay?â You breathe.
Only inches away from him, the scent of smoke and sweat fill your nostrils, something sickly sweet burning behind it. He tugs at his own hair but the pressure does nothing to relieve the heat burning beneath his skin.
His mask starts to slip with you so close, his composure melting away. He shakes his head, slowly, subtly, and the way your lips purse in concern has him whining.
Between the three rounds heâd gone before youâd gotten home, and the heat pulsing in his groin, itâs too much. He reaches for you, fingertips tentatively hanging in the air just above your jawline.
âWhat do you need, baby?â
âYou,â he confesses, and then his lips are on yours.
The kiss is needy and wet, every second you spend connected is pulsating in desire. His calloused fingers are rough on your skin, beckoning you closer, begging for your touch.
He twists the two of you around, slamming your back into the couch cushions. Heâs mumbling your name against your skin, trailing his hand down to the crotch of your jeans while he grinds himself into your thigh.Â
His fingers dip into your waistband, trailing further and further down. You part your legs on instinct, giving him better access to you. He groans into your neck, teeth grazing at the sensitive skin.
âSo needy,â you tease, and your words have him whining.Â
His thumb draws lazy circles around your clit while you tug at his hair, the strands as unruly as they are sweaty. On a normal day, Roy loves nothing more than having his hair pulled. But today? It has him shaking, his cock twitching in anticipation.
When youâve had enough of his fingers, youâre grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand away. Roy looks at you with utter devastation, eyes pleading silently for you to not stop.Â
You slip out from under him, shimmying out of your pants. Roy watches with his mouth wide open, eyes glistening. You push at his bare chest, laying him down on the couch and setting a knee on either side of him.
The minute you sink down on his cock, Royâs head is rolling back, a guttural cry leaving his lips. Sure, heâs already come three times, but the feeling of your walls clenching around him has him ready for a fourth.
You brace yourself against his chest, bouncing up and down on his cock, letting him split you open. Heâs an utter mess beneath you, whines and whimpers and the sound of skin on skin filling the room.
You lean into him, lips finding their way to his chest, kissing dark marks down his skin. Your teeth graze at his collarbone and itâs all too much for him, and then heâs bucking his hips into you so harshly it has the air leaving your chest.
âR-roy, babeââ
His hands grasp at your hips and without thinking, heâs rolling the two of you overâboth of you tumbling over the side of the couch. Youâre lucky the carpet is soft and that Roy still has the good sense to cover the back of your head.
He drives himself deeper inside of you, his head dipping into your chest to muffle his own lurid sounds. Itâs not long before heâs finishing again, hips stuttering against yours.
His warmth fills you but itâs not enough, his motions turning lazy but never stopping. Itâs not enough, itâs never enough, he can never get enough of you.
âRoyââ
âMore,â he gasps, âmore, I need more, I needââ
You silence him with a kiss. âShh, I know what you need, baby, itâs okay.â
-
Somehow, the two of you end up in the kitchen with you bent over the counter and Roy pounding into you.
By the time the two of you are done, youâre dehydrated and feverish with pleasure, your skin hot to the touch. It takes all the strength you have left to get back onto your feet and stretch your aching muscles.
Royâs almost equally as exhausted, the veins in his muscles bulging from the strain. âHow are youââ He clears his throat, âhow are you feeling?â
Your voice is almost as raspy as his when you answer with a simple, âgood.â
You stumble on your way to the sink to refill your water but Roy manages to catch you, bracing your body against his. He offers you a disapproving look, making you sit down on one of the stools youâd shoved aside during the hours thatâd preceded this.
His hands shake around the cup when he hands it to you, a testament to the strain heâs just put on himself.
âDo you,â you say between sips of water, âdo you want to talk about what happened? Before, I mean.â
He kisses the side of your head, âcan we take a nap first?â
You canât help but laugh at that.
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bsf!dick who calls you babe, sweetheart, angel, all the names he shouldnât, just to see you roll your eyes and try to hide your smile. âwhat?â he says with a grin. âyouâre blushing. does that mean you finally like me back?â
bsf!dick who always lets you steal his hoodies, even though he pretends to complain. you wear them in front of him just to hear him grumble, âthat was my favorite one,â while lowkey staring at your thighs the whole time.
bsf!dick who knows when youâre sad just by the way you text. shows up at your door with snacks, dumb jokes, and those eyes that make you want to cry even more. he holds you through it, arms snug around your waist, chin on your shoulder. âi got you,â he whispers. âalways.â
bsf!dick who gets weirdly jealous when you talk about other guys, but masks it by teasing. âhe made you laugh like that? sounds fake. tell him heâs gotta fight me first.â
bsf!dick whoâs way too comfortable sharing a bed with you. like, practically sleeps on top of you. face tucked into your neck. arm around your waist. wakes up groggy like, âmmph... âmorning, pretty.â
bsf!dick who definitely has a folder of pictures of you on his phone. all sweet. all accidental. all secretly adored. (he looks at them more than he should.)
bsf!dick whoâs always been touchy, but lately it feels... different. like the way he presses his palm to your lower back when he guides you through crowds. or how his fingers linger when he tucks your hair behind your ear.
bsf!dick who makes a joke one night, half-drunk on your couch, voice low as hell: âyou ever think about fucking me?â he laughs, but his eyes donât... you both go quiet.
bsf!dick who kisses you first. gently, hesitantly, almost reverentâbut once you kiss him back? once you moan against his mouth?
itâs over. heâs got you in his lap, hands exploring, breath hot, murmuring, âfuck, youâre mine now, right?â
bsf!dick who eats you out like heâs proving something. like heâs trying to ruin you for anyone else. grip bruising your thighs, eyes flicking up with that cocky, wet smile. âshouldâve done this sooner,â he pants. âwouldâve made you forget every loser before me.â
bsf!dick who whispers filth in your ear while heâs inside youâbut still manages to sound sweet. âyouâre so tight around me, baby. been wanting this for so long. my best girl, taking me so good.â
bsf!dick who loses his mind when you ride him. hands fisting your hips, head falling back, moaning your name like itâs a prayer. âjesus christâslow down, youâre gonna make meâfuck, just like thatââ
bsf!dick who cuddles you right after. no awkward silence. no regrets. just soft kisses to your shoulder, your spine, your cheek. âsooo⊠you wanna keep being best friends? or should we just say itâs official?â
bsf!dick who calls you babe, sweetheart, angel, all the names he shouldnât, just to see you roll your eyes and try to hide your smile. âwhat?â he says with a grin. âyouâre blushing. does that mean you finally like me back?â
bsf!dick who always lets you steal his hoodies, even though he pretends to complain. you wear them in front of him just to hear him grumble, âthat was my favorite one,â while lowkey staring at your thighs the whole time.
bsf!dick who knows when youâre sad just by the way you text. shows up at your door with snacks, dumb jokes, and those eyes that make you want to cry even more. he holds you through it, arms snug around your waist, chin on your shoulder. âi got you,â he whispers. âalways.â
bsf!dick who gets weirdly jealous when you talk about other guys, but masks it by teasing. âhe made you laugh like that? sounds fake. tell him heâs gotta fight me first.â
bsf!dick whoâs way too comfortable sharing a bed with you. like, practically sleeps on top of you. face tucked into your neck. arm around your waist. wakes up groggy like, âmmph... âmorning, pretty.â
bsf!dick who definitely has a folder of pictures of you on his phone. all sweet. all accidental. all secretly adored. (he looks at them more than he should.)
bsf!dick whoâs always been touchy, but lately it feels... different. like the way he presses his palm to your lower back when he guides you through crowds. or how his fingers linger when he tucks your hair behind your ear.
bsf!dick who makes a joke one night, half-drunk on your couch, voice low as hell: âyou ever think about fucking me?â he laughs, but his eyes donât... you both go quiet.
bsf!dick who kisses you first. gently, hesitantly, almost reverentâbut once you kiss him back? once you moan against his mouth?
itâs over. heâs got you in his lap, hands exploring, breath hot, murmuring, âfuck, youâre mine now, right?â
bsf!dick who eats you out like heâs proving something. like heâs trying to ruin you for anyone else. grip bruising your thighs, eyes flicking up with that cocky, wet smile. âshouldâve done this sooner,â he pants. âwouldâve made you forget every loser before me.â
bsf!dick who whispers filth in your ear while heâs inside youâbut still manages to sound sweet. âyouâre so tight around me, baby. been wanting this for so long. my best girl, taking me so good.â
bsf!dick who loses his mind when you ride him. hands fisting your hips, head falling back, moaning your name like itâs a prayer. âjesus christâslow down, youâre gonna make meâfuck, just like thatââ
bsf!dick who cuddles you right after. no awkward silence. no regrets. just soft kisses to your shoulder, your spine, your cheek. âsooo⊠you wanna keep being best friends? or should we just say itâs official?â
cw: lovey dovey dick, a little bit of jealousy, heâs obsessed with you and how good you look as a mom lol, heâs a little nasty in the bedroom but whatâs new, dick with salt and pepper hair YUMMMM
â lexy's notes: after that comic panel came out, i just HAD to write for him. i wanna eat him so bad â
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dilf!dick grayson that has made it his life's goal to have you and his kids with a constant smile on your faces. he knows that as the years have gone on, he's not as flexible or suave as he used to be. he has to be extra careful when on patrols. he's not just living for himself anymore, he has a wife to come home to and two kids that need their dad back safely at the end of the day. and the excited squeals leaving the toddlers paired with the relieved smile on your lips is enough motivation to keep him going through the particularly hard missions.
dilf!dick grayson that knew you were the one from the beginning. seeing how well you were with his family and how in tune you were with each other was the cherry on top. he's been late to dates due to vigilante problems, has come to your house in the middle of the night in need of patching up, has even called you at the early hours of the day just to rant about a bad argument he got into with bruce. you've truly seen him at his ups and downs and still manage to look at him as if heâs the only man to ever exist.
throughout your relationship heâs had to deal with girls hitting on him and men trying their chances with you. youâve been nothing but loyal to him and he knew he didnât have anything to worry about. but after having your two troublesome kids, itâs as if everyone has their eyes on you. college boys at the local bar drunkenly talking about how hot that milf in the corner is. dilf!dick grayson has to physically hold himself back after one in particular starts being extra vulgar. comments of âi bet she knows how to use her mouth perfectlyâ and âwould love to play daddy for her kids if that meant i got to see those tits everydayâ. he hasnât felt his skin crawl this much in years and you can definitely see the wheels turning in his head after you tried to calm his nerves with a âcâmon, honey. just ignore themâ. and he really was going to leave it alone until he could tell the guy's friends were encouraging him to come over. so dick does what he always does best. show off. he's gripping your hips with his large hands, one of them wandering down to the fat of your ass where he squeezes and swallows your small gasp with his mouth. he kisses with his whole body, and if this frat guy wasn't able to tell that he's the only "daddy" your kids need, than the hungry look in his eyes as he ravishes your mouth is enough to show him.
dilf!dick grayson that sometimes finds himself wondering what your lives would look like with another pair of feet running around. he knows it's only been a few years since your last pregnancy, but seeing the way you fit into the motherly role for your kids is enough to leave him throbbing in his pants. from the soothing voice you talk to them with in the early hours of the morning, and the stern scoldings you give when they refuse to listen. he can't lie, he's come clean to you more than once but seeing you in your element makes him wish he was the one you were yelling at instead.
and it's not like this is a one sided ordeal. seeing his lean body fill out throughout the years, his young face slowly turning softer, especially around the eyes. it's hard to not fall more and more for your husband as the time passes. time where he used to be embarrassed of the gray hair, now changed after he saw how utterly obsessed you've become with it. after a new shape up, whether he did it himself or he went to the barbershop, your hands are constantly on him. nails running up and down the undercut, the low lidded look you give him the minute the kids are put down for bed. it's hard for him to feel weary about his age when its so obvious the girl of his dreams is obsessed with it. there's some nights dilf!dick grayson has to physically tap out after the multiple orgasms you've brought him to. he's normally able to keep up, but these past few weeks you've been untamable with the way you jump his bones every two seconds. moans of "wanna carry y'r kids again" and "need you to cum inside, baby" are constantly filling the lustful atmosphere.
but there's one night in particular that dilf!dick grayson is actively matching your neediness. he's got you in such a nasty arch, he's hitting spots you didn't even know existed. you're so sensitive that the only thing stopping the noises from leaving your mouth are some of his thick fingers. pressing down onto your tongue, the gags that leave your mouth is enough to make him thrust even deeper. and when you manage to escape his fingers, your pleas go unheard and the only thing running through his mind is the look on your face when your close friend announced her pregnancy at a recent gathering. you were of course happy for her, but you couldn't help the small burst of jealousy after you've been asking dick for another baby. and you thought you were able to hide your emotions, but your sweet husband was always able to see through the fake smile you put on.
dilf!dick grayson that makes it his mission that night to give you what you really want. and he's making sure each load takes. he's got the pillow supporting your arch everytime your knees grow weak or you run from his thrust in overstimulation. his thumb rubbing your clit in the perfect rhythm. you're both sticky from the sweat and heat of each others bodies. the only thing your clouded mind can really comprehend is the kiss he leaves on your open mouth every few pushes. when you tap out for a quick break, he's pampering you with water, rubbing his rough hands up and down your back, even feeding you the praise you oh so crave. "you're doing so good, sweetheart", "bet you can't wait to be a mommy again, huh?" and if you don't end up with a positive test sometime within the next three weeks, he'll just have to try again and again until you both are satisfied.
dick grayson is under the influence of sex pollen, and itâs too late for an antitoxin. youâre his only recourse, and youâre willing to do whatever it takes to help him. poor youâyou had no idea what you were agreeing to.
contents: sex pollen (m), overstimulation, multiple creampie, manhandling, cockwarming
warnings: dubcon. dead dove do not eat
the first thing youâd felt when youâd walked into dick graysonâs apartment was panic. he was tangled in his bedsheets, sweaty and flushed, his pupils blown wide and his heart pounding against his chest faster than youâd ever felt it. heâd explainedâas best he could in his conditionâwhat had happened and, more importantly, what he needed from you.
youâd hesitated at first; âdick, I need to get you to a hospital.â but the look in his eyes was so desperate, so anguished, that you couldnât bear to watch him suffer. you werenât sure how you could help, so youâd given dick free reign toâŠwell, do what he needed to do.
you had no idea it would be this much.
youâre sprawled out on his bed, almost as sweaty and flustered as he is, your body limp and overworked under his as he ruts into you, moaning gutturally against your neck. your fingers are wound lazily in his black hair, and all you can manage are pathetic little whines each time his cock splits you open, your cunt overflowing with cum from the loads heâs pumped into you so far. there are tears leaking out of the corners of your eyesâpart pain, part ecstasy, part sheer exhaustionâas your legs squeeze dickâs sides weakly, your pussy tightening with the threat of another unwelcome orgasm.
dickâs hands roam your chest liberally, squeezing and grabbing at your breasts far more harshly than he means to; thereâs a small part of him thatâs aware of how hard heâs working you, how rough and careless heâs being, and he feels guilty. but, fuck, this is the first time since he got dosed with that pollen that he hasnât felt like heâs literally dying. your body is the only thing bringing him any relief, and the grip of your warm, wet cunt feels like heaven around his unrelenting cock.
you whimper as an excruciating orgasm squeezes its way out of you, screwing your eyes shut at the convulsions, and dick groans, feeling you pulse around him. âfuck, baby,â he rasps, lifting his head to meet your gaze. his eyes are glazed and bloodshot, blue irises almost invisible around his pupils. âI know,â he coos, âI know. âm sorry, honey. justâŠfeels so goodâshit!âperfect fuckinâ pussy, all for me.â his voice is raw and breathless, and you can tell heâs trying so hard to go easy on you. you shush him gently, brushing his hair away from his eyebrows in a motion that seems to say, itâs okay.
youâre too fucked-out to speak, and you have been for a while; knowing this, dick presses a deep kiss to your lips, moaning against you at the filthy squelching sounds emitting from your cunt as you push out more of his release. the muscles of his broad shoulders ripple as he lifts himself off you, tucking his hands under your lower back to raise your hips off the bed. you gasp at the new angle, clutching the bedsheets in an effort to ground yourself as he fucks you at a new depth.
his eyes are lidded and his brows are furrowed as he watches himself get swallowed whole by your sticky, swollen pussy. at this angle, he can see the mess heâs made inside you dripping out, and it makes his abs tighten. his fingers dig into your skin painfully, and youâre sure youâll bruise by morning, but you know he canât stop. dick lets out a raspy, low groan as another release builds in his belly, his eyes glued to your glazed slit as he pounds into you faster.
âfuck,â he strains, his voice desperate and rushed, watching your cunt smear his length with both your fluids. âfuck, think âm gonna cum again, babyâcan I?â he manages to look at you, his eyes wide and supplicant. âplease, sweetheartâgodâlet me cum in this pretty pussy one more time.â youâre lightheaded from the position heâs holding you in, and the relentless pleasure heâs inflicting on you, but youâre able to give him a faint nod, letting your eyes flutter shut. how can you say no to a face like his?
you shudder as another of dickâs orgasms pumps you full, keening at the sounds he makes as he unloads into you. heâs caught between whimpers and moans, his hands like vices on your hips while his cock stutters inside you. this release is different from the others; the heat that rushes over him feels intense, like a fever breaking, and once heâs done, dick feels the thrumming in his veinsâthat tightness that had him feeling suffocated all nightâfinally begin to lift. he stills inside you, letting your hips fall back onto the bed before collapsing on top of you.
your tired arms wrap around his neck, soothing him with gentle circles against his skin as he pants, fatigue descending on him like a freight train. he rolls off you with effort, aware his dense, muscular build is a little much for your body to handle in its current state, and nestles his head into the crook of your neck. his cock is still buried inside you, and his breathing is heavy; you can feel his heart beating against his skin, but itâs markedly less erratic than it has been all night.
youâre too spent to focus on the aches your body will surely remind you of come morning, but dickâs hoarse voice pulls you back into the land of the conscious. âI love you, baby,â he murmurs, his lips against your neck. you smile faintly, only half-aware of the sun rising outside his bedroom curtains. youâre not sure how much of what happened tonight was the pollen, and how much of it was your boyfriend, but those words are unmistakably and irrevocably his.
a/n: quite possibly the single most requested and long-awaited post Iâve ever written. itâs finally here. please...release me from the shackles of part 2 requests in my inbox
you were nervousâhe could tell. the way your fingers gripped the hem of his hoodie, the way your knees pressed together even lying under him. but your eyes didnât move from his, shining under the low lamplight.
âyouâre sure?â dick whispered, hovering over you, voiced with restraint. his hand cradled your cheek, calloused thumb brushing under your eye like he couldnât believe he was allowed to touch you like this.
you nodded, breath hitching, heart pounding beneath your ribs.
âiâm ready. i want it to be with you.â
he kissed you then, like he wanted to say thank you with his mouth. his body was warm over yours, skin pressed close. he pulled back just enough to watch you as he reached between your bodies, cock already hard and flushed red at the tip, pulsing in his hand as he lined it up against your entrance.
âjust breathe,â he murmured, settling between your thighs. âiâll go slow. you tell me if anything doesnât feel right, okay?â
your legs opened for him easily, but your cunt was still so tight, slick but untouched, fluttering just from the weight of him nudging at your folds.
you sucked in a breath as the thick head pushed against youâfirm, hot, parting you open inch by inch.
he groaned, voice cracking, âf-fuckâso tight alreadyââ
you whimpered, the stretch sharper than anything youâd expected. he stopped immediately.
âokay? talk to me, sweetheart.â
your hands clutched his arms, nails digging lightly into his skin. âhurts a little,â you whispered, âbut i want it. just⊠go slow.â
his cock throbbed in his grip as he nodded.
âyouâre doing perfect, baby. godâfuckâyouâre takinâ me so goodâŠâ
he eased in deeper, barely moving, the drag of him inside your walls slow and unbearable. your cunt stretched around him, tight and unfamiliar, clenching without meaning to. your mouth fell open at the pressure of it, tears pricking in the corners of your eyes from how much it was.
he kissed your forehead, then your cheek. âi know, i know, i got you⊠just let me in, nice and easyâŠâ
inch by inch, he filled you. his breaths were ragged now, muscles trembling with how hard he was holding back.
and finallyâfinallyâhe bottomed out.
you gasped, legs twitching. you felt full in a way you didnât have words for, like he was too deep, too thick, and yet you didnât want him to move. you just wanted to feel it.
âthere you go,â he whispered, so soft it nearly broke you. âthatâs it. iâm all the way in now, baby. you did it.â
you blinked up at him, tears trailing hot down your temple.
âyou okay?â he asked again, gentle but needy nowâhis cock twitching inside you, body tense, fighting not to move.
âyeah,â you breathed, dazed. âjust⊠donât move yet. i need to get used to it.â
he nodded, forehead pressed to yours. âyou feel so good. i donât ever wanna pull out.â
your walls clenched around him, and he groaned low in your ear. you stayed like that for a long moment. his cock buried to the hilt, your bodies flush, his hand cradling the back of your head, your fingers tangled in his hair.
then you whispered, barely audible: ââŠokay. i want more.â
and when he started to moveâslow, careful, shallow thrusts that made your breath hitch and your legs shakeâyou realized you were already halfway in love with how good he made it feel.
So I woke up this morning and received a review on a fanfic of mine. At first, I was confused because I had no idea what they were talking aboutâuntil I looked it up.
I wasn't planning to say anything, but I don't like being accused unfairly. Listen, I don't know you, and you donât know me. Don't leave comments like this on someone else's work, especially when they're false. Iâve been a fanfic writer since my teenage years. It been a little over a decade now, yet I still write. Honestly, it's gotten a little more challenging to write compared to when I was younger, but I still find love and joy in sharing my creations with the world. Fanfiction is a way to express yourself, but if you keep throwing hate and accusations, fanfics might disappear, and people will stop writing. I know many people dislike genderbends, but if you donât like something, just donât read itâas the old saying goes. Since I've always been a genderbend author, itâs my way of expressing myself and my love for certain fandoms. Iâve never spoken out against anything; fanfics should be creative, free, and a way for readers to explore different perspectives. But most importantly, it should be funâa way to connect with others who share your interests. I see fanfics as countless parallel worlds to canon because one can never rewrite it. It's canon for a reason, but that doesn't mean you can't show your own perspective. If I did something to offend you, I apologize to you and the community, as my art was never meant to harm anyone.
Iâm actually so obsessed with the way you write the boys likeđ«¶đŸđ«¶đŸđ«¶đŸđ«¶đŸ
why thank you anon this made me smile
and because im nice (school hasn't started yet)
Masterlist
911 Texting the Batboys
Dick Grayson
Exactly one minute after you send him the text, the living room window shatters into a million pieces across the floor. Nightwing calls your name, voice raw with concern, before surveying the state of your apartment.
"Oh," you say quietly by the kitchen, staring at the broken pieces of glass across the floor and then at your boyfriend who stares at you, chest heaving as he looks at you, confused.
"You're not hurt?"
"Wellâ Iâ the pan caught fire. I put it out though. I'm not burnt, I promise."
He looks at you doubtfully, storming over before pulling you into a tight embrace. "You scared me."
"I'm sorry," you whisper.
"Don't be. It's okay. Don't be scared to text me if you're in any trouble. Promise you'll let me know if you're in danger?"
"I promise."
"Good," he mutters, though more as a reassurance for himself, resting his head on yours and breathing deeply.
"You can let me go now," you point out gently.
"Two more minutes."
Jason Todd
When your boyfriend takes longer to show up than expected, you start to get confused. And coldâ it's the middle of winter and your hoodie was stolen while you were out with your friends.
And that wouldn't be a problem if you're car wasn't starting either.
The familiar roar of a motorcycle engine catches your attention, dark shape speeding down the street towards you. It skids to a stop, the tires screeching in order to slow.
"Hey," you say with a wave and a smile. "Car broke down andâ"
Red Hood rushes off his motorbike, carefully grabbing you to look you over in the empty street. When he finds nothing, he sighs. "Thought you'd been kidnapped. Couldn't find you at your apartment."
Without waiting for your reply, he shrugs his brown leather jacket off his shoulders and places it around yours, helping you put your arms into the sleeves despite you protesting that you can do it yourself.
"Let's get you home," he says gruffly, aching to hold you in his embrace when no one can see. "I'll call in a favour to get your car fixed."
Tim Drake
You don't think you'd ever been more embarrassed in your life when you realised you forgot your phone, which has your card in the case, at home.
Tim rushes into the store, having tracked your location immediately and driving well over the speed limit, still in his pristine CEO outfit.
"What's wrong? Is someone bothering you?" his eyes dart around the store, taking everyone's face and putting it to memory.
"No... I forgot my phone and card. And I have a full cart of groceries. Tim, I can't put this all back, that's weird."
"Why didn't you ask me to pay before?"
"Iâ hmm. I'll do that next time."
You lead him to the counter were the high school aged cashier gapes at the richest man in Gotham who pays for the food without even glancing at the price.
Damian Wayne
When you texted 911 to your boyfriend, you certainly weren't expecting this. Somehow, in the five minutes of the text being sent, he managed to gather ten League of Assassins members that now stand in your suddenly very cramped apartment, sharp katanas at their side.
"Are you alright?" Damian himself has two katanas, glinting in the terrible lights. "What's wrong?"
It seems so stupid now with ten assassins behind him. Maybe you shouldn't have texted after all. "Look, it's reallyâ"
"I don't care how little it is," he states, "You texted me for a reason."
"I... I thought I could hear someone talking and moving in the walls."
All eleven of them tense, exchanging glances. Damian gives them one sharp nod and the assassins begin locating any hollow spaces in the walls, tapping their knuckles and listening closely to the sounds.
"ÙŰŹŰŻŰȘ Ű°ÙÙ," one says after a few seconds.
"Don't worry about it habibi, we'll tear the building apart and find them," Damian assures you, pulling you into his arms.
By any chance would you consider writing fwb with feelings headcanons for the boys đ
Any chance? Any CHANCE?
Masterlist
Not Just Friends
Dick Grayson
His favourite thing in the entire world is to snuggle with you while watching movies together
He was so happy when you proposed the idea of friends with benefits but 'no feelings attached'
He wasn't happy with the last part though
Sometimes without warning he'll hold your jaw in his hand and run his thumb over your bottom lip
He realised he had feelings when you said you were talking to someone and planning to go on a date with them
Little did he know you had feelings for him too and you didn't want to go on the date with a stranger but with him. you cancelled the date thirty minutes before, unable to feel guilty
You ran to his door and confessed to him when he opened it and he probably fell in love with you then and there.
Jason Todd
Jason was the one to propose the friends with benefits agreement
and it bit him in the ass
He started getting feelings for you when you held him after he had a bad nightmare
subconsciously rubs your inner thigh whenever you're wearing shorts
The times you've let slip that some guy has been bothering you, you tell him 'it's fine, they won't do anything'
he beats them up anyway (as Red Hood, of course)
You told him you were going on a date with someone and he was dead silent
You came back to him after the date crying, telling him that the man was trying to kidnap you, probably for human trafficking
He held you in his arms all night while you cried and at one point he thinks he heard you say 'I just want to be with you'
He thinks he was hallucinating
Beats up the guy and goes after the human trafficking ring with the entire batfam. No dear, don't ask why he came home at four in the morning and of course the blood he's covered with isn't his love
Tim Drake
You were the one to propose the friends with benefits thing
At first Tim was on board but then he started (day)dreaming about your smile, the smoothness of your skin and the way your eyes sparkled when you looked at him
Coincidentally, that was also around the time where he started buying literally everything for you
Stole your card and gave you his because he kept finding out you were using it to pay for things, even just groceries
You protested at first but he told you that he was just looking out for you. it's really nothing out of his earnings anyway
Eventually he started getting impatient and bought you a ring, asking you to be his girlfriend
His smile when you said yes made your heart flutter just a little but you're too embarrassed to tell him that.
Damian Wayne
Like Jason, he was the one to ask for the arrangement after he caught himself staring. often. like, too often for it to be just a friendship
Even with all of his training, he failed to realise you were staring too (he's a little thick with relationship stuff. maybe you can help him with that)
Stands behind you like a silent shadow and is, in all honesty, terrifying for many (many) people to approach
Damian, like Tim, will try to take as much financial burdens out of your life that he can
He likes holding your hand in public, and other people pointing out how beautiful of a couple you two are is just an added bonus
You moved in with him because 'it's easier and safer to just live with him' and you agreed
At some point the two of you started to do couple things like washing each other's hair, attending galas together and things like that
You just straight up asked him if the two of you were dating now and he was like 'yes. there a problem?'
Howâd they react to you calling them bro or dude whilst in a pre-established relationshipâŠ(platonic/romantic)
Dick: heâs insulted.
Gutted.
He will try to give you the silent treatment for such a shameful thing but ultimately fails as he ends up being the one pawing at you for attention.
âDo you still like me? Or did you just run out of cute nicknames to call me?â Heâd say one night as your both cuddling in bed together. âIf itâs the later then I can help you find something, just please spare me and donât call me dude or bro anymore.â
Heâd rather you call him Richard-wait, no he hates that even more because to him youâre not meant to use his fully name, only cutesy nicknames thatâd make a grown man sick to his stomach. Nothing else would suffice other than Dickie bird, handsome, babe, hunk, honeybun or anything that wasnât his name.
Heâs go mad or would act delusional and say that everything was fine when everyone could tell that it wasnât. People who know him have personally came to you and begged you to stop calling him dude/bro because he kept talking their ears off about how his beloved partner is torturing him, which ends up torturing them even more upon hearing about his relationship issues.
Dick would even consult Hayley on what he did wrong, only for Hayley to look at him with those big, big eyes of hers. This was not her level of expertise unfortunately. (Head empty, no thoughts. She canât do her abcâs guys itâs a real tragedy.)
Jason: âI just had my tongue down your throat just now and you had to go and ruin the mood by calling me bro. What the fuck.â - Jason at some point.
Itâs a whole mood killer for him to be honest.
Heâs calling you things like chipmunk or sweetheart but here you were calling him dude and bro. He knows for a fact that heâs well and truly out of the friend zone because the shit youâve done together isnât platonic in any sort of way.
Thinks Roy had set you up to call him dude or bro behind his back. (He hasnât)
Jason is petty and will get his own back by referring you as âjust a really good friendâ, âbuddy oâ mineâ or even worse than both of those; âchum.â đ
When you go low, Jason was more then willing to go to the depths of fucking hell to the point it had become a game to see whoâd call out just how stupid this all was, and at the both of you for ever thinking that this was an excellent idea in the first place.
Youâll probs get punishedâŠIâm just going to leave it there and let your minds guess what that âpunishmentâ was exactly.
Damian:
As much as Damian hates it when you call him Dami, he hates it when you call him dude or bro even more, if thatâs even possible.
Damian hates it when you call him dude or bro. Heâs not your dude or bro, heâs your partner and he expects no less then darling, my heart or my beloved.
So you calling him dude or bro is more than enough reason for him to give you the silent treatment.
âUntil you learn that I am your partner, I wonât want to be anywhere near you if youâre going to keep calling me your bro or dude. It is a disservice to who I actually am to you.â He says with a huff and beckons Titus to follow, only for the Great Dane to be left confused as to why his human parents were at a disagreement over something silly.
Also Titus, Ace, Jerry, Alfred the cat, Goliath and BatCow are children of divorce because I said so.
So itâs bests that you apologise while you still can because Damian can hold a grudge unlike any other. Even if you didnât, youâd still crack first before Damian and quickly put an end to calling him dude/bro.
He just thinks being called a dude/bro when in a pre-established relationship is an insult.
He can take a joke but not when itâs aimed at his relationship. Heâs well and truly devoted to his relationship -if weâre to completely ignore the whole being Robin thing- that it might as well be an insult towards him too at this point.
husbands who blatantly check you out from behind and when they walk toward you, they give your ass the slap + squeeze combo before wrapping their arm around your waist and kissing your cheek as they tell you how pretty you are â€ïž
cw/ tw. fem!reader, mildly dubious consent, jealousy, unprotected sex, mentions of trying to get pregnant, cheating (but not with Gojo and reader), manipulation (kinda), obsessive behavior, breeding kink, reader's bf is an oc, pet names (ex. pretty girl, baby) | wc. 800+
an. mmk hear me out on this.
Toxic ex-husband!Gojo who doesnât take it well when you tell him you have a boyfriend after bumping into him in the grocery store parking lot. At least, you donât think he does. Itâs hard to tell, his expression inscrutable as ever behind his dark sunglasses.
âIs that so?â he finally says, and for some reason, it makes you nervous.Â
âYeahâŠheâs nice.â You rattle on about how you met your boyfriend, Rin, through a friend, how heâs an investment banker and takes you out to his cabin on the weekends, and wants kidsâ
He smiles, and you relax a little. âThatâs good. Iâm happy for you.â
But if you werenât so up in the air about bumping into your ex after several months of silenceâsince his mom invited you over for the holidaysâyouâd realize how dangerous that smile is.
Toxic ex-husband!Gojo who starts showing up in odd places after that.
First, itâs at your favorite coffee shop you usually stop at on your way to work. Itâs weird because you remember him hating coffee, loading it with creamer and sweetener just to get rid of the bitter taste. But you donât mention it when he offersâno, insists on paying for your coffee and blueberry streusel muffin.
He shrugs, smiling, after you tell him itâs expensiveâwhen has that ever bothered me?âand slides a shiny black card across the counter to the barista.
The second time is while youâre walking through the quaint park near your place, which you know is far from his sleek penthouse on 5th Avenueâa thirty-minute drive, at least.
âI bought a house out here. The one up on the hill,â he tells you.Â
You know which one heâs talking about. Youâve driven past it before, a cozy brick stone with lots of windows, a white picket fence, and a large backyard.
According to a real estate website, his house is a little over a million.Â
Interest must be written all over your face because he asks, âYou want to see it?â
Obviously, you shouldnât say yes.
âSure.â
Toxic ex-husband!Gojo who watches you take in the hardwood floors and tall ceilings trimmed with crown molding. When you stop in the massive kitchen, something youâve always wanted, he eyes you questioningly. âSo? What do you think?â
The smile you give him is genuine. âItâs beautiful.â
Gojo matches your smile with a bigger one, almost blinding. âThatâs good, thatâs good.â
Toxic ex-husband!Gojo who suggests dinnerâfriends can have dinner together, canât they?âwhich leads to two glasses of wine and then watching movies on his very soft couch. If you were more aware, you probably would have noticed the signs sooner, the house, that he avoids any conversation around Rin, that maybe heâs trying toâ
Toxic ex-husband!Gojo who presses you into the couch cushions, biting marks into your neck and chest until your breaths come out fast and high-pitched.
âWe shouldnât,â you manage to say, still tipsy and tongue heavy in your mouth from the wine you had.
He chuffs a laugh against your cheek, pressing a kiss there. âDoesnât this remind you of old times, though?â
âB-but I have a boyfriend.â
In retaliation, he sinks his teeth into the tender flesh around your fluttering pulse.Â
Toxic ex-husband!Gojo who bunches the lace of your panties in his fist, shoving them up around your knees, trapping your legs together against your chest. A long, drawn-out groan rumbles in his chest at the sight of the creamy mess between your thighs. âSuch a pretty wet pussy, fuck.â
Toxic ex-husband!Gojo who holds his hand up to your mouth, telling you to lick before he wraps it around his cock, pressing the tip into your slick cunt. And you forgot how big he is, just on the side of too much, the bit of effort it takes for him to sink in a little, and then all at once, rending you right down the middle.
âThere you go, pretty girl,â Gojo breathes, hips tight and close, grinding into you so that you can feel how deep he is. âI see you can still take it.â
Toxic ex-husband!Gojo who fucks you hard enough to send you skittering up the couch, only to pull you back down again. You whine into where your face is pressed against the back cushions, biting down to muffle how loud youâre being.
He tuts and forces you to look at him again with his fingers digging into your cheeks.
"What if I give you a little baby, huh? We'll be a family together. You, me, and our baby in this big house. Doesn't that sound nice?" he mutters, bending down to suck a nipple into his mouth, forcing your legs further against your chest.
The angle rubs just right inside you. You make an unintelligible noise at the back of your throat, unable to move or get better friction in this position.
âWe did it your way last time, didnât we, baby?â his little laugh is breathless, kind of mean. âI let you leave, but now weâre going to do it my way from now on.â
His words should strike alarm bells in your head, but when he fits his hand between your bodies to strum his thumb against your clit, your mind empties.
Can i please request first kiss headcanons with draken from tokyo revengers
First Kiss with Ken âDrakenâ Ryuguji
He teased you about it long before the actual kiss happened. Draken will lean in to make you kiss him, make you close your eyes and then pull away just as you lean in. Because of that, like the boy who cried wolf, you didn't expect him to actually kiss you this time. You were in your room, with his head in your lap when he suddenly sat up and moved to sit with his back against the wall, patting his lap. You assumed he wanted to do the cuddling this time, to hold you as having you in his arms brought him a peace of mind.
As experienced as he himself is he's not holding you to the same standard, doesn't mock you when you don't know what to do with your tongue, or when you accidentally bump your nose against his, or when you can't say in the kiss for as long as he can, all those things will come to you with time and practice. Draken will have you close to him during the kiss, really close, pressed against his body close, holding you with the gentleness you hardly knew a guy like him is capable of.
You've seen it shine though a few times during your relationship but you assumed that be because of his past relationships he'd think you inadequate, that'd he'd tease you. Maybe after the kiss, about how much you were shaking, how your lips trembled against his, or how you kept gasping and making all those cute noises but Draken would never make fun of you for your kissing skills, or the lack off. He'd be more then happy to help you practice any time of day.
RÎčÉŽ IŃoŃĐœÎč hates the way his older brother, Sae Itoshi, looks at you when youâre over. Your boyfriend despises how his older brother always wants to take special things away from him. So Rin doesnât have any other choices than fucking you with his door open. Lies âno worries baby, the walls are thick enough, scream my name, who makes you feel good?â although Rin knows damn well how thin the walls between his and his brothers room are.
God, he has to keep the door wide open. Rin is so possessive, he doesnât want Sae to see you naked, youâre his. But when Sae keeps eyeing you like that, your calves are thrown over your lovers shoulders as he fucks even harder inside you when he notices his brother passing by his room. Rin even has the guts to send a death glare at the older itoshi while getting his back scratched by your nails as his cock kisses your cervix with each hard deep thrust.
The striker tries every single position to make the skin slapping against each other loud enough to keep Sae wide awake all night. Your boyfriend might as well slow down a little, just to make his brother listen to the lewd squelching sounds your slick, that soaks the bedding and his pelvis, causes. Rin Itoshi sucks your thighs, throat, shoulders and cleavage full of red and purple hickeys, even makes sure you arenât able to cover it up in the morning. Rin makes you scream so unreasonable loud to prove heâs the better lover, he makes you feel better as he squeezes your throat while your legs hug his waist so tightly. Telling Sae he would never be able to lay a single finger on you, telling him no one is able to feel the tight squeeze of your walls besides your boyfriend.
Also, he doesnât shy away from filling your cunt to the brim with his seed. Thatâs also the moment when his voice, thatâs barely a whisper, raises. âThatâs it. Here it comes, gonna stuff you so full of my cum, promise. You can handle one more. Gotta claim you as mine.â, and it doesnât even stop with that, he puts every last bit of his energy into fucking you so good that all you remember is the feeling of his dick filling you with warm cum and his name.
Of course rin will walk shirtless the following days around the house, showing off the marks you put on him, youâre his after all, itâs only fair if he makes you walk around with his cum dripping down your thighs!!
