cw: bicep biting, teasing, male whimpering, dry humping, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, talking you through it, hair pulling, he's described as big, back scratching, creampies, not proofread.
ⓘ Featuring how sexy Dick Grayson is for his pretty girl.
boyfriend!dick who muffles your moans with his bicep whenever you're staying over at his father's, cooing, "You need to be quiet" so his family won't find out how dirty you are, as if he isn't the one fucking into you so hard the headboard's slamming against the wall.
+ Bonus points: Whenever you finish, and he pulls back to see drool on his arm along with the teeth marks, he knows he did well.
boyfriend!dick who can spend hours teasing you before getting to work, with light brushes of his fingers up your thigh, light kisses to your lips, and rubbing the tip along your slit, but pulling back once you start begging him to just fuck you already.
Eventually, you wear each other down; you're moaning out his name & he's struggling not to finish in two minutes.
boyfriend!dick loves when you go down on him, fists clenching against the sheets as he struggles not to guide your head, biting down the sweetest moan every time you swirl your tongue around his blushing tip.
After he finishes in your mouth, he'll always wipe your lips clean & whisper how pretty you are in the shakiest, hottest tone known to man.
boyfriend!dick who tends to get a little needy & sometimes ends up dry humping you till he's creamed his boxers instead of just fucking you like he'd originally planned. Noting "it felt too good to stop" while letting out a choked laugh & burying his face in your throat.
He'll always joke about it afterwards. But it's kind of obvious at the moment how embarrassed he feels about it.
boyfriend!dick likes to finger you after a blowjob, scissoring you open on long fingers so he can stare at the wetness pooling on your skin while telling you just how sexy it looks to him & licks you clean after each orgasm.
He likes to give you at least two orgasms per one of his.
boyfriend!dick has grown used to your nails sinking into his back every time he bottoms out; he's even grown to like how every few thrusts bring the sweet sting of your nails scratching at him in sync with sharp moans.
boyfriend!dick who is well aware just how endowed he is & always takes it slow to let you adjust, making sure to whisper sweet little praises in your ear.
boyfriend!dick who has made himself well acquainted with your clit, happily goes down on you every time you're being bratty or not in a good mood, knowing his tongue can be an instant mood booster.
He always moans at the feeling of your nails scratching at his scalp, pulling & begging for more, loving the sensation of feeling your pleasure through the sharp tugs.
boyfriend!dick who has a bad pullout game & ends up accidentally filling you up more often than he'd like to admit. He's so embarrassed when he pulls out and sees his seed spilling out, but your fucked-out expression always makes him feel better about it.
Letting their cock slide between your folds without pushing in, just resting it there and going "oh sweetheart it's gonna be tight but we'll make it fit yeah?"
alternative depression tips for when you read the ‘depression tips’ post and laugh hollowly, bc only in your fondest dreams could you manage to do any of those things
dry shampoo and face wipes are your friend. if you can brush your teeth you’ll feel maybe 2% less disgusting. wash your hands.
smelling nice is great, rubbing moisturiser in is Exhausting. perfume, scented candles and linen sprays are way quicker.
try to change your clothes at least every other day. wear sweats or pjs as often as you physically can.
you don’t need to put on underwear if you’re not leaving the house (that goes double for bras and binders)
drink any water that hasn’t been sitting out on your desk for a week. dust doesn’t taste good. stay hydrated. I fill one of those 2 litre bottles in the morning and keep it with me so I don’t have to get up and walk to the sink.
re: cleaning, try and keep one room vaguely clean. if everywhere else is a shit hole that’s fine, but you can go sit in your one tidy space and chill for a bit. it’s fine if that’s the bathroom or just the corner of your bedroom where there’s no crap on the floor. find a tiny space that isn’t horrifying and sit in it.
music helps.
eat food. +5 points if it has a fresh fruit or vegetable in it. take out is acceptable if it comes with veggies.
if your creativity curled up and died a long time ago try and find something that at least reminds you what it was like to feel inspired. watch a film, look at some art (probably not your own), read something. if that makes you feel worse, just?? don’t think about it??
grounding yourself is actually really helpful. open the window and breathe for 2 minutes. lay down on the floor and feel your whole body (unless you don’t want to in which case: lay down and don’t feel anything except the floor)
human interaction is Good. text a family member you don’t hate if you have one. message a friend. reply to someone’s personal post with ‘SAME’. make your own personal post asking the void for validation. stare out the window at people and remind yourself that life exists outside of the black space inside your head. whatever works.
pets are amazing, watch some funny animal vines if you don’t have one.
He'd been sitting on the couch, flipping through channels on the tv, when you walked into the living room and blurted that out.
"What?" He asks, still half choking.
"Are you going to cheat on me?" You ask again. You say it so simply, like you're asking for the time, and it's throwing him off.
18+ MDNI
a little request from a beloved follower 🫶
Roy Harper x f!reader
wc: 2.4k
cw: female reader, no use of y/n, use of pet names (baby, my girl), mentions of cheating, body worshiping, oral (female receiving), fingering, pussy slapping, unprotected sex, creampie
18+ MDNI
"You're not going to cheat on me, are you?"
Roy nearly spits out his soda.
He'd been sitting on the couch, flipping through channels on the tv, when you walked into the living room and blurted that out.
"What?" He asks, still half choking.
"Are you going to cheat on me?" You ask again. You say it so simply, like you're asking for the time, and it's throwing him off.
"I'm- what-? I would never-"
"Because if you're going to cheat on me, you might as well just leave me right now before we get too attached to each other." You declare.
But Roy hears that tiny wobble in your tone, as miniscule as it is.
"Before we get too attached?" He echoes, like you haven't already carved out a home in his soul.
The look in his eyes kills you, but it doesn't hurt as much as the thoughts racing through your head. The mental images of Roy with another girl; sending texts to the imaginary girl who lives rent free in your mind, sending her pictures, texting her, meeting up with her and-
Your bottom lip trembles and Roy's pretty sure his heart is breaking in half.
"Baby," he coos softly as he shifts on the couch, ready to stand and make his way to you. He stops when he sees you take a step back.
"Baby, tell me what's going on." He coaxes you gently.
"I just-" you wrap your arms around your stomach, hiding yourself away from him, "I don't want to get hurt again." You finally admit in a voice so small that Roy's throat tightens.
He swallows down the lump forming before he stands and walks toward you. Everything he does is gentle, quiet, slow - you know he's giving you time to retreat like you're a scared animal and part of that hurts. You know it's you and your insecurities making him cautious and that fact makes fat tears form in your eyes.
"Hey," Roy whispers and both of his large hands come up to cradle your cheeks. His touch is gentle and grounding and some of that angry insecurity in your starts to melt away.
"Please look at me." He whispers again.
And when you finally make eye contact with him, he smiles. Softly at first before it finally reaches his eyes.
"There you are, there's my girl." He murmurs before leaning in, pressing a gentle kiss to the apple of your cheek.
Your expression does something complicated, switching between hesitation and reluctant acceptance.
"Your girl?" You finally mumble out.
Roy smiles again as he noses along your jawline.
"Yeah, my girl." He repeats like it's a fact because to him it is.
You're his as much as he's yours.
Slowly you loosen your arms, moving your hands to grip at the sides of his loose shirt, allowing him in to your space.
"And apparently," he drags his nose along your jawline and instinctively you tilt your head back, "I haven't been showing my girl how much she means to me."
"It's-" your eyes flutter shut when he presses a kiss just beneath your jaw, "it's not you-" you try.
"No," Roy cuts you off as his lips ghost across your skin, "it is me." He assures you. "You wouldn't be thinking about him and what he did to you - you wouldn't be comparing me to him - if I was doing a better job." He kisses at your pulse point, open mouthed and hot with saliva.
"I'm sorry," you breathe out.
Roy sucks at the spot on your neck and you whimper. He smirks against your skin, one hand craddling the back of your neck now.
"Don't be sorry, baby. It should be me saying sorry."
He trails his lips lower, each kiss turning more heated than the last.
"Let me show you how sorry I am."
You're not sure how you made it from the living room to your bedroom without tripping, you can't even remember when your shirt had come off, but none of those small details matter when Roy is guiding you back against your mattress. They don't matter when his hands slide across your stomach or when he kisses the valley between your breasts.
You don't think about your ex or how he cheated on you, you don't think about Roy cheating on you with some imaginary girl. Nope. The only thought in your head was 'more'. More of Roy, more of his mouth on you, more of his rough palms exploring you like he hasn't already memorized every contour of your body.
"Roy," his name escapes your lips in a breath when the stubble on his chin grazes your navel.
He's quick to pull off his shirt and settle himself between your legs on his stomach. His shoulders are warm and broad against the inside of your thighs, pushing them apart despite the way your instinctively try to pull them together. His hands come up and pull at the hem of your shorts, slowly sliding them down your hips.
"Roy, you don't-" you try to stammer out but the cool air of the room cuts you off when it hits your heated skin.
"Yes I do," he murmurs in reply. His mouth is already watering and he's barely even gotten a glimpse of your pussy.
You don't argue or try to stop him again when he pulls your shorts down to your knees, giving him just enough room to perfectly bury his face in your throbbing cunt. All you can see when you look down is that messy mop of red hair as he breathes you in, a low groan leaving his chest.
Your heart races in anticipation but Roy is dragging this out. Instead of licking and sucking and nipping at you like he usually does? He's taking his time. He's dragging the tip of his nose between your wet slit until his lips come in contact with your clit, barely ghosting over your sensitive skin.
Your hips roll on reflex as your body tries to seek out friction and pleasure but Roy's hands on your thighs keeps you still.
"I can't believe," he kisses softly at your clit, "that I let my girl," another kiss, "believe I have eyes for anyone but her." This is emphasised with a slow drag of the flat of his tongue against your throbbing bud.
It draws an embarrassing mewl from you that's heavenly to Roy's ears. He moves his hands enough to spread your lips with his thumbs, putting you on full display for him.
"Fuck," he grunts as he takes you in.
After the initial shock fades you take a chance and look down again only to be met with green eyes gone black with pleasure. For a second a wave of insecurity rolls through your stomach making it twist.
"What?" You breathe out, your chest rising and falling with each ragged breath.
Roy, however, doesn't take even a second to respond.
"You're goddamn - fuck - you're a goddamn sight." He grunts.
You can see his hips roll forward, the curve of his back dipping, before laying your head back again. Insecurities? Completely gone now.
"Can't believe this is all mine." You hear him say before he's dipping his head again.
His tongue is hot and wet as he licks through your folds. He's taking his time to make sure he doesn't miss an inch of you. By the time he's finally licking into your pussy, curling his tongue to collect your slick that's there, you're seeing stars.
With your legs hooked over Roy's shoulders, shorts sliding further down your legs, he licks and sucks and slurps at you. You'd almost laugh at the the sounds he's making if it didn't feel so fucking good.
Roy's spit mixes with your slick, warm against your skin as his tongue finds its way to your clit again. He swirls the tip around your bud, expert and precise, before sealing his lips around it. Each suck he gives makes your toes curl, he uses just enough pressure to make your pussy clench around air. You keen pathetically when he flicks at your clit with the tip of his tongue again.
He moans deep in his chest, letting off a wet pop when he unlatches from your clit. The sound feels like it's vibrating off the walls around you.
"Shit- you taste like heaven." Roy breathes. He slaps softly at your clit, a devious smirk on his face when you react with a well and a clench.
He soothes the soft sting with his thumb, rubbing slow circles into your bundle of nerves, using his spit as lube.
"Roy-" you gasp. Your hips move again in search for friction. "Roy, please." You beg.
But Roy has never been one to deny you anything, ever. Foreplay never lasted as long as he wanted because the second you were batting those pretty eyes at him, begging him in that soft voice of yours, he was caving. So he slowly slides in his middle finger to your wet heat, sucking in a breath at the same time.
When you moan he presses a delicate kiss to the inside of your thigh.
"Jesus, you feel so good. See how good you take me, baby?" He coos when sliding in a second finger.
The stretch is full and sends a spark of pleasure from your toes all the way to your spine. He curls those thick fingers just right and you're a mess in his palm.
"My girl's perfect," he continues breathless.
He could be reciting the fucking Bible right now and you wouldn't give two shits, not when he's fingering you like your pleasure is the only thing he cares about in the world.
Roy's pumping his fingers in and out of your drenched hole, hitting that soft spot just right, and his thumb hasn't let up with those sloppy circles for even a second.
"How could I think about anyone else-" He starts saying, but there's something about that gravely, needy voice that hits deep in your stomach.
You cum before you can even warn him, legs tightening around his shoulders, squirting into his palm with a high pitched whine.
"Fuck," Roy growls.
His mouth is on you again, lapping at the slick that's leaking around his fingers.
"Taste so fucking good," he's gone now. He grinds his throbbing cock into the mattress again before attempting to pull another orgasm from you.
"Can't think about anyone else," Roy breathes out, "not when you're so perfect. 'm greedy for you, baby." He declares between lapping and sucking at your clit again.
"Don't want anyone else-" another desperate suck, "- just you."
This orgasm hits faster and harder. Your head is spinning as your fingers dig at Roy's hair in an attempt to pull him away from you. Your thighs are wet, Roy's hand soaked, your arousal wetting the sheets beneath you.
"Jesus." When he pulls his fingers from your spasming walls he's quick to pull them to his mouth, licking and sucking them clean.
When you can finally open your eyes you're almost embarrassed by how wrecked Roy looks. His hair is a mess, chin and cheeks wet.
"I wanted to wait, baby, I did - I promise." He tells you as he crawls to his knees, chest heaving. "But I can't-" he shakes his head "- can't wait."
He lowers his pants down to his thighs, freeing his length. That sight alone makes your mouth water and stomach grow hot.
Roy takes the base of his shaft in one hand, the other holding onto your knee to keep you close. He rubs his flushed tip against your dribbling cunt and groans to himself. He hisses out another swear before sliding the head of his cock through your slick up to your clit. He circles the overly sensitive bundle before tapping it with his head.
Your body twitches at the sensation, warm and wet and Roy- your mind is a hazy mess.
"Like that, baby?" He asks in a deep voice, swallowing thickly as his cock twitches against your wet folds.
When you nod, unable to form any coherent semblence of words, he taps your clit again with another smirk pulling at his lips.
"'s so good-" you whisper, throat dry.
Roy hums proudly before smiling softly at you, "Good…" he whispers before slowly pushing his tip into your cunt. "Jus' wanna be good for you."
This stretch is better than his fingers. Fuller, deeper, thicker. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as Roy bottoms out in one tortuously slow thrust. His fingers dig into your thighs as he stops, letting your body adjust to just how thick he is.
Roy watches as your chest rises and falls with each breath, the way your brows furrow in pleasure, the part of your lips as you gasp and moan and mewl just for him. He's dizzy with pleasure from that alone.
"'m in fuckin' heaven." You barely hear him mumble before he sets a steady rhythm.
Each slam of Roy's heavy balls against your ass sends a resounding slap slap slap around the room. Each thrust accompanied by a graphic squelch of your pussy around his cock.
"Christ-" Roy chokes out, his blunt nails biting into your skin. "Not- not gonna last. Not when-" he swallows thickly, "not when you're so perfect." His voice cracks.
One of your hands finds Roy's and through your haze you lace your fingers together. And that one simple, sweet act is his undoing.
"Hah-" Roy gasps as he stills.
You can feel him spilling his load inside of you. He's filling you up completely until it leaks out around the base of his cock, dripping down his balls and into the mattress beneath you.
"Shit, shit, shit-" he mutters to himself when he slowly pulls out of you. You catch his abs flexing, cock twitching, when he sees his cum spilling out of you.
"Roy," you try to speak up.
But he's dipping the head of his twitching cock back into his cum, pushing it back inside of you with a hiss of overstimulation. When your toes curl and your walls clenched around him again he choked on a gasp.
"Can't- I can't get enough of you." He whines as he fucks his softening cock into you one more time.
When he pulls out again, out of breath and covered in sweat, he drapes himself over you - earning a breathless laugh from you in return.
"I'm never leaving you." He whispers raggedly. "Never. Not when you're so goddamn amazing. You're mine. Forever. Yeah? -gonna… gonna fuckin' marry you."
the intimacy of making love side to side.. his low grunts of pleasure right against your ear, one big hand laying over your tummy and the other squeezing your hip.. the back of your thighs rubbing against the front of his — maybe he’s got one of your legs trapped between his so you’re nice and close to him and most certainly not going anywhere anytime soon
Hi Apple users, Apple released a fun thing where they take your photos and Siri transcripts and use them to train AI! And they may be automatically turned on without your knowledge, because oh boy they sure were for me!!!!!!!!!!!!
Open the “apps” section in your settings (it’s usually at the very bottom), go to photos and scroll until you see “Enhanced Visual Search” and then turn that shit off. Then go to “Privacy and Security”, scroll until you see “Analytics & Improvements”, and turn off “Improve Siri & Dictation” as well.
I am an artist with hundreds upon hundreds of my artworks in my photo album. I also have plenty of photos with not only my own face, but the faces of my friends and my family. I do not appreciate that being used to train AI without my consent, and I’m pretty sure it’s the same for others too.
he thinks you’re sooooo cute when you ride him and your legs start to shake and your breath comes out in quick puffs because you’re trying so hard to bounce on his cock and please him
hate when I rb a post that i think is just good but it turns out it's vaguing like fifteen other posts and now it looks like I've take a Stance even though I just woke up and haven't even been born yet truly
sorry but once you notice how often ppl use a southern accent as shorthand for being unintelligent you can never unsee it. classism is baked so deeply and why are you acting like anyone who talks the way my grandfather talks is stupid.
we gotta get back to torrent distribution, i just watched someone eat eight grand in bandwidth charges because they ran a direct-download piracy site with local file hosting through cloudflare. torrents were invented literally for this exact reason
i have a file or folder on my pc that i want to share with other people. let's call it gayshit.mp3
unfortunately gayshit.mp3 is 750mb and im not paying for discord nitro so i need another way to send it
i put it into qbittorrent and it makes a torrent file. this is essentially a very small file that points to gayshit.mp3 so other computers can find it. kinda like a treasure map
i send this tiny file to my friend, who loads it into qbittorrent. their computer takes a moment to find mine over the vast expanse of cyberspace and then (as long as my pc is running and the file is still where it should be), it gets copied from my hard drive to theirs
this is the cool part: if somebody else loads that tiny file, they can download it from both of us. if i'm offline but my friend is on, the third person can still get it. this also means that if two people have separate halves of the file, they can download the other half from each other. as long as some combination of people have the pieces between them, they can all have the whole thing.
crucially this does not require a server!!! you can just upload the file to a few people and as long as they keep it, it's still accessible. as long as somebody, somewhere is still connected, it's available forever. the only way it goes away is if everybody disconnects from it.
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