Im the new cancer, never looked better, you cant stand it.
Hello! Im sammy, a random gay guy with major depression and anxiety disorder. I write and draw because im unemployed.
Everybody is welcome to my page but i have pretty strict rule for request and my writing. Some may contain really dark theme so thread with caution and make sure to read each warning i put out, especially if Its dead doves do not eat type of content
Talk to the mirror, oh choke back tears,
RULES!!!!
- strictly dom male reader Ć male character, which means no female character or female reader.
- i dont write about real actors or real people like idols and etc.
- if im uncomfortable with your reqs i will delete your request.
- i take reqs but i finish it on my own term. I finish it when i want to and post it when i can, PLEASE be specific of your requests if needed or else i will make my own plot, etc.
- I'll be taking fics request, short thirst/drabbles.
- i write for any type of kink and fetishes (non con, dub con, cucking, watersports) but if its particularly very questionable, please ask first.
- Just because im comfortable with a lot of kinks and fetish doesnt mean im okay with bullshit involving children, so if youre a creep like that, dont even try. My blogs are for freaks, not creep.
Character i write for? Send a req and try your luck! Im in pretty much almost every fandom!!
My current obsession is DC and INVINCIBLE, so if those are your characters you have the highest chance of receiving your req answered by a few days!!!
Scott sank down onto your cock in one slow, greedy motion, taking every inch until his ass was flush against your hips. A low, strained groan slipped from his throat as his tight walls clenched hard around you, hot and slick from the lube heād barely used.
He planted both hands firmly on your chest, fingers spread wide for balance, and started riding you. Deep, powerful rolls of his hips that dragged your cock in and out of his hole with relentless rhythm. Sweat already glistened on his toned chest and abs as he moved, thighs flexing with every rise and fall.
His thick, heavy cock dragged messily across your stomach with each downward stroke, leaving sticky trails of precum that smeared between your bodies. He was leaking plenty, the head flushed dark and wet, painting your skin every time he ground forward.
Scottās breathing grew rougher, jaw clenched tight as he fucked himself harder on you. His hole pulsed and squeezed with every thrust, greedy and scorching. He leaned forward slightly, red-tinted eyes locked onto your face, watching you intently while he rode you faster, chasing that perfect angle that made his thighs tremble.
The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room as he took you deeper, hips snapping down with focused intensity. His cock throbbed against your abs, dripping steadily now, his control fraying with every bounce.
He didnāt speak ā just kept riding you like he needed it, hands pressing harder into your chest as his pace turned rougher, more desperate.
ā¦I wanna perv out on batfam 4skin WHATwhosaidthat?????? Specifically Jason Todd WHAT
Pussy Out In The Shower š§¼ā(^-äŗŗ-)šæ
Warnings: Sub! Character, Dom! Reader, no pronouns are used for reader, handjob, established relationship. No use of y/n.
Note: I assume you were asking based on the 'are you happy to see me' thinggy for Tim!! So I hope this is to your liking...!! :3333333333
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Jason Todd is exactly the kind of person to squeal, turn pink, and rush to cover himself if caught in a compromising position. So attempting to goad him into the shower with you takes hard work day and night to wear down his apprehension. Finally, when he agrees post patrol, bone tired and muscles heavy like cement, all you can do to manage your excitement is air bump your first behind his back while he strips.
Your boyfriend isā¦ mouth-watering-ly muscular. His back is expansive and cavernous in its ridges and bumps. Colorful with his constant bruises and scrapes, even more so with old scars and faded freckles scattered about. His chest is firm, and his thighs are enormous. All in all, Jason is a pretty big guy. The two of you have to shuffle a bit to squeeze into the glass container together.
Due to his exhaustion, he lets you manhandle him a bit without so much as a grunt of acknowledgment. Feel over the ridges of his knuckles to the curve of his clavicle. The plushness of his pouty lips to the grease in his matted hair. You work on Jason's body with love and care. Letting your eyes wander while your hands remain well behaved.
Your attention remains glued to his thick cock hanging between his legs, though. Just as fittingly large as the rest of him.Ā
Jasonās uncut, and itās one of your favorite things about him. His hood colors the fullness of his length a little darker than the rest of his tan skin, and its wrinkles beckon you to tongue your way through the folds. Jesus, you need to get yourself together.
Your boyfriend's none the wiser as you oh so helpfully aid him in washing up. Massaging gently through thick muscles you plan on properly bulldozing through later. Noting new bumps and booboos to dote on and kiss over. Jason soaks up the attention with a silent purr; itās a bit of a hazard as he leans back against you. Subtlety arching into your touch.
Finally, when you deem your good deeds accomplished enough, you allow yourself to caress down his wet muscles and full stomach to circle his V-line. Jason takes slight attention to it, but is far too relaxed to play a hissy fit at the small gesture. You meet gazes over his shoulders, his tired gaze lulls heavy-lidded, but non-expectant. Take it slow, and Jason will typically let you do what you want. Thatās what youāve learned after being with him for so long, at least. āShould have known you had an ulterior motive.ā
You hum, hiding your face against him as you grasp at that heavy cock of his. It fits nicely between both of your hands, a decent sixer if you had to guess off the top of your head. Hot.Ā
āYou enjoy this shit way too much, I swear.ā Jason sighs as you begin to jerk him off. Using the water as a shitty lubrication to continuously pull Jason's foreskin down with every stroke. His tip is pink and shiny as it peeks out, and Jason hisses a bit when the water hits it. With the arm not holding onto yours, he reaches up to pet the back of your head. Allowing himself to close his eyes and let you have your way with him.
Itās enthralling to feel his length fight back against you in real time. Jason scoffs when your lips press wider still against his shoulder. Youāre so easily pleased, he thinks.Ā
Annoying too, when those now misfit fingers of yours move to prod at the skin between his cock head and hood. Jason really doesnāt see what the appeal is for you, but he canāt deny that it feels amazing when you constantly stimulate him there. He doesnāt think a single week has gone by that you havenāt fiddled with the excess skin.
āAh shit, sweetheart.ā Jason groans, biting at his lip when your teeth busy themselves with finally digging into their hiding place. His head rolls back against you, giving you the perfect opportunity to suck and lick down his neck all you want. Youāre a needy mutt, and heās your only chew toy. āEasyā¦easy, yeah, thatās it, baby.ā
Jason slowly grinds his hips up into your half-assed fist. He has a quarter of a mind to snap at you to close it, but decides to not let his attitude ruin the mood youāve set. See? He can be nice when he wants to be. His reward is an unteasing finish. You stroke to the pace Jason instructs you to, and his cum spurts out across the shower's cream-tiled wall. A beautiful painting many would ever be lucky to cherish, if only in their wildest dreams.
Ā āI can tell youāre thinking something weird. Stop it.ā Jason pants against your ear.
Now comes your favorite part of getting your boyfriend off. The clean up.
HIHI HIII BABYY!!!! ... i want mpreg dick geayson smut!!! šššš he my baby mama šš
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Warnings: FtM character (female terminology is used: pussy, tits, etc. Not supposed to be read in any demeaning manner), pregnant character, Sub/Bottom Dick, Dom/Top reader, AMAB male reader, chest play/lactation mentions, vaginal fingering, no pronouns used for reader, established relationship. No use of y/n.
Note: This is the expanded ask from our Discord chats, lol. 'Okay hear me out, since its like dick's first pregnancy and also my first baby, were both pretty clueless, the first early week was just a bunch of fingering and pussy eating cause we're trying 2 be careful but then when 2nd trimester hits, the craving was so bad for dick that he said "fuck it" and breeding happened šš' Enjoy!!
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In the first few weeks after the pregnancy test came back positive, Dick had been living on cloud nine. He was finally starting a family of his own with the light of his life, whom he was happily married to. Bruce and Alfred shed subtle tears at the announcement party; he'd gotten plenty of congratulations from friends, and his siblings had made a habit of dropping by more often to see if he needed help with everything. All the love and attention had him preening.
Then...the symptoms started showing. No pamphlet nor rulebook could ever prepare Dick for the morning sickness, the aches, the moodyness, nor the constant slug of irritation he'd take on the larger and larger the bump in his belly grew. He had to withdraw from his Nightwing duties (keeping him away from them is a headache in itself), his workload at the station had subsided from insistent, friendly coworkers, but worst of all, Dick was nonstop horny!
At first, the sex was awkward and unsatisfying. Not to either of your faults - just the fear of harming the baby scared off any penetration from happening. You continiously blue balled yourself for the sake of your husband. Dropping to your knees at his convenience to lap and worship his cute pussy. That part wasn't terrible, and you'd quickly mastered the ability of taking a splash to the face without pause with the amount of facials he painted over you. But Dick wanted more.
By the fourth month, he'd had enough. His breasts were constantly tender, his head dizzy with lust, and his cunt felt so neglected and empty it almost hurt. He needed your cock, and he needed it now!
You felt the mood the second you stepped into the apartment. Small tin candles lined the floor up to the bedroom with tacky roses scattered about to elevate the tension. Dick is humming along to a gentle tune inside, languidly fingering himself open atop his maternity pillow for support. The site had you palming your cock through your work jeans.
"Baby," He purred, instantly presenting himself for you. "Hi, welcome home." Dick met you halfway for a kiss, though the grip he had on your collar made it impossible to pull away. "I need you, yeah?" He pouted. "Inside, 's been too long, hun. Way too long." His thick lashes bat, and it's all you need to drop your belt.
"Just...be gentle, mh, I trust you." Dick sighs as you line up to his wet hole. His bottom lip catches under his teeth when you press in. "Hah! Fuck yes, god!" His head threw back, instantly kicking his legs out to tighten around your waist. The relief on your end was likewise immediate; sinking into his warmth was exactly the warm embrace you'd been longing for. Regardless of how tempting it is to lose yourself in his hot canal and fuck yourself into oblivion, Dicks hands just under his belly kept you at bay. Shifting your hips at a slow, shallow pace back and forth.
"Shit, baby, you have no idea how good you are to me," Dick sniffled. His breasts bounced and bobbed with every smack of your balls against him, swollen nipples just begging for attention, and who were you to deny him? "Mh, yeah?" Dick stiffled as you leaned down to latch. Suckling softly between each of the pery nubs. "Such a nice Daddy for me... uh-huh, yeah, you are."
You couldn't wait until they started producing. It shouldn't be much longer, since he's in his second trimester. You already had pumps sitting in your kitchen cabinet for the day it finally happened. You were going to be the most annoying guy in the world once it did, you were sure.
"Inside, [name], inside please?" He panted, reaching down past his bump to spread his folds wider, circling his clit. "Yes, give it to me, baby, hah, know you can. Want that hot cum so bad," Still latched, you fully bottomed out when you came. Painting his insides with a creamy white that pushed back against your cock for space. With Dicks legs still wrapped around you, that hot seed pooled out back around the two of you and onto the bedsheets. "Mh," Dicks tongue darted out to lap at the drool around his lips. "C'mon, me too, baby, me too. Don't leave me high and dry, yeah?"
I was wondering if you could do a part two of the semi-forced feminization ask? How would they react to it getting to a point where the reader asks them to wear a babydoll set with the most serious expression on his face? Would they turn the babygirl act up even more with it on during intimacy? Any embarrassing realizations while reader praises the living daylights out of them?
Warnings: Sub/Implied Bottom Characters, Dom/Implied reader, implied AMAB reader but no pronouns are used, feminization (DUHH) established relationships. No use of y/n.
Note: I'm gonna need to find whatever brand reader used to buy lingerie large enough to fit these bastards. I also included a babydoll photo of what I'd like to see them in...tee hee (įįį)ÕĢµĢ !
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Bruce Wayne
When you bring the set box for him, Bruce stares at you long...and hard. His thick brows cock as he gingerly takes it from you, already anticipating the worst. I'd say he's pleasantly surprised to find a babydoll set rather than just a G-string like he was anticipating.
He isn't a one-and-done type of guy, though. You want Bruce to dress up? Oh, he'll dress up alright.
Bruce purchases a matching set of furry black bedroom heels, the classic sheer fuzzy robe, he's getting some sexy black tights, and a matching garter belt. He's not so proud as to be adverse to these more delicate feminine things. Honestly, the more you talk about it, the more fond he becomes of playing the role of 'wifey'.
He makes a romantic night out of it. A lot of the time, Bruce carries a heavy sense of guilt for not being able to spend as much time as he should with you. Knowing that both of you have a shared outlet to bond as partners closes that gap greatly. Candles are lit, the lights are dim, rose petals...the works.
Bruce definitely lays it on thick, lying on his back with heavy-lidded eyes. You know Clinique's Black Honey shade line of lipsticks, liners, and blushes? The brand may not meet Bruce's standards, but the shade suits him perfectly. He does his lashes...the perfect face to fuck out.
OMg, 'Do you wanna get me pregnant again tonight? - Bruce Wayne' by @/shisuni is a beautiful non-smutty piece about drunk femme Bruce!! I'm channeling that energy from him there into a more serious, seductive Bruce now.
Augh...you know he's teasing you about treating your wife right, happy wife, happy life, you know?
Dick Grayson
I wanna fuck him in something nice and frilly!
Dick has the biggest shit-eating grin on his face when you approach him, and is immediately teasing you for it. "Oh wow? You bought this for little old me? Huh?" He purrs, holding it up in front of him.
He's eager to get it on, turning and flexing in front of your bedroom mirror. "This is sexy, alright." I can see him rocking a matching blue hair clip if you have one lying around.
It's totally a 0-100 scene; he throws it on the second you give it, and he's rock hard a second later. Dick has fallen in love with being your little girlfriend, and it's one of his favorite things to roleplay.
He'll curl up and coo with a massive smile, pretending to be shy and bashful as he turns his back to you. Maybe even does a little dance number from those old movies to show off how well the slip suits him.
Dick makes a game out of running around the room from you, laughing about it until you tackle him onto the bed, peppering him in kisses.
His arms go around you then, and so do his legs. He's such a pretty girl, isn't he? Tell him how much of a doll he is. You'd have to think so to buy him something like this. Where'd you even go, hm? Dick wants to hear all about it as you drag your tongue down his body and begin working him open.
You're in for a long night of fun.
Jason Todd
At your deadpan request, Jason glares at you. I mentioned in my first feminization ask about Jason that he prefers to be the one bringing the subject up to you, and not the other way around. It's not that he doesn't like that you're into it, more like he'd rather avoid further embarrassment.
He glances at your present but leaves it at that for a few days. You leave it on the counter, only for it to disappear under the bed for safekeeping while Jason works up the nerve to wear it. That's to be expected, however, and you leave him to it without mentioning it again until he's ready.
He'll wear it around casually under a robe around the apartment a few times to get used to it before begrudingly revealing it to you one night. His gaze remains averted and his expression passive. "Happy?"
Pet and paw over his hard torso through the delicate fabric; it makes him feel small in the best way possible. He's quiet through it all, breathing softly and all relaxed as you kiss and murmur at him. This is the best. Not that he'd say that, though.
He goes to straddle you before long, nuzzling into the side of your neck and over your head while you massage his thick and heavy thighs.
The kisses start off slow and sweet before they grow more heated, and your hands slip under the lingerie to draw down his spine.
The perfect recipe to get your boyfriend pliant in your arms.
I don't know how to make my shit aesthetic so please bare with me lol. First post !! Written with male reader in mind but I don't think I used pronouns so it can be read as GN ^^
AMAB reader/Billy/Lighter, smut, in heat (somewhat !) voyeurism, polyam couple, dom/sub, reader is phaethon/the proxy
Overview: Billy may or may not have downloaded a virus that makes him get his freak on. Who better to help than you and Lighter?
As a proxy, youāre expected to keep your cool, totally professional self all together, even in the most unique of situations. You canāt be a north star if you blink in and out of sight, can you? Youāve survived hollow after hollow, ethereals ten times the size of the bangboo you send in to play as a living talking compass to your customers. And yet, none of the many years of such situations could prepare you for this.
Dating an Intelligent Construct was already a gamble few were willing to take. When cold metal and grinding gears replace warm flesh and blood, itās easy to feel repelled. Itās unnatural, unsettling to the normal boring human. But youāre not just anyone, no. Youāve decided to keep the Cunning Hares beloved Starlight Knight as your personal lover.
Ā That is, your personal lover whoās currently humping your leg like a rabbit in heat.
āCāmon Manager, Iāve waited all day.ā The sweet and needy hum of your cyborg is like sweetener in bitter coffee, and you spare a glance from your phone to look down at the pitious thing that is your boyfriend.Ā
The other reason 90% of humanity preferred to have a partner of the same species, was because it was predictable. Easy to manage. After all, you canāt get the surprises Billy comes with, with the average person. The constant need for repairs and top-ups to his metal body was pricey, but your pockets were deep enough to plate him in gold and still have enough to afford anything New Eridu offered. The reward of being such a high-end proxy, the legendary so-called āPhaethon.āĀ
A certain pressure against your shin drags you back into reality, Billyās face pressed against your knee, and if he had eyeballs, theyād be glazed in tears. Mockingly, you reach down to tug his head away from you, fingers grasping him by the white tufts of his hair, exposing his throat just slightly.Ā
Apparently, that was the right move to make, throat cables flexing as he swallows, a soft moan leaving the cyborg.Ā
āManagerā¦ā He pouts, all breathy, and his hips twitch against your foot.Ā
āIf anyone should be complaining, itās me.ā You raise an eyebrow at his pathetic stance. Heās almost entirely naked, shirt and bold leather jacket stripped.Ā
His belt is askew and loose, unbuckled purely from the amount of desperate grinding heās done on your sneakers to get some kind of friction to the obvious heat between his legs. Thereās a growing wet patch between his legs that stain his jeans like a filthy truth, knees parted to splay himself all over you like a true dog desperate for his masterās bone. Itās almost cute that despite the debauched image heās presenting himself in for you, he still has the audacity to feign innocence.Ā
āI didnāt know,ā he whines, wriggling in your grasp, but thereās no real strength in it, as if he isnāt fighting the hold you have on his hair at all. āI swear, I was thinking for the best! And Lighter said to wait for you, so I waited.āĀ
You drag your eyes over his figure, unimpressed. Billyās in absolutely no state to be denying you, after everything. Especially in this state, nearly entirely undressed and curled up around your leg.Ā
āThe best.ā You drawl slowly.Ā
āAnd the best seemed to have been installing a drive that would increase your heat instead of suppress it?āĀ
See, Billy wasnāt just any mech. At least, not at the moment. The idiot had gone and got himself a virus a while ago that made him so hungrily, insatiably horny every now and then. It was almost like some sexy form of a menstrual cycle, kicking in every month and not leaving until he gets his desired serving of a dicking down. It was a little funny at first, and you were never one to deny breeding your favourite cyborg, alongside Lighter. You three had even found something of a fix to this temporary issue, until they could get the bug out entirely. It was simple. Go to Enzo, pick up a little extension and make sure itās installed properly in the mech in question.Ā
Somehow, Billy had not only managed to fuck that up, but make it do the exact opposite of itās original effects.Ā
Now, youāre no saint. You adore listening to Billy beg to fuck every now and then and doing exactly that. Sometimes, if youāre feeling it, youāll even watch him bump purses with Lighter when youāre feeling extra freaky and lazy. But this month, youād been jam-packed with commission after commission, and with Billy being your only form of security, you had specifically told him to make sure he keeps his head on straight for at least a week extra, until he gets his current commission finished.Ā
Clearly, that wasnāt going to happen.Ā
You had come home rather late in the evening, drenched in sweat and carrying your things back home after a long, long day, only to find a whimpering Billy in your bed, palming between his legs and nuzzling against your pillows.Ā
And now here you were.Ā
Billy inches closer, now fully covering your foot with his pelvis, hips bucking down in an attempt to chase a hint of release, and you can feel the dampness of his jeans, the twitch of his arousal beneath the starchy cloth. It almost makes you break and give him everything he needs. Almost.
āPoor you.ā You croon, your hand finally releasing the grip on his head, threading through the white waves of hair and settling at the nape of his neck. āIf it weren't for the fact that it cost me a legās worth of dennies for that stupid hard drive, Iād feel bad for you.ā
..You did, but you werenāt going to admit that just yet.
Billy makes a pitiful sound thatās halfway between a moan and a whine, leaning into your touch, and you do your best to ignore the heat that stirs in your groin at the simpering display of desire and affection.Ā
Gently, you push Billy off of you and away at an arms reach distance. He whines and tries his best to cling, but eventually stills, fidgety and clearly still very horny.Ā
āUntil you tell me exactly how you managed to screw up this bad, Iām not fucking you.ā Youāre not usually mean. Heck, you love to spoil your sweethearts. But you had been working yourself to the bone, and this was really going to set back your work schedule. You deserved to be petty about this.Ā
Billy opens his mouth, but before he can speak, you raise a finger to silence him, wagging the digit in the air.Ā
āAh, one moment.ā Readjusting yourself momentarily, you lean back into your chair and look towards the door of your bedroom.Ā
āLighter, come in now.ā Your voice changes, from deadpan and gravelly to sweet.Ā
The door creaks open, and like the good boy he is, the champion of the outer ring steps in, eyes flickering between Billyās shivering figure on the floor to you, calmly sitting cross-legged at your desk.Ā
You swivel a little closer to Lighter as he enters, a simple and innocent smile on your face that betrays the sin stirring in your mind.Ā
āBilly hereās been having a bit of trouble following simple directions, so I think itās up to you and I to give him a demonstration, hm?āĀ
Lighter blinks, and you can see the gears shifting in his head. Itās nothing obvious, no glimmer in his eyes or movement on his face, but his ears get just a bit pinker.Ā
āSure, proxy.ā He hums, and you beam up at him.
āGood, very good. Strip and take a seat.ā You pat your thigh casually, as if youāve announced an order for coffee instead.Ā
And like clockwork, Lighter casually slips everything off, studded jacket and black jeans slipping off to accompany where Billyās clothes had been tossed aside. When his fingers come to pull at the scarlet scarf around his neck, you click your tongue.
āKeep that, actually. The sunglasses too.āĀ
God knows why he wears them indoors, but he manages to pull them off with a charm youāve grown to enjoy.
Lighterās eyebrow arches curiously, but he doesnāt question you, leaving the shades and scarlet garment around his neck loosely and shifts to seat himself on your lap. Heās casual with it, but polite. Legs swinging over to straddle you because he knows thatās just how you like it, and his half-hard cock bobs slightly with the movement of it. He does his best to ignore his own growing arousal, and you give a pleased hum when he settles against you.Ā
You waste no time, one hand holding his waist to steady him while the other comes to palm at his cock, and Lighter jerks a little in surprise despite seeing it coming, a sharp intake of breath at the first stroke against his shaft. Billy, whoās practically vibrating on the floor from how much arousal is radiating from him, hasnāt taken your eyes off of you once. He hasnāt even paused to glance at Lighter, who gives an appreciative moan into your neck when you thumb over the slit of his cock. It beads a pearly drop of pre-cum in response, and with a few more heavy pets, itās standing at full attention, just as eager as its owner.Ā
āProxy,ā Lighter breathes, shaky slightly.Ā
āManager-ā Billy cries, high pitched and crackly from the floor, and you hush him instantly with a click of your tongue.Ā
āI didnāt give you permission to speak.ā The words are spoken flippantly, as if they donāt make Billy wilt a little, and he tucks his legs together as if trying to bundle himself and his arousal into himself.Ā
Despite himself, he only makes a small, pitiful noise that sounds almost like a weak whistle of a kettle, and Billy obediently silences himself.Ā
āGood boy.ā
Both of them react to the praise, Billy shuddering on the floor whilst Lighter arches into your touch, a breathy whine escaping him as your hands pick up the pace on his cock.Ā
Lighter is nice and thick, not too long, but the amount of pre he always spurts makes up for it. Some would call it messy, but you love how responsive his body is to you, weakly spilling milky white over your knuckles as you stroke, and heās begun to thrust up against the fist-shape your hands have made in tandem. The rhythm is filthy, the sound of wet skin slicking against each other and his low moans filling the room while he makes a personal fleshlight out of your hand.Ā
The champion in your lap twitches, spine arching up all pretty at a sudden squeeze of your fist against his weeping member, cries pitching higher, and he writhes a little in your lap. You can tell heās close, but heās holding himself back, or at least trying to, waiting until you give him the word to come.Ā
āBilly.ā You finally say, and the cyborg jolts as if heās been electrocuted. While heās got no blood to get him blushing, his face is lit up with a soft glow, his signature way of blushing, and you notice heās been not-so-secretly grinding against his own hand thatās been shoved down his pants.Ā
Billyās eyes stray between your hand roughly pumping Lighterās flushed cock to your relaxed eyes, your posture still slack and leaning back in your leather swivel chair like you donāt have two feared killers begging for a slice of you. Youāre fully clothed, yet these two are nearly entirely nude and soaking their panties. It should be humiliating, but Billy just fights back pants and moans of his own at the sight of you getting Lighter off.Ā
āYou want to tell me what happened with Enzoās stuff?ā You speak low and soft, like youāre speaking to a little puppy thatās accidentally peed on the carpet.Ā
Your puppy whimpers in response, buckling over slightly, and he crawls towards you, metal knees hitting the floor and scooting towards you. On your lap, Lighter grips your bicep tight, riding up the short sleeve of your tee,nails digging crescents into your bare arm. Heās shaking, just slightly, like the hum of an airplane in the distance, but you know heās desperate for release, barely holding on with the way youāre sinking your thumb repeatedly against his slit. Your hands are almost entirely soaked, and the scent of sex is heavy in the room as Lighter whines something like a plea into your ear, eyelashes dotted with moisture and a drip of saliva sliding over his chin..Ā
Itās the picture of sex.Ā
āI put it through my computer, because I wanted to know what was in it.ā Billy blurts, and he looks like he wants to touch you, Lighter, to touch both of you. He instead claws at the wooden floor, metal fingers leaving light scrapes across the wood, something youāll look at fondly with the memory of all this in the future.Ā
As for your own hands, they speed up in pace against Lighterās cock, and he canāt help himself, lurching forward to bite into your shoulder to stifle the mewl building up in his throat.Ā
āAnd I- I forgot to close it, and I guess while I was doing my own stuff, it couldāve gotten transferred over. I dunno, I was drunk.ā He says miserably, and you canāt help but laugh at that.Ā
āLighter, you can come.ā You say, and Lighter lets out a muffled wail against your collar as he does, white ropes of thick cum spurting from his tip and over your fist. Some of it manages to splatter against the arm rest, and most of it lands on your shirt. When heās finally spent and gently slumping against you, you offer Lighter a gentle kiss to the temple before signaling him to get off.Ā
āLeave your scarf.ā You murmur, and he gently shucks it off, getting as little of his spend as he can on it.Ā
āIāll draw you a bath in a moment.ā You mumble between kisses, lapping the excess saliva off the corners of his mouth and giving him another soft kiss to his nose before letting him go, and he makes a soft grunt of acknowledgement, eyes softening at your affection.Ā
When his footsteps finally fade, you turn to look at Billy, poor sweet Billy whoās on his knees still and looking up at you with wide hazy eyes.Ā
Thereās heat radiating from the construct, a subtle sensation you can feel from the steadily climbing temperature of your room and even through the cloth of your pants, from where your legs are just a few inches away from the cyborg. His thighs are trembling, and suddenly his hand and knee position on the floor makes much more sense.Ā
You reach your hand out, the one covered in Lighterās white seed, and gently clean it off with a spare napkin. Then, you pick up the scarf and curl your fingers into a beckoning motion. Billy doesnāt hesitate, practically scrambling towards you like a rabid animal, but unlike before, this time he doesnāt immediately get to grinding against your foot.Ā
You tie the crimson cloth around the constructās neck like a makeshift collar, tugging for good measure and taking immense pleasure in the way Billy has to lean uncomfortably forward to follow the motion. He nearly topples headfirst into your lap if not for your second hand coming to nudge under his chin and guide him to look up at you.Ā
āThe next time I ask you to do something, youāll do exactly as youāre told, understand?ā Your voice is unthreatening, but firm as an anchor, and Billy nods at lightning speed.Ā
āYes, please, I promise Manager. I wonāt do anything out of your orders, I didnāt mean to mess up, I-ā Your foot gracefully sweeps under him to press right between his legs where itās practically soaking, and his voice breaks off into a whine full of static.Ā
āManager-āĀ
āOff.ā You nudge at his belt with your toe, and Billy wastes no time in practically tearing off the remnants of clothing on him.Ā
All while heās wrestling off a sneaker, you stand and bend down to pull him up onto his feet in one grand motion, his shoe rolling off to the side as you do so, and heās like a big lanky metal cat when you dispose him onto your bed, belly up and slightly disoriented. All thatās left on him is his boxers, which you peel off with little dignity to expose the treat beneath. The clothās completely soaked through, and when itās off, you canāt help but breath a slight chuckle at the slight.Ā
For a combat model, heās incredibly advanced. You know for a fact that even for an outer ring desert-dweller, they donāt exactly come packing with what heās got, but by the ethereals are you thankful.Ā
His cunt is soft, made of a kind of silicone thatās somewhat squishy when you apply the right amount of pleasure, and it molds to the touch it receives, or more specifically, the shape of your cock. Whatever self-lubrication system heās got is working overtime, pussy lips glossy from the amount of slick oozing from the slit, and it twitches as you openly admire him.Ā
āDonāt stare.ā Billy wheedles, hands coming to paw cutely at your arms, and when you let him go to undo your belt buckle, you can practically see his pussy pulse with anticipation as the tent of your erection is finally freed from the combines of your pants. It unfurls with a lewd fwop, heavy member sticky with your own arousal, and you palm over it in self indulgence. You hadnāt gotten to touch yourself once throughout the whole ordeal of Lighter cumming in your lap or when Billy had so cutely grinded on your foot.Ā
You yank at the scarf-collar before Billy can get his hands on your dick, and he practically wails with deprivation, but takes his hands back.Ā
āJust sit back, pretty.ā You coo, hands tucking beneath Billyās knees and folding him into a more vulnerable position. His hips face you, cunt twitching from the sudden exposure to cold air, and he shudders, another whine trilling out of him. Heās so warm, like a toasted oven, and thereās puffs of hot air venting out from Billyās faceplate. He writhes a little, hips desperately trying to buck up towards you.Ā
āYouāve waited long enough, havenāt you?ā His legs come to perch up on your shoulders, kneecaps sliding close to your ears, and you rub his thighs in comfort, big hands cupping the metal plates, and Billy practically sobs as you lean down to lick a long strip up between his legs.Ā
His slick isnāt exactly flavoured, but it doesnāt taste like nothing either. An unspoken sweetness thatās hidden within it, the way vodka tastes when you really get it in your mouth. You eat him out like heās your last meal, and youāre on deathrow, and Billy wraps his thighs suffocatingly tight around your head. Not that youād mind if this is how you go. The cyborg sobs and hiccups as your tongue laps over his sensitive folds, taking your time to map out the shape of his cunt before you really dive in.
āManager!ā He cries and arches right off the covers, and you can feel him clench around your tongue, silicone folds fluttering open to take your tongue in before theyāre closing around it tight, like itās desperate to keep you inside. The hands at his thighs come to grip at his waist, then his hips, and pin him down, rough enough to keep him in place as you have your meal.Ā
Thereās a little nub, much softer than the usual silicone his cuntās made out of, something special that whatever genius invented knew exactly what they were doing when they did it, and when he finds the sensitive little path and laves his tongue over it, Billy mewls, thighs spasming, and then heās squirting, spilling over your nose and chin like champagne thatās been popped.Ā
ā...Holy shit.ā You gasp between his folds, and the vibration of your voice goes straight to his makeshift clit.Ā
āManager,ā He pants. āIām- I donāt think-āĀ
āYouāre a whole lot more sensitive than last time, huh?ā Youāre musing to yourself mostly, but with the way Billyās face lights up in mock-blush confirms it.Ā
āHow do you think youāre going to take my cock like this?ā You feign a disappointed sigh, pushing yourself up to crawl over him.Ā
Billyās hands circle your shoulders, grasping at your back, and he lets out a silky whine when the tip of your cock kisses the hood of his cunt.Ā
Youāre not exactly small, no. The first time you had bedded the cyborg, he had shoutedārather embarrassinglyā āholy monster cockā before Lighter clocked him over the head. But it had been a while since that, and now when you nudge against the slick entrance, it eagerly flutters against it. You tap the tip against the sticky wet entrance, watching as Billy bites out little curses and complains, and you distract him with a big wet smooch to that screen of a face of his, before slowly sinking in.Ā
The reaction is immediate, the stretch of your length making him clutch you like a lifeline. It takes a minute before youāve bottomed out, balls tapping against the wet surface of his taint, and heās panting, short little ahās and poorly hidden whimpers escaping him. Despite his attempt to remain as unaffected as possible, his cunt is telling a different story. It practically throbs with pleasure around you, clenching, then gushing out another fresh wave of slick. If he was warm outside, he was practically searing on the inside. Itās velvety and hot, the cyborgs pretty pussy sheathing you perfectly, and while you try to keep yourself at bay, you canāt help but buck into it.
āManager, wait, I- ah-āĀ
His legs find themselves locking around your waist, and what becomes shallow rolls of your hips are now eager half-thrusts, pulling out half way and watching the way his pussy stretches around your length, clenched tight each time you rear back and rippling when you sink back in, the wet resounding smack of skin on silicone.Ā
Itās easy for you to lose control like this, Billyās lewd cries echoing through the room as you shift from a simple pace to a pounding one, and if not for his metal skin, youāre sure heād be bruised in the morning after with the way youāre slipping out all the way to the tip before slamming back into him. Belatedly, your hand comes to roll over the makeshift clit of his, and the combined stimulation of your cock bullying your way into his cervix and the constant rubbing, he mewls your name with a crackle of static, and heās squirting again, spilling over your abdomen. The clench of his cunt from orgasm is tight, the wet and warm channel squeezing you just right, and you know from the building burning heat in your gut that youāre achingly close.Ā
Your hips snapping forward with fervour, almost animalistic, and you practically burrow yourself into his cunt as your cock spills with seed, stars and static bursting behind your eyes as you curl forward and clutch the cyborg beneath you close as you fill him full with your come. The legs around your waist tighten, another soft mewl of pleasure coming from Billy at the feeling of being filled full with your seed, and he thanks his lack of ovaries for being allowed to take it raw from you every time.Ā
You can feel the metal of Billy cooling down almost instantly, the ventilation system coming to a slow, and you gently reach one hand to comb through Billyās hair.Ā
A beat of silence.
āMaybe you ought to fuck around with Enzoās shit more often.ā You murmur, giving Billyās oversensitive cunt an experimental roll of your hips.Ā
He yanks the cloth leash out of your hands, face aglow and lower half of his body still trembling from impact.
A/N: I originally wanted all 3 of them (you, billy and lighter) going at it but I couldn't think of a position where both of them could be bottoming for you that had billy in the center so I thought to just cuck the poor guy instead LMAO. Oops. I promise I'll do more of them/lighter content in the future.
I wrote this at 4am so I deeply apologize for any mistakes, or if it's just. Bad.
Maybe I'm just a pervert but lowkey I could see Dick being super into caretaking as a kink (not really ageplay cause that's not really my thing, but more like MILFy vibes yknow?) and probably a little ashamed about it. Maybe one night he slips up and accidentally calls you baby boy in the middle of sex and is so embarrassed you have to stop. But slowly you get him to open up more about his sexuality in general, and then one night during foreplay you start messing with his chest and the dam just BREAKS and he takes you on the ride of your life. It's a lil hard to see him the same after that, but you're happy he's not embarrassed to talk about his kinks with you anymore, and also for the best sex of your life...
Ima bitch, Ima lover, Ima child, Ima mother
Warnings: Sub to dom bottom character (referred to as both Daddy and Mama), AMAB male reader, chest play (obvi), implied use of safeword (stopping mid sex), anal penetration, established relationship. No use of y/n.
Note: Mama, Iām HARD. GODDDDDD!! I really, really like @/meo-eruās oc, Silas. Though be warned, he does really lean into the motherly aspect (like literally). So I definitely take a lot of inspiration from them! Also, go check out their page!! Theyāre in the process of creating a game rn for all their yandere ocās, and Iām super duper excited for it!! Also, I'll likely follow up with this more on Dick being more open afterwards, I just couldn't think of anywhere to take this after the riding (,,>ļ¹<,,), sorry!
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Usually, Dick isnāt one to be so meek about his sexual interests. A pretty open guy, even. Thereās justā¦this one thing he canāt find it in himself to talk about, and itās his incessant desire to baby you. Further than his usual doting demeanor, no, itās more than that. Youāre just so cute and sexy! All Dick wants to ever do is coo and take care of you.Ā
It comes out when he least expects it, Dick doesnāt even know why. Youāre just plowing back into him so well, hitting that deep spot inside of him that it just slips. āFuck, youāre filling me up so good, baby, yeah? Ah? Suchā¦such a good boy, fuck, my good baby boy!ā He doesnāt even register that he says it at first, continuously blabbering sex, drunk nonsense, until you tease him about it. Baby boy? Really? Does that make him your daddy then? Nah, Mama suits him way better.Ā
Dicks eyes snap open from their pleasurably squeezed state, and he looks back at you, red from the tips of his ears down the length of his neck. āWhat?ā He rasps. āI didnāt- I, I, I, baby, come on, thatās not funny.ā Dick shudders, fisting at the bedsheets. His head dips down in shame, head shaking as your thrusts slow. Shit, ah, was he being serious? You didnāt mean to kill the mood, you just thought it was funny. With a warm palm, you soothe over your boyfriend's sculpted back. Itās okay, you didnāt mind it. Really, it was hot. Still, Dick shakes his head, the atmosphere dead at the hands of his own embarrassment. No matter how much of a turn on it was. Awkwardly, you pull out and away from him, and Dick does a walk (waddle) of shame to your shared bathroom to cool off and calm down. Later, when everything was cleaned up and done, he continued to refuse to talk about it. Only that heās sorry, that you know heās not normally like that, and to just forget about it. You both know that he totally jerked off to finish in the bathroom, now all you have to do is get him to admit this newfound kink without him shriveling up into a ball and retreating again.
It surprisingly takes a couple of nights to get him in the mood again. Not that youād ever force him into anything, just that his libido tended to string higher than this. Youāve got him in the same spot as before, this time on his back, locking lips before the main event. Youāre murmuring all the usual things: Oh, heās so hot, so good with his mouth, soā¦everything. You work his shirt off with a single goal in mind-to tease him. As long as you donāt name it, Dick will come out to you himself, youāre sure of it.Ā
You plant one last kiss to the side of his plump lips and begin washing down his heavy chest with the plane of your tongue. You swirl at the center of his clavicle for good measure before finally hovering over his perky tits. āSeriously?ā He muses, āWhat are you-ah!ā Dicks knees jerk up beside you the moment you latch on. Groping and smushing the fat together, then apart, then together again. āBabyā¦awe, you donāt have to do all that.ā He chuckles in a manner that attempts to stay light-hearted. Unbothered. But his white knuckles and the slight stutter of his breath give him away. Shit, heās really desperate for it, isnāt he?
You pop off his nipple, nuzzling up against his breast with a faux pout. Dick frowns down at you, worrying at his bottom lip. ā[name]...donāt make me, ahh, be nice to your boyfriend!ā He whines, throwing his head back. Gentler this time, his toes wiggle until he caves. āDamn it, angelā He flips you over, shoving you into the mattress with a heavy purse. This time, when his cock jumps, you do draw attention towards it. He shifts heavily over your lap, grinding down against you. The second heās lubed up and prepped, heās bouncing atop of you like never before.
āGod, oh my god,ā He sighs blissfully, using your own chest for support as he reigns his hips down onto yours. āFuck honey, hah, you just wanna watch me come undone, that it? Huh? Just wanna bullyā¦bullyā¦ah, your ma? Such a naughty, naughty boy.ā Dick groans. āMh, my baby boy. So naughty.āĀ
The fat of his ass is a heavy weight as it sinks up and down onto your cock, smacking loudly with each descent he makes. āSāokay, I know, oh, I know.ā He purrs, caressing the side of your face. āYou just wanted to be, mh, helpful, yeah? I forgive you, honey. Just sit back and be good, and youāll make it up to me, baby.ā
Warnings: male reader, top reader, no D/S roles, anal, riding, praise kink, premature ejaculation
Giving him the reigns always ends up following the same route: Scott sits pretty between your legs, eyebrows furrowed as your cock glides through his tightened fists. His lips will part and his tongue will poke out while the erotic visage of your length disappearing and reemerging within his grasp steals his attention. Precum begins to overflow, sliding down your shaft and over his knuckles. The distinct sound of wet skin rubbing against wet skin drowns your minds in a pleasant haze, and you can't stop the smile that comes from noticing how red the tips of Scott's ears have become. Then, once he's satisfied with how slicked up you are, he'll position himself in just the spot where your tip comfortably nudges against his entrance; a prelude to the pleasure about to come.
Trembling thighs rest on either side of your hips, his pelvis hovers above your dick as he strokes it a few times, attempting to push the tip inside. Your guidance is gentle, letting Scott control how soon he sinks down on your cock and when he begins to bounce on it. Fingers rest on his waist, and he sighs contently, finally feeling the stretch of your length entering his body. It's kinda cute when just the tip is enough to make your lover gasp and tighten his hold on you, regardless of how many times you go through the motions.
Like a lock and key, Scott's body opens right up after the initial penetration. He braces himself on your chest, working further down your length until the stretch coaxes out those airy moans that drive you wild ā that delicate āAh~ ooooohh godā¦ā under his breath. The one that never fails to make your heart skip a beat and your dick throb.
Scott surely notices too. His hips find their rhythm, easing another inch or two deeper inside, then growing impatient and taking you in full with one determined plop. The sudden depth of your cock earns a reaction from each of you: with Scott's thighs squishing your body between them while a deep, triumphant moan falls from his lips, and your back arching as you chase more of his soft insides that massage your dick at every slight movement.
āAhā that didn't t-take longā nnghā¦ā you manage through gritted teeth. The atmosphere is quickly filled with pathetic panting, and with the increasing pace of Scott's ride, you're just shy of sticking your tongue out like a dog.
All that erratic movement has caused the top button of his shirt to pop open, and just a glimpse of his chest hair peeking out through the opening makes you drool too. Your hand slides up to that spot, groping him while your hips snap upwards, causing him to gasp and meet your thrusts with an equal amount of vigor.
āThat'sā ghnā¦ feels niceā¦ā he hums, grinding his hips in all directions, stirring up another wave of searing hot pleasure as you feel every inch of him squeeze around your length and watch his cock leak precum onto your stomach. āAhnā!! Aahā¦ hitting just the right spotā!!ā
The overwhelming pressure that's built up inside you grows stronger, until it suddenly snaps ā your cock squeezes as deep as it will reach and your warmth fills Scott's body unexpectedly. Tears that you didn't even notice quickly flow from the corners of your eyes, which only makes you feel more embarrassedā¦
āS-sorryā! That wasn'tā¦ haahā¦ the planāā you wheeze between breaths. You want nothing more than to crawl under the covers and hide until this feeling passes, but your lover is all too eager to push your limits.
He hastily grinds on your cock, determined to milk you for all you're worth. āBabe- that was- need to see that againā¦ā he says with a determination that's usually reserved for saving lives or something of equal caliber. But right now, he's using that energy to crush your pelvis beneath his greedy self, only giving a cocky smile when you tell him that you just came.
Pleas and cries fall on deaf ears. You didn't even mean to cum yet, and now it seems like you're going to be here until you have nothing left to giveā¦
Ayato stops in the hallway. He can hear noises from Thomaās room. Sometimes Thoma has trouble sleeping and whenever Ayato notices this, he comes in to soothe him. He slightly opens the door and pauses. There's another person in the room. The lamp on Thomaās bedside table is illuminating the room well enough for him to see what's going on.
Strained gasps of pain leave Thomaās constricted throat. āShut up.ā You whisper. āDo you really want Ayato to see you enjoying yourself like this?ā
Thoma shakes his head. āIām notā Iāā
āDon't lie. Youāve already come twice, you love getting your little pussy stretched out.ā
āBe- because youāā His mouth hangs open as your grip on his throat gets tighter. āPlease!ā
āIf you don't want me to come inside, you better shut your mouth.ā
Thoma sniffles as tears run down his cheeks.
Without a second thought, Ayato reaches for his boner.
āGod, you feel so good, puppy.ā You groan, releasing his throat from your hold to reach for his breasts. He starts to sob.
Ayato knows he should go in and save his boyfriend but no part of him actually wants to. He needs to see Thoma getting defiled like this. Especially by you.
āI feel bad that Ayato wasn't the one to take your virginity. He's missing out.ā
Thoma whimpers and sobs. āPleaseā please hurryāā
āDidn't I tell you to be quiet?ā You choke him again. āI can't even enjoy myself without you whining. We made a deal, didn't we?ā
āHe- heās gonna- heāā
Your thrusts come to a halt. You cover Thomaās mouth and come inside him, completely ruining him with your seed. There's so much. āI told you to shut up.ā You pull out.
Ayato comes in his pants and quietly hurries off. He wishes he could've stayed to see the cum dripping out of Thomaās pussy.
āIs something wrong, Thoma?ā Ayato asks, focusing on his paperwork so he doesn't get a boner. He knows it's awful but it's too fucking hot.
āIā¦Iām okay, waka.ā His legs are trembling. He still hasn't recovered from last night. He can't stop you or tell Ayato. You're staying at the estate while on business on the behalf of a section in the Yashiro Commission and you found blackmail good enough to get Thoma to become your pet.
Thoma loves Ayato so much that he's been doing shady things behind his back. He sells and trades information as well as heavily coveted items all for the benefit of the Kamisato Clan and in turn, the Yashiro Commission. Among other, bloodier things.
āIāve been thinking about having [Name] stay around permanently.ā Ayatoās gaze remains on his work. āItās better this way.ā He adds. It's undeniably true, youāre already thriving here. Plus, from what he knows about you, it wouldn't be an issue for you to move in. You've known Ayato for years too, you fit right in at the Kamisato Household.
āOh.ā Thoma feels sick. Knowing that youād be gone in two weeks was one of the only things keeping him going. He doesn't know if he can handle it permanently.
āYou don't like that?ā
āNo, youā¦you're rightā¦it isā¦better.ā Thoma nods. He can't say no.
āMaybe you should take a break, you don't look too well.ā Ayato finally looks at Thoma. āLock the door on your way out. I have a meeting and I don't want to be disturbed.ā
Thoma nods again and hurries out of the room without saying anything. He looks like he's about to break down.
Ayato turns his computer on and opens a program that allows him to see the live footage from the kamera he hid in Thomaās room. He unsheathes his cock and languidly strokes himself as he watches Thoma curl up in bed and cry like a dirty pervert.
He sits up in excitement when he sees you entering the room.
āAw, you're crying again?ā You smile. āDon't worry, puppy, I won't come inside you again as long as you're good. Just two more weeks.ā
Thoma cries harder because he knows thatās not the case anymore.
āHere, let daddy comfort you.ā You force him onto his back and remove his pants. You stick your head in between his legs and eat him out.
āMmphā no-ā He covers his mouth. His body jerks around in pleasure. He doesn't want to come again. Every orgasm brings him further and further away from Ayato. Ayato hasn't even seen him fully naked before. How is he supposed to act around him now?
Thoma whines and kicks you. You pause. His heart drops.
āUngrateful whore.ā You slap him hard enough to make a glaring red mark on his cheek. āYou make this so difficult. Do you want Ayato to find out about those things you were doing? I still have the evidence, Thoma.ā
Ayato couldn't care less about what the blackmail is, he's more excited about how you're using it.
āIām sorry- Iām sorry!ā
āIām sorry what?ā
He sniffles. āIām sorry, daddyā¦Iā¦Iāll beā¦Iāll be a good puppy..ā
āThat's it.ā You stand up and reveal your hard dick. āCome on. Show me what you've learned.ā
Thoma shakily comes over to you. He starts to suck you off through tears. His mouth already hurts. It doesn't help that his cheek is stinging.
āPull your shirt up.ā
He pulls it up so you can admire his tits. Ayato tried to take it slow so he could fully savor this but now that he can really see the two of you and the way Thomaās mouth stretches for your girth, he can't stop himself from having an orgasm.
āCome on, touch them.ā You run your fingers through his hair and gently grip his hair. He begrudgingly complies. His eyes flutter to look at you and silently beg you to be gentle. You almost feel psychic for understanding it. āYou deserve this. You should be grateful I decided to do this out of any other punishment.ā You force him to take as much of your length as he can. His tears come out faster but he doesn't stop groping himself nor does he attempt to stop you. He's starting to accept his situation.
He doesn't like it, but you're right. This is a far better punishment.
āGood puppy.ā You pull him back just a couple inches away so you can properly fuck his mouth. Ayato feels his dick quickly springing back to life. He can see your dick bulging through his cheeks. He might pass out from how turned on he is.
Thoma feels relieved when he notices that you're getting close. You have an unholy amount of stamina, meaning you can go multiple rounds, but you usually stop after one load.
Your cum escapes from Thomaās mouth as he struggles to swallow it. You pull out and stay still, signifying to Thoma that he has to fully clean your cock first. Which isā¦still hard. Your sex drive is naturally pretty high and you've lived with that unfortunate issue long enough to be able to deal with it effectively. If you so choose, you can just come once or twice and wait for it to go down afterwards with no issue. You gave Thoma a brief rundown so he hopes that's what you're planning to do now. It's the middle of the day, you can't possibly want to skip work any longer, right?
Thoma looks up at you once he finishes.
Right?
āBend over.ā
Thomaās expression twists into horror. He doesn't want to feel that again. āPleaseā¦Youāllā¦youāll get in trouble if you stay! You canā¦fuck my tits, or- or my thighs!ā He squishes his breasts to entice you. āPleaseā¦daddy.ā
āYou're such a smooth talker, Thoma.ā You chuckle and pick him up. You lay him back down onto his bed. āIāll take up your offer since you're so cute.ā You slide your cock in between his thick thighs and start to thrust. He twitches from the undeniably pleasurable feeling of your cock rubbing against his cunt.
He keeps groping himself and encourages himself to keep crying to make you come faster and it works.
āSee you tonight.ā You get up and compose yourself. Thoma shudders at the thought of whatever you're planning.
Later on, Thoma finally told Ayato what happened. He was crying too hard to properly explain everything, all he could say was what you did to him but not why.
āHe said that?ā You scoff. āThomaās a liar. He asked for it.ā
āReally?ā Ayato raises an eyebrow.
āI didn't want to do this but..ā You reach into your pocket and pull out your phone. You open it up to an album in your camera roll and hand it over for Ayato to see.
Blood rushes to his cock as he goes through the photos and videos of Thoma looking like a slut. āSo he..ā
āIām sorry, you're my best friend but you know how hard it is for me to hold back when someone throws themselves at meā¦He told me you were okay with it.ā
āI have toā¦think about this.ā Ayato hands you your phone and hurries off so he can satisfy himself with the memory of those pictures.
He's glad he's your best friend. Youāve known each other for a long time and he isn't ashamed to admit that he started looking at you differently as the two of you reached adulthood. He couldn't stop himself from fantasizing about what you looked like naked, how big your dick is, how rough you could be, and so on. Part of him wanted to be on the receiving end while the other part wanted to see it happening to someone else. He's fine with openly expressing himself but he didn't want you to be uncomfortable so he kept his thoughts and his heaps of pornographic material to himself. He never thought he'd get the opportunity to see this and definitely not with his own boyfriend, even though he's already been jerking off to the idea for ages.
Ayato loves Thoma, but not in all the ways that matter. He loves his loyalty, shyness, and obedience. He doesn't see him as a lover but as a doll to tease and watch, like one of the subjects in his porn collection. He briefly considered bribing you to fuck Thoma but he should've known that pretty little doll was tempting enough on his own.
Thoma falls to the ground and desperately tries to crawl backwards to get away from you. The slap mark on his cheek is even more red. āIā I didn't-ā
āYou didn't what? You can't lie, mutt. You don't know how to keep your mouth shut. The only good thing about you is your body.ā You pin him to the floor and tear his clothes off. Your hand slides up to his throat to keep him still while you take out your length.
āPlease-ā He coughs. He thought Ayato would kick you out immediately.
āEverything would've been okay if you just followed orders like a good dog.ā You spank his cunt repeatedly.
Thomaās eyes light up when he sees the door open to your bedroom. āAyatoā!ā
You turn to look at him. Ayato closes and locks the door behind him, doing what you were too pissed off to do yourself. āKeep going.ā He walks a bit to find a good angle to watch.
Thomaās heart drops. āWh- what?ā
āKeep going. He deserves it.ā Ayato takes his pants off. āI want to see you punish him. Use him, [Name].ā
You chuckle. āOf course.ā You force yourself inside him.
Thoma flails around defiantly. āWhy?!ā He sobs, scratching your arm as he tries to get your hand off of his throat. He can't believe Ayato is just standing there, jerking off to his assault.
āI love seeing you like this, Thoma. You're perfect. I love you, baby.ā Ayato says lovingly. He moans at the view of his stomach bulging.
āSee, puppy, you're not betraying him. You're making him feel good.ā You start thrusting. He can barely breathe from how aggressive you are. āYou want to make him happy, don't you?ā You let go of his throat.
Thoma struggles to catch his breath. He looks at his boyfriend. His heart is beating out of his chest. Ayato still loves him, he's not mad. Thoma reaches for him. āAyatoā mmhg-ā
āTurn him onto his knees.ā Ayato orders. You comply without complaint, making Thomaās hands press against the ground while his knees keep him at the right height for him to continue getting fucked. Ayato gets closer and kneels down in front of Thoma. You slow down your thrusts for him. His delicate hands move to cup his boyfriendās chin. He smiles before leaning in to kiss him. More tears stream down Thomaās face as he desperately reciprocates. He feels disgusting but he loves Ayato more than anything.
āIs daddy making you feel good, puppy?ā Ayato asks, lovingly fixing Thomaās hair. His soft and sweet attitude is sending mixed signals to Thomaās brain. āIs he big enough for you?ā
Thoma blushes. He needs to make Ayato happy. āYe- yes, daddyās cock isā mmmgh~ā His eyes roll back as he squirts. You haven't even touched him aside from those slaps to his cunt. āBih- big enough~ā
āGood boy.ā Ayato reaches for his dick.
Thoma opens his mouth with the intention to suck him off but Ayato kisses him again instead.
āIām close.ā You groan.
āDonāt pull out. That's what happens when he's a bad dog, right?ā Ayato licks his lips.
āThat's right.ā You smile. Thoma starts to cry again as he feels you filling him up again.
āItās okay, puppy.ā Ayato leans into Thomaās ear. āI want you to keep being bad for me.ā
Thoma sniffles and nods. His upper body collapses towards the ground. He starts sobbing harder. He's scared because he knows you're going to break him. He's already fucked up enough as it is but if it's Ayatoās will, he'll do anything.
You pull out and Ayato walks over to you, silently asking you to move a little back so he can kneel behind Thoma. Ayato turns him onto his back, spreading his legs and eagerly eating your cum out of his pussy. Thoma whimpers but doesn't stop him, he just lays there with his eyes closed. He just wants to fall asleep.
You grab Ayato's waist and slide your cock in between his ass, fucking it like a hot dog bun. He moans and wiggles around, inviting you to do whatever you want. āAlready prepped.ā Ayato says in between licks.
āYeah? How long have you been watching us?ā
āSince last night~ā He reaches over to play with Thomaās nipples. Tears quietly roll down the blondās face as he processes what he just heard.
āShit, I would've let you join from the start.ā Your cock pushes past Ayatoās rim. His eyes roll to the back of his skull as you stretch him wider than any dildo heās used.
āFuck, yeahā just fuck me~ā Ayato moves his hips back and forth, pulling away from Thomaās cunt so he can moan properly. āUhn~! Like that~!ā
Thoma opens his eyes, heart hurting at the sight of his lover enjoying himself so much. Would he act like this if Thoma wasn't so afraid of losing his virginity? If he just gave in, would he even be in this situation? He grabs Ayatoās shoulders and thrusts his hips, trying to prove that he can make him
feel better.
Ayato rubs his cock against Thomaās pussy, too blissed out to even care about what Thomaās trying to do. āYes! Yes!ā Ayato gasps.
āGonna come, baby-ā You groan.
Thoma frowns, he should be the only one who gets to call Ayato that.
āOh Godā come inside me-!ā Ayato cries out as he comes on his boyfriendās stomach. Thoma pulls Ayato into a kiss, sobbing and heaving in between breaths, and tries to convince himself that he's okay with all this. He has to be, this is all he has. Like Ayato told him before, no one else will ever love him. Your treatment of him is enough proof. āI love you, Thoma.ā Ayato says, as if he read his mind.
How do you think different members of the Batfam (Dick, Jason, Bruce) react to having a top male reader who treats them as if theyāre more feminine than they actually are? I think itāll be funny if they complained or teased the reader about his obsession with their pecs and rear. Semi-forced feminization but itās kinda not on purpose?
Warnings: Sub/Implied Bottom Characters, Dom/Implied reader, AMAB reader but no pronouns are used, feminization (DUHH) established relationships. No use of y/n.
Note: Bro. Reader is me, and I am the reader. I DON'T LIKE THAT MAN UNLESS HE LOOKS LIKE A GIRL (ą¹ĖĢź“ĖĢą¹) !! (And all men, as far as I'm concerned, do.)
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Bruce Wayne
At first, Bruce thinks you're just continuing the joke his kids make about him being a worry hen of a mother figure. Calling him Miss Wayne and Mama. When you continue with the feminine nicknames, going as far as to refer to him as your wife in interviews, Bruce realizes it's more of a thing for you than some light-hearted fun.
He thinks it's amusing and eggs your comments on quite a bit. Tapping his ass and groping, while surprising, is normal in a lot of relationships, but the pec fondling? That gets Bruce to squirm (at least mentally).
I don't see him as physically sensitive in any regard, but he can't wrap his mind around your fixation on his chest. He knows he's in shape, but Bruce is pretty old school, so he thinks it's an obsession that's charmingly misplaced.
At the end of the day, he doesn't mind either way. More than happy to make you happy with something as simple as his body. Oh, we all know the sexy red silk robe he often wears around the manor is being tied to it's most minimum.
Bruce Wayne...with inverted nipples. Puffy and red that have to be teased and pinched outwards. He wouldn't get them pierced, but you could totally get him to wear nipple clamps. BATMAN HAVING TO WEAR BAND-AIDS OVER HIS NIPS UNDER HIS UNIFORM!!!
Your unintentional aspect of it isn't something he minds too much; it's just another one of your many unique quirks. He's seen stranger kinks in his time.
Dick Grayson
HE KNOWS. OKAY? Gah!
I think he's always had a nice ass, but the jokes really started when he donned Discowing to show it off. Since then, he has put in extra work into his routine to make it really pop. I also think Dick is the only sibling, other than Cass, who works out specifically for bodybuilding. Everyone else does it strictly to keep strong and stay in shape.
That's all to say, Dick totally intentionally teases you for your fixation on his supple body. That, he's used to. The nicknames, not so much. He isn't a sucker for them, but it does make him feel giddy, and that you're more doting than you would be otherwise. It's super cute to watch the way he perks up with a big grin every time you call for him.
He'll play along with your fantasies, practically expanding on them without you. Call his tight hole a used pussy, his breast a perky set of cute tits. God, what an attention slut! Walking around without a bra... Dick thinks it's a bit silly, but it makes him happy to indulge you.
He also starts exclusively referring to himself in feminine terms from your influence. He's your girlfriend, your pretty thing...it becomes so natural that when he slips up and calls himself a big sister, he has to step back and reevaluate himself. He...tries not to think about that instance.
Jason Todd
He acts sooo annoyed omg. You're giving him everything that he wants, and he hates you for it!! He feels embarrassed that you're able to meet his...not freak but...well, you know.
How he responds is all about how condescending you are about it, which, if you're doing it unintentionally, probably isn't much. At first, Jason is highly defensive, thinking that you're making fun of him rather than you sharing the same interest he does. When he finally realizes you're not...he's pleasantly surprised.
I see feminization as a bit of an entryway to subspace for Jason, so the bulk of it isn't about how much of a sexy hotshot babe he is, and more that he's your girlfriend :) . And that he's able to exist on a sort of cloud nine when he's around you. A caretaker, dare I say. Though I don't think he likes to be babied too much, just silently taken care of.
I won't go into too much more detail with Jason since I have a whole hc list ('I'm every woman'), but I will say Jason is more thick and muscular than he is plump. With an itty bitty waist...ough. I wanna put his hair in pig tails so bad and just pull on them like an asshole.
heyo heyo heyo! Nice to see more top male reader blogs popping up, we need more of em
Sooo...my first request is... breastfeeding? I like men with big booba lactating and nursing us. You can use whichever bat boys ( Ā“_ć`)
-š anon
!Good Googly Moogly, That Thang is Juicy!
Note: When I tell you I got this ask and clenched my fist in joy. Mama, I've made it, my first emoji anon! I've actually done a lot of research on this topic out of curiosity, and AMAB individuals can lactate, but it's extremely rare. If they do it's either hormone-induced with estrogen and other drugs, or it's because of severe medical issues like organ failure. I couldn't see Dick undergoing such lengths unless you want to write him as MtF, but!! I wrote him as FtM to fit the bill. Hope you don't mind!
Warnings: FtM character (male terminology is used: tdick, pecs, etc. Breast is used in context of the general area.), very mild condescending baby talk (included because this is NOT supposed to be ageplay/regression), chest play/lactation (obvi), vaginal fingering (kind of a handjob?), no pronouns used for reader, established relationship. No use of y/n.
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Bludhaven's ass this, Gotham's ass that, the world may be able to admire your boyfriend's perfect behind through the tight Nightwing suit, but these fat, juicy pecs before you are yours, and yours alone.
Naturally, you're distracted by them as Dick yammers on about this and that. Something about drama back at the manor, one of his brothers said this, his sister said that, whatever. Old news. What is enticing is the stretch of the wifebeater he's got on. The white ribs colored ever so slightly by the brown of his nips kept at bay. He hasn't got his binder on, letting the boys hang free as he moves about the kitchen to finish his late-night coffee. When you don't respond to Dicks pester about going down to visit, he frowns and turns with a playful pout, expecting to see you zoned out or on your phone. Instead, he catches you in the act. Your gaze zeroed in on the weight of his chest.
"My eyes are up here, gorgeous." He chuckles, crossing his arms in a manner that props them up better. Your attention always got him hot. It was as if your gaze alone penetrated the depths of his physical self, and he was left naked for you to see. Not that you haven't, but did you always have to eye fuck him so intensely? "C'mon, I thought we were gonna have a fun night in. Catch up on our show?"
You're on his heel when he moves to the living room, doing all the little things he can to tease. Bending over long to simply place his mug down, sighing sensually when he finally sits down, and batting those long lashes your way once comfy. The act slips some for a giggle when you drop yourself over him. You waited seven minutes into the episode before pawing at his shirt. Dick'll give you that much.
"What, baby, hm?" He purrs, stroking over your head, "You need something?" You turn from the screen to nose at the side of his breast. Inhaling slightly to get that sweet, sweet scent of his. It's all too easy to palm over his nipples, even through his faux tuts, and prod the areolas back to life. Even hard, they're swollen. "You and your fixation...I swear."
Dick acts like it's a chore to throw his shirt off, pretending he's not just as eager as he is to get your mouth on him. He has a slight tan line from where his binder usually sits, and it's a delicious difference from the rest of his tan complexion. Dicks hand covers one of your own, giving it a small squeeze when he leans in to kiss you. "Be gentle, okay? No teeth." It's a half-hearted scold he points your way before relaxing back into the couch cushions.
He's a good C cup to balance out the fat of his ass, not perfectly round, but they sit smooth enough for you to roll your tongue over no problem, and you do exactly that. Licking up from where they mold into his abdomen, over the weight of them, and across his pebbing brown nipple. Dick shudders, smiling down at you as you begin to have your fun. People always say he has a paternal side to him, only if they knew how far his indulgence went.
Dick tries to focus on the episode at hand when you latch, massaging up and down your neck as you casually nurse. He doesn't know why he bothers; the dialogue and plot are all lost on him as soon as the let-down reflex begins. Just as a babe does, the second milk hits your tongue, your suckles ease into a gentle suction rather than an impatient nip and pull (he's had to smack that habit out of you). It's relaxing as it is arousing, though only because you make it so every time. So he feels no guilt in digging into his boxers when you switch pec to lick up the others' involuntary leakage. He shifts, moving to spread his thighs apart and rub at his flaps. Having to comb through his pubes before dipping into himself. Dick doesn't venture far, merely feeling himself in tune with your audible swallows and sighs.
Slowly, his boxers dampen the longer he circles over his tdick. The conjoined moaning of you both rising after one another. True to your word, you avoid biting his tender bits, only around it. His chest is a mess of spit, drool, and splotchy red under your mouth. "You're so cute," Dick breathes out, puckering his lips towards you. "Just a big baby, huh? Mh, yeah, you are. My baby. My favorite-ah, shit." His head rolls back against the couch cushion and closes just to exist beside you. He's in no rush to cum, and you're far from done with his chest, so all Dick can do is coo and try to pass the time with this stupid show neither of you cares about.
heyo heyo heyo! Nice to see more top male reader blogs popping up, we need more of em
Sooo...my first request is... breastfeeding? I like men with big booba lactating and nursing us. You can use whichever bat boys ( Ā“_ć`)
-š anon
!Good Googly Moogly, That Thang is Juicy!
Note: When I tell you I got this ask and clenched my fist in joy. Mama, I've made it, my first emoji anon! I've actually done a lot of research on this topic out of curiosity, and AMAB individuals can lactate, but it's extremely rare. If they do it's either hormone-induced with estrogen and other drugs, or it's because of severe medical issues like organ failure. I couldn't see Dick undergoing such lengths unless you want to write him as MtF, but!! I wrote him as FtM to fit the bill. Hope you don't mind!
Warnings: FtM character (male terminology is used: tdick, pecs, etc. Breast is used in context of the general area.), very mild condescending baby talk (included because this is NOT supposed to be ageplay/regression), chest play/lactation (obvi), vaginal fingering (kind of a handjob?), no pronouns used for reader, established relationship. No use of y/n.
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Bludhaven's ass this, Gotham's ass that, the world may be able to admire your boyfriend's perfect behind through the tight Nightwing suit, but these fat, juicy pecs before you are yours, and yours alone.
Naturally, you're distracted by them as Dick yammers on about this and that. Something about drama back at the manor, one of his brothers said this, his sister said that, whatever. Old news. What is enticing is the stretch of the wifebeater he's got on. The white ribs colored ever so slightly by the brown of his nips kept at bay. He hasn't got his binder on, letting the boys hang free as he moves about the kitchen to finish his late-night coffee. When you don't respond to Dicks pester about going down to visit, he frowns and turns with a playful pout, expecting to see you zoned out or on your phone. Instead, he catches you in the act. Your gaze zeroed in on the weight of his chest.
"My eyes are up here, gorgeous." He chuckles, crossing his arms in a manner that props them up better. Your attention always got him hot. It was as if your gaze alone penetrated the depths of his physical self, and he was left naked for you to see. Not that you haven't, but did you always have to eye fuck him so intensely? "C'mon, I thought we were gonna have a fun night in. Catch up on our show?"
You're on his heel when he moves to the living room, doing all the little things he can to tease. Bending over long to simply place his mug down, sighing sensually when he finally sits down, and batting those long lashes your way once comfy. The act slips some for a giggle when you drop yourself over him. You waited seven minutes into the episode before pawing at his shirt. Dick'll give you that much.
"What, baby, hm?" He purrs, stroking over your head, "You need something?" You turn from the screen to nose at the side of his breast. Inhaling slightly to get that sweet, sweet scent of his. It's all too easy to palm over his nipples, even through his faux tuts, and prod the areolas back to life. Even hard, they're swollen. "You and your fixation...I swear."
Dick acts like it's a chore to throw his shirt off, pretending he's not just as eager as he is to get your mouth on him. He has a slight tan line from where his binder usually sits, and it's a delicious difference from the rest of his tan complexion. Dicks hand covers one of your own, giving it a small squeeze when he leans in to kiss you. "Be gentle, okay? No teeth." It's a half-hearted scold he points your way before relaxing back into the couch cushions.
He's a good C cup to balance out the fat of his ass, not perfectly round, but they sit smooth enough for you to roll your tongue over no problem, and you do exactly that. Licking up from where they mold into his abdomen, over the weight of them, and across his pebbing brown nipple. Dick shudders, smiling down at you as you begin to have your fun. People always say he has a paternal side to him, only if they knew how far his indulgence went.
Dick tries to focus on the episode at hand when you latch, massaging up and down your neck as you casually nurse. He doesn't know why he bothers; the dialogue and plot are all lost on him as soon as the let-down reflex begins. Just as a babe does, the second milk hits your tongue, your suckles ease into a gentle suction rather than an impatient nip and pull (he's had to smack that habit out of you). It's relaxing as it is arousing, though only because you make it so every time. So he feels no guilt in digging into his boxers when you switch pec to lick up the others' involuntary leakage. He shifts, moving to spread his thighs apart and rub at his flaps. Having to comb through his pubes before dipping into himself. Dick doesn't venture far, merely feeling himself in tune with your audible swallows and sighs.
Slowly, his boxers dampen the longer he circles over his tdick. The conjoined moaning of you both rising after one another. True to your word, you avoid biting his tender bits, only around it. His chest is a mess of spit, drool, and splotchy red under your mouth. "You're so cute," Dick breathes out, puckering his lips towards you. "Just a big baby, huh? Mh, yeah, you are. My baby. My favorite-ah, shit." His head rolls back against the couch cushion and closes just to exist beside you. He's in no rush to cum, and you're far from done with his chest, so all Dick can do is coo and try to pass the time with this stupid show neither of you cares about.
how about Top male reader who fucked Dick Grayson so hard that he cried and after that they both became more lovey dovey ~
ß¹š„¦ß¹ Cry, Cry, Cry All Night (ĖĢ£Ģ£Ģ„įÆ ĖĢ£Ģ£Ģ„)
Warnings: Sub/Bottom Dick, Dom/Top reader, AMAB but no pronouns are used for reader, crying (obvi), finishing untouched, multiple rounds implied, established relationship. No use of (y/n).
Note: My baby!! Wah, live, laugh, love, Dick Grayson. Hope you enjoy!!
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It's hard to hold back with a guy as cute as Dick. He's expressive, playful, full of energy, and horny as a rabbit in the height of breeding season. No matter how many times you empty your load in his hole, he's begging for another round.
"Again, baby, please, 'gain, 'gain. Need another one." Your boyfriend gasps beneath you, blindly reaching back to grab at your pistoning hips. He's down on his knees, arms collapsed under him to fist at his pillow, with his ass arched high. Your cock is raw (in both cloth and sensitivity), stuck in a limbo of never-ending hardness. Out from his rim dripped a thick creamy white staining both your balls and the bedsheets below. Damn, doesn't this guy ever fucking tire?
"Hah-don't, don't pull out, please [name]," He pants, voice dipping into a whine. His hips circle before yours, grinding your cock in a sweet drill against his sore prostate. "Stay inside? Stay...augh, don't wanna waste it. Waste you." Dick sighs when you lean over him, coming down to cage his toned and fucked out body against the bedding. Relishing in the fullness below. Distantly, he was sure that if he looked, his stomach bulged.
Awkwardly, he turns to meet you for a kiss, both of your lips plump and tender from overuse and bites. One more, you mumble hoarsely, and Dick whines. One more, you repeat, pinching hard at his ass until he nods to agree. "Angle...angle..." He squirms when you pull back, shivering as if a warm blanket had been torn off in the cold. It's a heavy slide to slip your cock out til the tip, even overused Dicks rim hooks on.
With a slight tap, he forces himself back up on all fours, taking a moment to collect himself and breathe. His vision blurred as he stared at the headboard, and then fluttered shut when you shoved back in. At that first thrust, he nearly collapsed back down, only to be propped up by your firm grip. Having reached around and under his arm to grasp his jaw. It was a weird angle, but it kept him up as you fucked in and out of him at a high pace. Each pump punches a stifled groan from the man before you. He keens and whines, one hand pawing at the one digging into his skin, and the other once again reaching for his hip. If he wanted to be sure he could aid in the power behind your thrusts, but Dicks was far too relaxed to do anything but hold you.
Then you heard it, the sniffing. Then a different kind of wetness dampens the back of your hand than the drool that had been. Panic raised before it just as quickly settled, and you smiled to yourself. Exaughsted, but pleased. You coo, bringing Dick all the way back against your chest to hug him. By his hip, your leg raises for added leverage to thrust, and Dick lets you hear how much he loves it. "Ah," he drawls, head dipping back against your shoulder. "Ah, ah, jesus. Fuck, s' so good hunny, yer so good." He weeps freely, almost oblivious to his own tears streaming down his tan face. "Ah-ah! C'ming, cumming, cumming on yer cock!" Dick thrashes, curling this way and that as you struggle to restrain the block of pure muscle in your arms.
His neglected cock shoots a lousy stream across your bedsheets, and similarly, you fill Dicks ass with the last of your storage. You take a long minute to breathe together, panting in unison before you wipe at his tears. Kissing softly over the cusp of his ear and temple. Slowly, you lay him back down, intentionally away from the semen bath you'll have to wash out. Dick hisses when you finally, finally pull out, ghosting over his abused hole. Utilizing the small, unoccupied area of your bed, you lie down with him, curling up over his sweaty body in relief. He clicks at you, nudging until you maneuver enough to meet his lips. His hands pull at your waist as your own touch under his eyes. Such a pretty boy, you murmur.
I looooove your works! I wanted to ask, what do you think Tim's kinks are?
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Warning: Tim actually needs them: Stalking, dubcon, mention of free use/public sex. Otherwise pretty bulletted. Sub character, AMAB but no pronouns are used for reader, established relationship. No use of (y/n).
Note: I hate him omggggg!! Thank you for requesting (Ė¶Ėš·ĖĖ¶)
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*smokes blunt* ooughhh, mama. Mh mh mh.Ā
So. You flip open Webster's dictionary and find the noun āStalkā, under its verb is a photo of Tim Drake himself. We all know that. But Tim doesnāt waste his film or energy shifting through your normalcies and blurry photos; no, after learning all your norms, he only saves the best of the best. Thereās a camera in your bedroom, your bathroom, your living room, and the only one you know about is the one outside your front door. Feigning the protective boyfriend when he installed all these security measures around your apartment.
Tim watches the shit out of you. During his investigations, your feed is a minimized tab in the corner of his screen. Heās always checking the movement alerts he gets when you move from one room to the next. After joining the dark knight ranks, Tim hasnāt had such a rush of obsessive indulgence since. Youāre that new fix.
Naturally, heās always touching himself to what you're doing, and he gets off on the idea of you being so oblivious to his desires. You think you know all there is to know about Tim's intensities, and that he respects your boundaries, but youāre wrong. Heās much more deprived than his hero persona would have you believe.
On top of that, he loves subtly bringing up topics that occur while heās watching you. A new book, a TV show, maybe someone you ran into at the store. For all you know, heās using his investigative skills, but he knows heās just charming you further by being scummy. Isnāt that hot? (Eh.)
A lot of his kinks are like that. Subjugating you to things youāre not even playing at. Tim might enjoy being manhandled and tossed around in the bedroom, but thereās nothing he loves more than having control.Ā
Letās bring it in there, though!! Sex isnāt sex without two participants after all. (Alas.)
Brat taming is really hard for me to write (because if ur being so difficult, just go jerk off tf?), but Tim absolutely adores being put into his place. That encompasses all the usual domineering methods: spanking, edging, marking, hair pulling, the likes. Tim likes it hard, and he wants it to feel good long after a session. Sitting on his sore ass all day after a long night? Gold.
Tim is a sadomasochist! I stand by this (personally, Iām a sadist, so I write masochistic Tim more), but he enjoys physically suffering as much as he likes mentally tormenting you.Ā
I also mentioned in my āhit it to the beatā blurb that Tim is enthralled by the idea of free use and exhibitionism, but its functionality in his life is slim to none. No, unfortunately, you cannot rail Wayne Enterprise heir Tim Drake in front of a meeting of higher-ups, and no, you canāt blow Red Robin in the middle of patrol. What a cruel, cruel world Gotham is.
He also just gets really irritated when interrupted with something, so āfree useā is more of ācan I pretend to pull you away for something at 1:38 PM today?ā kind of fantasy.
I canāt think of anything else rn, but Tim is definitely a character you can go off the deep end with. He loves pretending to be innocent with his rich kid background, but regularly surfs the dark web. He obeys Bruce's no-kill rule out of respect for his idol rather than actually agreeing with it himself. Heās a self-centered asshole who doesnāt like talking about his emotions. He wants to be the best of the best Robins and live up to the family name despite constantly feeling undermined. YET HEāS STILL EGOTISTICAL. AAAAAA
Would you be willing to write a little something something about Jason and feminization (ā Źā ĘŖā ļ¼¾ā 3ā ļ¼¾ā ļ¼I loved your headcanons ā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļø
šāؾš¢Ö“ą» I'm Every Woman āĖąæā«āĖąæ
Warning: Sub/Bottom character, AMAB reader, but no pronouns are used, spanking, hair pulling, feminization (Duhhh) established relationship. No use of (y/n).
Note: The people love Jason Todd. Dare I say the new people's princess? Thank you for your request and your support! (>į“ā¢) !
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As mentioned in my Jason kink hcs, I characterize him to be very lowkey in his self-feminization. Again, not out of shame for being feminine in itself, but the vulnerability it paints across his back. If Jason were to be more obvious about the fact, it would leave easy digs for other people to prod at. He canāt risk killing his bad boy aura!!
I also see it as a coping mechanism for Jason to relate back to his lack of childhood. Both out of passing at a young age and the hard life he lived before that in the slums. For Jason, itās more about barrets with bows and princess memorabilia than fishnets and red lipstick (though thatās great too). So itās a bit of age regression thrown in there.
You know the saying that women generally look better than men because men donāt take care of themselves properly? The little time Jason spent around Bruce before he died taught him the importance of putting yourself together. Daily eyeliner, mascara, and tinted lip balm is what Jason ought to wear before leaving the house if he wants to be presentable. No makeup makeup, you know?
Jason is also a really big guy. Most women's clothing isnāt suited for his body type (tragically). Heāll wear a pink shirt under a black hoodie, the same colored socks with dark, beat-up sneakers. Pin a portion of his bangs back with a sleek and simple bobby pin. Don a silver ring on his pinky with a tiny butterfly on it. Douse a spray of a flowery perfume on before layering a more hardy cologne. To Jason, itās enough. A simple indulgence.
If weāre talking sexually, howeverā¦
Okay!! Bring the makeup kit back out. This is where Jason likes to go full face. Nothing's hotter than taking in the state of him post fuck. Black tears streamed down his chiselled cheeks and neck. Glittery eyeshadow carelessly smeared, and his own natural flush breaking through the powdery one. Around his lips, the foundation breaks for drool and irritated red splitting from kisses and fingers alike. If youāre really lucky, his lipstick coats your cock in rings from the base up to your pretty tip.
Lingerie is hard to find in his size. Youāll have to order 3XL for panties and scrape the bottom of the barrel for a matching bra. (Anyone with big boobies knows itās impossible to find a fitted bra thatās also pretty). He canāt fit the really dainty classic sexy slips, even though you might spot a couple in the back of his closet as a collection, but he can wear the more simple creme basic ones. For all intents and purposes, it achieves the same thing.
Jason answers to āPrincessā around the clock. Pretty thing, sweetheart, angel. But only when heās dressed up as one will he respond to āpretty girlā, ābaby girlā, etc.Ā
I think Jason also prefers a rougher treatment when heās in this mood. Call him a whore, but not a slut. Pull the short strands of his hair like there's more to hold onto. For the love of good spank that ass of his!! The way itās halves pudge outside the lace is to die for. Nose between it. Bite him while youāre down there for me.
This is one of those things you canāt request of Jason; he has to bring it up to you for him to indulge. Remember, if you donāt make it a big thing, heāll revel in it.
thinking about that one hungry, sloppy cock-eating slut that just canāt get enough of you.
mouth wide open. tongue stuck out. cock fully devoured. knees spread apart. eyes rolled back. heās letting out choked little whines as his fingers pump and curl relentlessly in his own tight hole, evidently greedy for something else.Ā
heās slurring unintelligibly, hips rocking back and forth at an awkward angle as if seeking friction from your leg. anything to have your touch on him, even if it means reducing himself to an animal in heat. you tighten the grip you have on the back of his neck and he whimpers, ceasing his movements immediately. a simple warning to behave. one he understands.Ā
he hasnāt done anything to deserve this. he knows this, because youāre smiling at him in a way that shows youāre having funānot the sadistic, angry smile he sometimes catches glimpses of when you have him bent over your lap, delivering blow after blow onto the tender, bruised flesh of his backside until heās shrieking and weeping, repenting to you.Ā
sometimes, it isnāt simple pain or pleasure that you enjoy. no. youād rather have his desperation.Ā
one gentle push on the back of his head is enough to fully guide him down the thick, spit-soaked length of your cock until he feels it pushing at the back of his throat, and then extending past itā¦ and he takes that moment to plunge three of his fingers deep into his all-too-empty hole, imagining you filling him in their stead. the second your fingers tighten impossibly in his hair and lava-like warmth begins to spurt down his throat, heās shuddering and cumming all over the floor, never far behind.Ā
he knows what he looks like. knows that youāre enjoying it, if the deep, rewarding groan that makes his entire being vibrate has anything to say about it. and the moment he parts his lips to exhale, thinking that all of this is finally over and that youāll give him what he wantsāyouāre feeding the wet, cum-sticky tip of your cock into his mouth again, making him swallow it with a protesting cry.Ā
