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“You can’t fix him” I don’t wanna fix him! I wanna FUCK him! I’m a pervert not a psychologist!
GLORY BOX
warning - p links! dni if uncomfortable.
dc men (dick grayson, bruce wayne, jason todd, clark kent) x fem! reader
warning! must be logged into twt/x for you to see the links :p
incl ⤷ unprotected sex, oral, facefucking, rough sex, spanking, fingering, breeding kink/creampie, jerking off, cumshots, size kink (heavy in clark’s…couldn’t help it💔), anal play/fingering, public sex, car sex, hate fucking, male moaning, meow
ᯓᡣ𐭩 DICK GRAYSON
— he pounces on you once you’re alone
— mutual masturbation
— bf!dick who comes home from patrol all needy for you
— the ending to the classic “shut up”…”make me”
— size kink size kink size kink size kink
𓆰 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪ BRUCE WAYNE
— he’s just trying to ease your nerves before meeting the team!!
— fucking you on a yacht bc he’s bruce wayne
— husband!bruce who plays with your holes for stress relief :3
— he’s ruined other guys for you, all you crave is him
— fucking you after a gala
༉‧. JASON TODD
—“that’s it, take me all the way. fuuuckk.”
— bf!jason who sends you this shit so you’ll come home earlier
— he texts you “big dick is back in town” when he’s done w a mission
— somno with jason
— “ i hate you so fucking much.” “yeah? doesn’t seem like you hate my dick though..”
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ CLARK KENT
— husband!clark who eats you out and spells his name against your cunt with his tongue
— he’s too big so he has to fuck your thighs
— someone is not aware that he is … well endowed
— enjoys when you grind against him
— he makes himself smaller to function in everyday life and forgets how big he really is
When I’m reading a smut fic and tryna figure out what position they’re in
What its like as a teenage girl to read smut and they put mdni
Thinking about how Bruce Wayne cracks his wife every chance he gets when he's even slightly stressed
He's known peace for the longest time when he put a fat diamond on your finger and suddenly you became his little stress reliever. He's given you the option to be a stay at home wife, go shopping, get your nails done and have your hair cut; but he somehow always forgets his lunch and you, oh so sweet, bring it to him.
You walk into his office, clad in your normal every day attire, black, sleek, and the tiniest bit sexy and simply walk past the receptionist, who doesn't even bother looking at you because dammit Bruce is a committed husband.
So when you finally come into his office he's running his hand through his hair, "hey sweetie, how are you?" He subconsciously opens his legs for you to sit between them while you ramble about your day,
You expect him, like clockwork, to be reaching under your skirt and elsewhere, he knows you're so pliant, so obedient, that you simply let him,
"And she thinks, that I can't afford it—like as if! I was literally wearing Valentino, Bruce!" You huffed about a little altercation you had at the mall, to which Bruce hums into your shoulder, "that's ridiculous baby," you hummed as he pulled your panties aside to play. "Like, Brucie, what was I supposed to do?"
He shook his head and kissed your ear, "let me take care of it," and he always did.
BATBOYS GETTING A BLOW JOB 𓂃 ໑⠀⠀⠀
nsfw tw 𝜗ৎ — Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Aged up Damian Wayne. / English isn’t my first language, I use grammar checkers to translate. Some stuff might sound weird, sorry!
BRUCE WAYNE ✸
For Bruce Wayne, touching the sky with his hands is the same as having you on your knees in front of him. He’s not the type who goes for fast or messy; he wraps his fist firmly around your hair and lets you take all the time you need. He loves feeling your hot tongue tracing every vein of his cock with pure devotion, like you’ve got all the time in the world and want to spend every second of it worshipping him.
They say the eyes are the window to the soul, and Bruce would love to see yours—huge and glassy, spilling tears because he’s too big and you’re not sure you can take it all. His deep, rough voice would brush against your ear as he murmurs: “Fuck… such a good girl. Look at you, so pretty on your knees, lips stretched around my cock like you were made for this. Taking me so deep… so fucking well. My perfect, obedient girl. That’s it… just like that.”
”
DICK GRAYSON ✸
Dick Grayson learned a ton of things from his dad Bruce, but patience was never on that long list. He’s way too needy, way too desperate. He was already rock hard just from seeing you on your knees in front of him, but the second your lips brushed the tip, he completely lost it.
Still, he doesn’t want to be invasive or force you. But once you take him into your mouth and start actually sucking, the feeling hits him so hard that his hips move on their own, thrusting forward with the clear intention of making you take him all the way to the base. He moans and bites down on his lower lip in a way that’s so perfect, so broken, that it’s easy for you to start dripping like a broken faucet onto the floor of his apartment.
“Fuck, baby…” His voice comes out in little whimpers, no attempt to hold anything back. Dick is loud—shamelessly loud. “Fuck—fuck, baby… your mouth feels so fucking good. I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna fill that pretty little throat of yours until it’s overflowing. God, I love you so much… don’t you dare stop. Keep sucking me just like that—deeper, yeah, just like that… take every drop.”
JASON TODD ✸
Jason is obsessed with watching your lips wrapped around his cock. Not soft and gentle… that doesn’t suit him at all. If you decided to suck him off, it means you’re gonna let him fuck your damn face until you’re crying because it’s too much and you can’t take it anymore.
He grabs your head with both hands and pushes you down until the tip hits the back of your throat. He’s not forcing you into anything; he knows perfectly well that you love it like this, and he just goes along with your intense likes because he’s such an excellent boyfriend, obviously. He loves the feeling of stuffing your mouth completely full, of turning you into a wreck of spit, tears and desperate gasps.
“Come on, princess. You told me you could take it.” He teases, wearing that shit-eating grin. “And now look at you… choking on a real cock like a pathetic little thing. Such a good girl, aren’t you? So fucking good that you can’t even deepthroat without gagging and tearing up. You disappoint me. I expected more from my pretty girl. But it doesn’t matter. Keep trying. You still look so goddamn pretty with your lips stretched around me, drooling and struggling.”
TIM DRAKE ✸
I feel like Tim enjoys eating you out way more than letting you suck him off. Not that he doesn’t love it when you do it, of course he does, but he admits, a little embarrassed, that what really drives him crazy is when you suck his cock and eat his ass at the same time, until he ends up sitting on your face.
The way your tongue fucks his tight hole while you pump his cock at full speed with both hands makes him see stars. That wet, hot sound of your tongue curling against his prostate is enough to bring tears of pure pleasure to his eyes. He wants to bury himself deeper into your mouth, gripping the pillows with brutal force just so he doesn’t lose his balance.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he moans, biting down on his lower lip, eyes so glassy he can barely see through the tears. “Yes, yes, just like that, baby—don’t you dare stop. God, sweetheart, your tongue is a goddamn miracle, so wet and filthy and perfect. You’re gonna make me lose it—oh my God, I’m so close, I’m gonna fucking cum… ah—ah—ah—“
DAMIAN WAYNE ✸
Damian isn’t some pathetic, desperate guy. On the contrary, he’s a die-hard fanatic of pure, absolute devotion—the kind where he’s the master and you’re there solely to serve him. He’s the type who’d tie your hands behind your back with a tie or a silk scarf, leaving only your mouth at his complete disposal.
He’d let you braid your hair long just so he could pull it forward and back, controlling the exact rhythm with which he wants you to obey. He’s not a sadist: he lets you take him all the way to the back of your throat, but he pulls back the second he notices you’re truly choking and can’t take any more.
“That’s how I like it, beloved,” he murmurs softly near your ear. “Take me deeper. Make me feel how good you are at serving me, and I’ll give you exactly what a perfect little servant deserves. But if you fail me…You won’t sit for a week. I’ll make sure every mark I leave burns until you’re sobbing and begging me to stop.”
⠀ ⠀ ⠀© vendoe ⠀ minors dni ⠀ don’t copy or steal my fanfics
bruce wayne x wife!reader ⸝⸝⸝ bruce is really, really in love w you <3 fluff, suggestive-ish (wc: 531)
bruce wayne has known you for a long time now. he’s memorized you in every light, every season, every quiet little state of being. still, sometimes, you hit him like something brand new.
one morning, you’re sitting at the kitchen island in one of his shirts, half awake, eating strawberries straight from the carton. bruce stops in the doorway.
you glance up eventually. “what?”
“nothing,” he says.
“you’ve been standing there forever.”
he walks over, bends down, and kisses your temple like that explains anything.
you watch him suspiciously as he pulls away to pour his coffee. “you’re being weird.”
“you’re very beautiful.”
the way he says it is so solemn that you nearly laugh. “you’re just now figuring that out?”
“no.” he looks at you again, softer this time. “but knowing and getting used to it are apparently two very different things.”
you have to look away before he catches your shy smile. which is ridiculous, really. you’re capable of facing gotham’s worst and keeping its best-kept secret, but one painfully sincere compliment from your husband is enough to crack your composure.
♡⸝⸝
at galas, he’s somehow worse.
he’s already seen you get ready. he was the one who zipped up the dress while you fastened your earrings in the mirror. yet halfway through the evening, without fail, he looks up from an important conversation and finds you across the room.
you’re laughing at something he can’t hear, and his attention drifts further from the person in front of him with every second he watches. then your eyes meet his, and he doesn’t stand a chance.
his expression betrays him just enough for you to catch the exact moment he loses the thread of what he’s saying. you give him a second to recover, but he never quite does. taking pity on him, you cross the floor to put him out of his misery.
when you reach him, you adjust his tie. “close your mouth, handsome.”
“it’s not—”
“it was a little,” you correct, entirely too pleased with yourself.
he lets it go, too distracted by your perfume and how close you’re standing to remember whatever excuse he was about to give anyway.
♡⸝⸝
but it’s in bed, with all of his attention fixed on you, that you undo him completely.
you’re tangled together, everything warm and unhurried, when bruce stops mid-breath, his hands going still against your skin.
you open your eyes. “what’s wrong?”
he doesn’t answer. instead, his thumb finds your jaw, tracing it slowly, and the question dies between you. your heart does something stupid because he’s forgotten to be careful with his face. he’s looking at you like he still can’t believe the world made someone like you and then, for reasons he may never understand, let him keep you.
his thumb lingers at the curve of your face before he leans down and presses his mouth to the place where your neck meets your shoulder. you breathe his name into the dark and pull him closer.
afterward, he stays there, his forehead resting against yours while you both catch your breath. when his eyes open again, he’s still looking at you with that same wonder.
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