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saylorsaysstop · 3 months

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Sleeping Together | 18+

also shout out to @joyful-enchantress because after she commented on my Grayson post earlier, this all came to my mind. 🤪

**underneath the cut**

DICK GRAYSON

Dick talks you through it. He wants you to be vocal and makes it his top priority that your needs are met first

"Tell me what you need, baby." - "That's it, just like that, baby. You're close, aren't ya? Yeah, look at you. Come on, grind a little harder. I know you can do it."

Giving head is a sport for Grayson and he excels at it. He eats you out like you're his last meal

The man is an acrobat. He's flexible. All the positions he can get the two of you in should be new entries in the Kama Sutra

Dick loveeeees head in return. He won't ever make you do it or ask, but he loves that you're so eager to pleasure him

"I've been good, haven't I? No other reason to explain why you're gifting me that hot mouth of yours, sweet girl."

Dick isn't afraid to moan either. He knows when the noises start coming out of his mouth, you get off quicker

Let's go back to that acrobatic thing. He may or may not figure out ways to suspend you in the air... He may or may not be such a kinky man that he's got a separate room in your house where he plays sports with you... I'm not admitting it, I'm just saying

Loves for you to suck him off when your head hanging off the edge of the bed. He also loves to eat you out simultaneously

Dick Grayson is a boob man. Both hands on deck, he squeezes and teases your nipples by plucking them between his fingers. Loves to suck on them until they're stiff peaks. Likes to push two fingers into you while he bites your nipple, stroking until he hits that sweet spot. You're a goner after that

Loves for you to take what you want

"Atta girl, ride it just like that. This dick belongs to you, right? Act like it. Pleasure yourself... Yeah, go ahead and play with your clit. Wanna see you come. You're so pretty when you do."

Dick treasures loving on you after sex. He rewards you for your good behavior and a job well done with baths, massages, you name it. He ensures you're taken care of and reminds you that he loves you dearly

JASON TODD

Jason likes it rough. He loves it when he sees your marks on him, whether it be teeth or nails. He collects each one like it is a kill

Ropes? Knife play? Any sort of bondage? Jason Todd is your man

Loves to bind your hands above your head while he rails you deep into the mattress. Loves the idea of you being helpless and unable to take it anymore. Gets him off real quick

Loves some dirty talk

"Take this dick like a good girl." - "You're soaking wet, babe. All this for me?" - "Not gonna waste a drop of this cum, you hear me? You won't let a drop leak outta this cunt - my cunt. You got that?"

Jason likes to get right by your ear while he grunts with each thrust, nipping your earlobe in between before trailing his tongue down your neck and sucking on your collarbone

"Gonna mark this pretty neck up, baby."

You two go at each other until you're a panting mess. Clothes strewn all over the place. Jason and you stare up at the ceiling, laughing like teenagers as you calm down from the high

"I think that was my new personal best. Ten orgasms. Ten!"

Yeah. Jason likes to place bets on who can give the other more orgasms in one night. Right now, he's winning

Jason loves your butt. Loves to slap your cheeks as he bends you over his lap as a warm-up. Carresses and bites the plump skin when he's kissing his way down your body before he hikes your legs over his shoulders and feasts

Likes to feel you breathe against him. He loves to feel your chest rise and fall when he's on top and you're panting for every breath while chasing your orgasm

He's a man who likes to edge that's for sure

"Uh-uh... That wasn't it. You can do better than that. Moan a little louder, that's it..." - "I'm being mean? No, you just need to work harder to come. You wanted this." - "Atta girl. I promise I'll let you come after this."

Jason's aftercare is you two taking a hot bath together where he can just hold your back to his chest and actually talk. You're his safe space

TIM DRAKE

Tim, albeit quiet, is a delectable switch. One day he's all soft and endearing, the next he's plowing you into next week (and blushing when you mention it afterward

He does a lot of studying on sex. What positions feel the best for you, different ways he can go down to ensure he has you screaming his name for all of Gotham to hear

Gets a little possessive during sex, especially when he's losing himself in it

"You're mine, do you hear me? Mine, sweetheart. Mine." - "No one else is going to claim you. You belong to me."

He likes it when you pull his hair, especially when he's going down. Feeling you guide him further into you is like a bolt of electricity shooting down his spine

Tim loves to get you relaxed before sex too, especially if he knows it's going to be a long night. He'll run you a warm bath, pamper you with sweet-scented lotions, and get you nice and ready before he unleashes. Fun fact, those nights are when you know he's gonna get rough

Tim won't admit it aloud but he loves a good missionary position or where you two lay facing each other. He loves to caress your face and kiss you softly as he takes you

"Lift your leg, sweetheart... That's it. C'mere. Let me watch that gorgeous face of yours when you fall apart for me, yeah?"

Like Dick and Jason, he VALUES aftercare so. Freaking. Much! Takes a warm cloth to the mess he made between your legs and kisses along the heated skin, telling you how much he loves you

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butwhyduh · 3 months

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honestly jdk just tim drake x reader where one/or multiple of the batfam walks in?? i just find them entertaining, or they are continually being interrupted through the day!

Warning: eventual smut and Tim is done with everyone’s shit. If it’s not the end of the world, don’t call me- level done. And you can tell it’s fanfic because Tim is actually an adult.

Tim didn’t get into shows very often. He’s busy and he has a terrible habit of falling asleep after the first 10 minutes. He didn’t want to watch the show but he was tinkering with some of his tech while sitting on the couch and you put it on. And that’s how he got sucked in.

“And Daphne said yes to that? Drew is not good enough to lie to her friends over,” he said and you started telling him the backstory.

You binge watch the next few episodes to catch up to the new season. It was a fun and scandalous show, nothing like Tim’s usual picks. And he thought it was cute how animated you were when talking about the show.

“Trevor needs to get his shit together or not only is Naomi going to leave him, he’ll go to jail,” Tim said.

“Yeah but he owes the local crime boss money and he said he’d kill his family otherwise,” you countered.

“Sounds like Gotham,” Tim quipped. You lightly smacked his arm before laying your head on his shoulder and entangling your arm in his.

“That is not comforting,” you said. “Oo they’re going to tell us who took the diamonds!”

The bat phone started ringing almost off the coffee table. You groaned and let Tim go to sit up to answer that.

“The corner of 17 and Parkway? How many combatants?” He said in Bat speak. And that’s when you knew your date night was over. He hung up and turned to you looking apologetic.

“I have to go,” he said. You sighed but pulled him into a hug.

“Be safe. I’ll be here,” you said with practices familiarity. He kissed you before grabbing his stuff and leaving. He didn’t get back until hours later with some fresh bruises and a girlfriend asleep on the couch.

It was 2 days later that you tried to continue the show. Tim had told Bruce to call someone else first. The door was locked and his phone was on silence. You’d even given him some pretty good incentives if you were uninterrupted and alone after the show.

It was all of ten minutes into the continued episode with pho takeout on the way that the fire escape window opened. In flopped Nightwing covered in mud.

“No,” Tim groaned. You huffed before pausing the show. “Do you need help?”

“Only a bit,” Dick said as the understatement of the year. He let Tim look at him to find that he was leaking blood all over the carpet from a bullet wound in his thigh. “Only a graze. Do you have a bandaid?”

“Good lord,” you replied as Tim called Alfred. You quickly grabbed a towel to stop the bleeding.

It was a few hours later and a carpet cleaner before Nightwing and your carpet were patched up. By that time it was the middle of the night and you couldn’t concentrate on anything. Tim promised a date night another day.

This one was a whole week later. All of the Robins had been warned under pain of torture to not talk to Tim for that evening. Because Tim was to put it mildly, frustrated. You two hadn’t had alone time in over a week.

You started the show back up with all entrances locked and phones off. You were able to watch the next 15 minutes before you heard broken glass.

“Hey did you know your window was locked,” Superboy said standing in front of the window. Tim practically growled before pausing the show to shove Kon out the window.

“I don’t know what you need but the other members of Young Justice are available. Call them,” Tim said but it was already too late. The wind had blown into the room and it was starting to snow outside so he couldn’t exactly ignore the window. Once again date night was canceled.

Tim was so frustrated that he had dreams about you in his bed. It was almost a week later and now 3 episodes behind on the show that you had another date night. He was almost willing to skip the show entirely at this point just to have alone time.

Tim had practically threatened everyone he knew with death threats to leave you both alone.

“Someone is feeling the mode,” Bart joked.

“You mean, someone needs to get laid,” Kon added.

“At this point, yes! I don’t want to see, hear, or think of either of you tonight. Unless it’s the apocalypse, then I don’t want to even know about it,” he growled. The two other heroes howled with laughter as he left.

You could tell Tim was distracted and preoccupied by the way his hand gripped and squeezed your thigh. He gave you frequent kisses between scenes. As the episode ended, Tim pounced.

“Tim!” You gasped as he pushed you to lay on the couch before the credits were even done. It turned to a moan as his hand slid between your thighs to rub you through your panties.

“It’s been way too long,” he groaned as he kissed down your throat. He was almost never this aggressive and it was dizzying. He pushed your panties to the side to finger you.

“Oh fuck,” you gasped as he hit deep inside you. His hips rubbed his hard cock against you. He pulled at your shirt with one hand.

“Take it off,” he groaned with impatience. Before you had even gotten the fabric over your head, he had attacked your chest. Pulling a nipple into his mouth and sucking hard while fingering you thoroughly had you whimpering.

You shoved down his pants to grasp him in a loose fist. Tim rutted into your hand while sloppily kissing across your chest.

“Please, want you,” you whined and he wasted no time sliding in. Your back arched with a gasp. His arm reached behind your back and Tim took his time with long deep strokes.

This pleasure cycle couldn’t last forever and you both finished far too soon. Tim kissed you softly and gently.

“We can continue this later. I think the food is here,” he said.

“Sounds good,” you said adjusting your clothes and sitting up. “I’ll be right back,” you added as you went to clean up.

Tim answered the door in his messied hair and haphazardly placed clothes. Instead of the food delivery guy, it was Jason standing with his food box. Tim frowned.

“What do you want?”

“Pizza anyone?”

“Leave,” tim growled, taking the box. Jason laughed.

“Interrupting something?” Tim almost slammed the door in his face. “Hey, I just need keys to the Robin motorbike,” Jason added. “Oh I didn’t know you watched that show. Can you believe that in last week’s episode, it was the mom all along. Wild hu?”

Tim sighed before throwing the keys at Jason. “Go away.” He slammed the door.

“Well that sucks,” you said across the room.

Tim locked the door and sat the pizza box on the table. “I’m gonna be honest, and that is that I really just want to finish what we started before pizza. I’m not picky where.”

You laughed before letting him grab you fireman style over his shoulder to drag you into the bedroom. There was no way you were answering the door after that.

#Tim drake x reader #friday night smut #red robin x reader #Tim drake smut #Red Robin smut #dc smut

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froggyfics · 8 months

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Muffins

You and Tim ruin muffins for Jason and Dick.

Ummm, I’m not sure how we got here. I was requested to make a super fluffy piece, but it just turned sideways. I don’t even know why it turned out the way it did.

Sorry if y’all are squeamish about spit, I’m just disgusting

This is literally the first smut piece I've done, it's not full smut, but still, let me know how I did!

Sorry to the anon that requested a fluff piece. I really don’t know where it went wrong. Please blame my parents for my repressed childhood.

Feedback is always appreciated. Feel free to message me privately or comment below to let me know what you think. Constructive criticism is always welcome!

Pairing: Tim Drake x gn!reader

Theme: Fluff, Implied Smut

Warning: Spit Kink

Word Count: 1,026

You gaze excitedly upon the remaining muffin, with your salivary glands kicking into overdrive as you inhale the dessert’s scent.

Your tongue hangs out slightly in preparation for muffin to enter your mouth. It’s a big muffin, and it’ll be a tight fit, but you’re sure you can manage.

The pads of your fingers are ready to pick up the muffin when, unexpectedly, another pair of hands enter the frame.

It occurs almost in slow motion. Tim’s nimble fingers grasp the sides of the dessert, removing the liner and tossing it in an unknown direction. He purposely holds your gaze, aware that you are watching his every move in utter shock. He grins widely, knowing that he’ll be punished for his actions, but nonetheless, believes that your reaction would be worth the trouble.

“Don’t do it,” you warn.

“Watch me.”

He opens his mouth widely, stretching his face to the maximum. He stuffs the muffin into his mouth carefully. Tim doesn’t want to actually eat the muffin. Oh no, he wants to simply bask in the experience of bothering you. Because nothing makes Tim happier than when he’s on your mind, even if it’s at the expense of your peace of mind.

The muffin completes its journey to Tim’s mouth. His lips struggle to close completely, as his mouth is at its maximum capacity.

The look on your face is worth the painful stretch of his jaw. He wants to smile, but he knows he’ll choke if he does. It’s now time for phase two.

He reaches into his mouth and grabs the base of the muffin. He cautiously pulls it out, one centimeter at a time. You watch in disgust as Tim pulls the muffin out his mouth, still fully intact, and places it proudly back on the plate it was originally on.

There’re a few seconds of silence before laughter cuts through the air. Your eyes shoot daggers at Jason and Dick, who are sitting at the kitchen table as well. Jason clutches his stomach and Dick covers his face with his hands, both shaking uncontrollably with laugher. You turn to face Tim, who sports a toothy grin. He knows what your reaction will be. You know he’s just doing this to get a rise out of you. You know this, but you can’t help yourself.

You shudder involuntarily. “That was so foul,” you start. You look over at your traumatized muffin. There’s an extra shine on the dessert that wasn’t there before. You realize it’s Tim’s spit that made its way from his mouth and settled into its pores.

“You’re disgusting,” you add.

Tim has now joined in on the laughter. It’s the type of laughter that’s so boisterous that through his shirt, you can see his stomach contort as the sound travels out of his body. It’s an infectious laugh that you realize you never want to be immune to.

Your mouth quivers as you try your best not laugh, too. This is serious! He messed with your muffin! And it’s the last one, so it’s not like you can just grab another!

“I-I-I can’t even eat this!” you sputter. “Your saliva is all over it!”

Tim’s laughter doesn’t slowly die down, but instead, it abruptly ends. It shocks you at just how quickly the mood changes. He quirks his head to the side, looking deep into your eyes. Tim blankly stares at you and approaches. He’s no longer looking at your eyes, as his gaze lowers to your mouth. His fingers graze your lips, and you hold your breath. There’s something electric in the air suddenly. The atmosphere has shifted from lively to…sensual. You’re unsure of what’s about to happen next. You can’t even continue with your rant, and you simply gaze at him in anticipation.

“My saliva is all over your muffin?” he mocks. He no longer has a childish smile on his face, but sports a devious smirk instead.

You’re unsure of how to reply. All you can do is nod slightly, your eyes round with excitement, wondering what Tim will say next.

One hand remains on your lips and the other slides up and down your arm. The motion would be comforting during any another moment. In this moment though, the action is anything but comforting. Instead, it lights a fire within your core.

“You’ve literally begged me to spit in your mouth before,” he emphasizes. “A little saliva won’t hurt you one bit.”

The laughter from Jason and Dick immediately ceases and is replaced by disgusted groans. You can see from the corner of your eye that Dick is pretending to vomit and Jason’s face contorts in revulsion.

Tim’s raunchy admission makes you blush furiously, but it also leaves your toes curling. Redness now tints your neck, face, and ears. Your craving for dessert quickly dissipates and now you have a different sort of hunger.

“I didn’t need to hear that,” Jason laments.

“Yeah, thanks guys. You’ve ruined muffins for me,” Dick adds.

You don’t even hear what Jason and Dick continue to complain about. Tim is all that crowds your mind. He’s still got that devious smirk on his face. You stare right back at him as you make your next move.

You grab the muffin without breaking eye contact. He’s so focused on you and his attentiveness makes you all the more tense. You break it in half and slip your portion into your mouth. Its sweetness immediately hits your tongue, and you just have to close your eyes at how good it tastes.

You open your eyes after you’ve swallowed, and notice that Tim’s still looking at you with passion, love, and lust in his eyes. You lean in closer to him and hold up the remaining portion to his lips. He opens his mouth and you take the opportunity to slip his half of the muffin in. When he begins to chew it, you whisper. You whisper low enough to where Jason and Dick can’t hear what you’re saying. This conversation is between you and Tim only.

“The muffin was good, but I think I need something else to wash it down with.”

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delusionsofgrandeur13 · 5 days

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CASUAL

tim drake x reader

prologue

not nsfw yet but will be!

series inspired by Casual by Chappell Roan

readers can expect: fem reader x tim drake. party/alcohol mentions, reader drinks, isn’t really affected. creepy drunk guy/unwanted flirting. sexual innuendos.

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you’d seen him before, of course. on the cover of trashy tabloids in supermarket lines, ordering coffee at the college cafe. but this was the first time you’d seen him at a party.

you pull down the hem of your dress, red and so tight breathing was out of the question. you lick your thumb and, bending down, try to rub out the scuff on the toe of your right doc marten. you take as big of a breath as the dress allowed and put the most confident smile you could onto your face. you weren’t used to going to these kinds of frat parties, where the member’s lives were funded solely by old family money. the frat house had been paid for by lucius fox for his son to have somewhere ‘suitable’ to live. it was bruce fucking wayne’s former frat. you can’t imagine you’ll even talk to anyone the whole night. why would you? those kinds of boys were never your type, ever. but they were lydia’s. she’d been invited by her guy of the month, and in turn, invited you as emotional support. the laws of friendship demanded your attendance.

“you ready?”

you nod as lydia links her arm through yours, and pulls you up the pathway to the door of the frat house. you can hear the bass pounding through the windows, the house dark yet full of sound. a boy leans up against the dark wood, his arms crossed lazily. he lifts his head up, looking you both up and down, lydia in purple, you in red. something about him made you want to run home, yelling excuses for why you’d used a coupon at the store the other day and why your dress was secondhand. he sniffed, nodding, and moved aside to open the door for you both. the music washed over you in a wave, a little disorienting.

as soon as you crossed the threshold, lydia squeezed your arm and darted up the stairs, where her guy was waiting. you look around, trying to not fold in on yourself. the keg was in the corner, with some guys looking rather eager for anyone to volunteer to keg stand. you veer in the other direction. groups of people every so often burst into laughter, and you shiver. old money laughter was chilling. couples were scattered throughout the house, grinding on the stairs, sitting on each others laps on the couch.

you hadn’t been in a relationship for two and a half years, and every person since then had just been sort of a rebound..and then another rebound, and another, and another. you didn’t miss your ex, you just were no longer sold on the lovey dovey, ooey gooey, valentine’s day, til death do us part type of love.

the island in the kitchen was topped with marble, and you blinked, harshly reminded again of where you were. you grab a red solo cup, laughing internally at the fact that no matter who was throwing the party, those cups were present. you mixed yourself a rum and coke, more coke than rum. a frat house was a frat house.

your neck prickles, and you turn with your drink, leaning up against the island. the vibes of this place were giving you all kinds of heebie jeebies. a blonde girl in a pristine white tennis skirt flounced past, giving you a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. you return it, your expression turning into a grimace as you catch a glimpse of the guy making his way towards you. his light brown hair was cut way too short for his face shape, and nose was crooked like it’d been broken multiple times, then reset, then broken again and left like that. his green eyes were watery, red and bloodshot. he looked at you, hungry, and you felt like you were in a lion’s den, your flesh about to be stripped clean of your bones. his left hand was preoccupied with holding an entire bottle of vodka, which, with a glance at the label, said it was bubblegum flavored. your mouth twisted, thinking of the way that would taste coming back up.

he put his free hand on the counter next to you, cornering you. he leaned down, his breath telling you exactly what bubblegum flavored vodka tasted like.

“i haven’t seen you before. why?”

the rum and coke mixture in your mouth soured at the thought of this guy getting any closer to you.

“it doesn’t matter because you won’t be seeing me again.” you try to sidestep him, but he moves closer, setting his vodka on the island.

his arms were bracketing you in now, and your heart rate picked up speed. you silently begged lydia to come down the stairs and save you, but it was hopeless. the look in his eyes made you curse yourself for coming, for being anywhere that he was. he opened his mouth to say something else, but froze, looking at something over your shoulder.

“eric.” the voice came from behind you. it was masculine, and it sounded friendly enough, but you and eric both seemed to understand the underlying warning. he grabbed his vodka, leaning away, but still a step too close.

“tim.” eric nodded to whoever was behind you, his demeanor suddenly almost..respectful.

he then gulped, which you would’ve laughed at if he wasn’t still so close to you. your neck prickled again. he mumbled as he walked away, grumbling into the mouth of his bottle about frat presidents and how unfair it all was. he shot another glance back towards the kitchen before turning the corner, his lip curling.

you didn’t turn, instead taking another swig from your plastic cup. it crinkled in your hand as you relaxed your grip on it. someone was tapping out a rhythm on the marble. it sounded impatient, and you internally rolled your eyes before turning around. tim drake wayne was standing behind you, leaning his forearms on the countertop. his thick dark hair was coiffed in a way that probably took him hours but was meant to look like it just air dried that way. his jeans were tailored, but sat low on his hips. the dark fabric of his sweater looked like it would cost a month’s rent, and you had to resist the urge to reach out and feel it between your fingertips.

he stopped drumming his fingers, and your face grew hot, realizing you’d basically just been checking him out. he returned the favor, looking you up and down with half-lidded eyes and a cheshire cat smile. if eric was a lion, tim was a black panther. he’d probably play with you like a yarn ball, batting at you until you unraveled. being in his presence felt dangerous. you felt the burning gaze of a few others in the room who would probably cut off their pinky finger to be in your position. you shifted your weight off of the counter, standing up to walk away. you got two steps, stopping when tim called out after you.

“no.” he said. you spin, taking in the look on his face, his eyebrows pinched like a petulant child. you felt your own eyebrows raising as your entitled-rich-boy tank reached capacity.

“..no? what do you mean, no?” you replied, incredulous.

“don’t leave.”

“right. bye!” you turn to go find lydia, stopping in your tracks when tim suddenly slides in front of you. you suck in a breath, surprised at how fast he can move.

“maybe i wanted to talk to you.”

“what if i don’t want to listen?” you retort. his dark blue eyes flash, and the cheshire cat smile stretches across his face again.

“then don’t. give me your wrist.” he raises an eyebrow like a challenge, holding his hand out.

you comply, not really understanding why, and he’s pulling a pen out of his jeans, uncapping it. his grip on your wrist is firm but not painful, his hand warm and surprisingly calloused. the pen bites into the skin attaching the seam of your wrist and hand.

“there.” he finishes writing, pocketing the pen. “a new accessory to match that dress.”

the digits of his phone number wrap your wrist like a bracelet, and your heart stutters a little, your cheeks pinking.

“thank you?” you say, your words coming out as more of a question than you realize.

he winks, dragging his eyes up the length of your body again.

“maybe next time i’ll give you a pearl necklace.”

you blink and he’s gone, his lean back disappearing behind a corner. your heartbeat thumps in time to the music. you never thought you’d be in the presence of a wayne, let alone get one of their phone numbers. you stare at your wrist, memorizing the numbers like there’ll be a test on them later. lydia appears, her makeup smudged and her hair undone. she grabs your arm, shaking it a little.

“hey, all good to go? what’s that on your wrist?”

you shake your head, dropping it down by your side.

“nothing.” you smile at her, linking your arm through hers. “how was it?”

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niphredil-14 · 1 year

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Tim Drake - Locktober

Content: Smut, Bottom!Tim Drake, one face slap, chastity cage (male), nudes, lingerie, watching porn together, vibrator use, masturbation, vaginal penetration, strap ons, male and female masturbation, boob job Pairing: Tim Drake/AFAB!Reader (she/her used) Word Count: 1.5k A/N: I meant for this to be a drabble but oh well

‘Fuck, this is torture,’ He thought. He almost wanted to convince himself that he didn’t know why he had agreed to it in the first place, but that would have been a lie, and good boys don’t lie. He knew that when he was finally granted that wave of pleasure, that it would have been worth it, and so, on the night of September thirtieth, she had presented him with a lock, cage, and her most devilish smirk, he submitted. The agreement was for him to keep it on from midnight on the first of October until the same time on November first. It seemed to him, at the time, entirely doable, yet he could feel each tick and tock of the clock in his office chipping away at his sanity, as strongly as he could feel the metal slightly digging into his dick. He was praying for the clock’s hand to speed up, so sure if only time was quicker, that his torture would be lessened. What he wasn’t so sure of, however, was if he wanted those godawful, sinful texts to stop coming his way. She was gorgeous, that was undeniable, but damn, could she be cruel. Throughout the whole of October, she had sent several risqué selfies his way, though it seemed that in those last twelve hours, she had upped her game. Once an hour she sent nudes, lingerie photos, and videos of her masturbating. Tim wouldn’t have been surprised if he had dropped dead from lack of blood in his brain. When the clock hit five, he ran out the door and sped home.

Throwing open the bedroom door, he fell to his knees before her, whimpering and whining, grabbing at the back of her thighs, trying to pull her closer to him.

“Ready to have it off huh, baby?” She cooed at him, mimicking his pout. Her question was met with a whine and a nod. “Well then it’s a shame that you’ve got another six and a half hours to go, isn’t it?” He looked up at her, betrayal written across his face. Chuckling, she reminded him of their deal. “Midnight to midnight, remember baby? It’s only five-thirty, you’ve gotta hold on a little longer for me, yeah?” Despair throbbing in his heart, matching the blood in his cock, he groaned, burying his face into her tummy.

“You’re evil.” He mumbled; his voice muffled. She laughed at that.

“If I were evil, I wouldn’t have a few movies set up to help pass the time, now, would I?” He raised his head from her torso and gave her a suspicious glare. A smile broke out on her face. “Snacks and everything.”

He was going to cry. Yeah, some movies she had set out for them. The Fifty Shades of Grey series. Not only had she chosen straight up porn for them to watch, but she was still dressed in the lingerie from her selfies, and the cherry on top was her not-so-subtle vibrator at work underneath the blanket. He was at his limit; he couldn’t just sit there and do nothing. If he couldn’t pleasure himself, he could at least make her suffer in the same way that she made him. Ripping the blanket off of the both of them, he didn’t take the time to register her shock, and instead reached for the vibe, tossing it down onto the ground to accompany the blanket. He grabbed her thighs, loving the way his fingers sunk in and left marks in the plush skin, and yanked them apart, slotting himself between, and nudging her clit with his nose. Her legs fought his hold, trying to wrap around his skull, but although she usually had control, he had the strength in that moment, and her legs went nowhere. Tim’s tongue left his mouth and began to lightly tease her folds. Starting from the bottom of her slit, he would run just the tip of his tongue over the inner crease of her left lip, skipping over the clit, and tracing back down her right side. Just when he had pressed a light kiss to her clit had her fingers dragged through and gripped the hair right at the base of his skull. Tugging his head up with a sharp pull, she gave him a hard glare. “What do you think you’re doing, Timmy?” Never did he think that his own name could sound so derogatory, yet so pleasing rolling off of her tongue. His mouth went dry, but he knew his best bet was being honest, good boys are always honest.

“I,” He started, gulping and wetting his lips. “I want to fuck you.” She smiled, her eyes crinkling in that way that he loved. A multifaceted goddess, she was to him, so cute and kind, so sexy and cruel. She lowered her other hand to his cheek stroking with a touch so gentle, it was a burning whiplash to the cage trapping his cock.

“There’s still a few hours until we take the cage off. You know that.” He groaned, nuzzling into the palm of her hand and pouting. She chuckled again. “You wanna fuck me, huh?” She hummed in thought. “I think we can compromise until midnight, yeah?”

He laid atop her on the couch, straps wrapped around his thighs, the plastic penis shoved deep into her. She was laying on her back, one leg around his waist, the other hooked over the back of the couch, her arms holding onto his shoulders. They were both nude, except for the lacy red bra that stayed secure over her breasts. That was even worse for Tim, who was sure at that point that the cage could do little to keep him from busting right then and there. His dick sat nestled underneath the strap on, getting only the friction of slapping against her ass before being pulled away. She growled when his hips began to slow. Raising a hand back to his hair and tugging his head back so they were eye to eye, she spat, “Don’t you dare stop now. You said you wanted to fuck me, didn’t you?” He whined.

“’S not what I meant.” Releasing his hair, she cracked her hand against his cheek, sending his face snapping to the side.

“You said you wanted to fuck me. Now, you’ll take what I let you have, and you’ll be fucking grateful for it!” He whined and nodded, tucking his face back into her shoulder and picking up his pace. She had come four times by the time the clock hit twelve, and when the alarm she had set went off, he had pulled out of her and sat back, ripping the strap off and tossing it aside, panting heavily. “Aw, you’re real excited. Are you sure you want me to take the cage off? It seems to be really working you up!” She teased.

“Fuck, yes, please, I need to cum, I need to cum, please.” His begging was second to none at giving her the ego boost of a lifetime.

“Alright baby, sit back, legs spread wide for me.” He followed orders well, his back pressed against the back of the couch, his legs dangling wide open over the edge. Sliding down to kneel before him, she looked up at him and continued her teasing. “You’re really sure?” He whined and frantically nodded, incapable of giving any more of a response. She reached a hand down into her bra and pulled a small key from the left cup. His eyes followed her every movement as she put the key into the lock and turned. He hadn’t even realized that his hand was reaching for his cock until he came after the second pump. If he weren’t so horny, he probably would have been humiliated, but her giggles meant nothing to him as he continued jacking off. She didn’t interfere, content watching him enjoy his newfound freedom. Her idleness left only when he was about to come again. Grasping his wrist and holding down his hips she stopped his movements. He whimpered in protest, his head thrown back against the couch, but he was shushed. "Don’t you whine at me when I’m about to give you something much better than your hand.” She scolded, placing his hand aside. His head lifted off of the couch to look down at her, admiring her every dip, curve, perfection, and flaw. Her hand had released his and had moved to his member, giving it a few strokes before she pursed her lips and let a glob of spit drop down onto the head. It was already lubed up from the sheer amount of cum that had leaked out of it. She gave him a few more pumps with her hand, then shuffled forward on her knees and positioned his dick between her tits, pressing them together around him. Lowering her head only for a moment to press a quick kiss to the tip, she said,

“Go on, Timmy. You know what to do.”

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matcha-flavored-cake · 2 years

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Damn just imagine Tim dressed with his Red Robin suit posing like that. He'd look at you and say:

"Get on your knees, and suck it dry"

I'm kinda obsessed with Tim today

#. tim drake #. brainrots #. extra stuffed cakes #id suck him like a lollipop #tim looks yummy #tim drake x you #tim drake imagine #tim drake x reader #tim drake #tim drake smut #batboys smut #batboys x reader #x reader #red robin #red robin x reader #dc x reader #red robin dc #red robin smut

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acourtofidiots · 2 years

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Soft dom! Tim? Like your arguing with your parents and you go over to the manor to spend the night with him and he helps you feel better. 🥲😊

tim is the ultimate soft dom and you can't change my mind. i also think he would be an excellent mean dom but that's another thing for another time

warnings: smut (18+ only), softdom!tim, vaginal fingering, multiple orgagsm, overstimulation, aftercare, tim being an attentive and loving boyfriend, mentions of mean parents

"Shhh, baby, it's ok, you're doing so good for me," Tim cooed as one hand rubbed soothing circles on your right hip while the other one plunged two fingers in and out of your dripping pussy.

Your back arched as your third orgasm washed over you, your nerves singing with pleasure as if you were being electrified by the hormones shooting throughout your body.

"That's it, such a good girl for sir," Tim didn't stop his incessant movements, only adding a calloused thumb to the mix, causing you to shriek at the overstimulation.

"S-sir, I can't!" you sobbed, body twitching underneath the vigilante. "it's too m-much."

"Just one more for me, come all over my fingers one more time. I wanna feel you clenching my fingers with that tight cunt of yours." Tim nuzzled his face in your chest, sucking little marks along the valley between your breasts.

Your third orgasm didn't even finish when you felt the next one building rapidly. Hands digging into the sheets below you, your eyes squeezed shut so tight that you saw stars in the darkness behind your eyelids.

"O-oh, fuck, s-sir, I-I'm gonna--" You didn't even finish your sentence before you rocketed over the edge, body shaking as your orgasm tore through you. Your boyfriend didn't stop his movements, slipping a nipple into his mouth and suckling gently.

As soon as your body was still, Tim withdrew his fingers, slipping them into his mouth and groaning at the taste of your fluids. He withdrew his fingers after a moment before crawling up the bed and pressing his lips against yours, soft and gentle despite what was falling from his mouth moments ago.

He pulled back from you, taking a good look over you before he smiled.

"How are you feeling, baby?" He asks as he curls a hand against your scalp.

You leaned into sensation. "Better. Still ticked that my parents said what they said, but they can't tell me what to do, y'know? I'm a grown adult. They shouldn't have so many opinions about my life, but I eventually have to accept that." Your throat was horse from all your moaning, and Tim must have sensed your discomfort because he reached for his nightstand for the bottle of water that was set on top, uncapping it for you before gently guiding the bottle into your mouth.

You eagerly gulped down the cool liquid before tapping his wrist to pull the bottle away from you. "Bath?" He asked.

You nodded and let out a loud yawn, exhaustion weighing heavy on your body. "Extra bubbles, please," you mumbled before he chuckled and helped you to your feet, guiding you to the bathtub in your adjacent bathroom and settling you down on the closed toilet.

#tim drake #tim drake smut #tim drake x reader #red robin #red robin smut #red robin x reader #ask julia #julia.writes #anon #anonymous

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in-som-niyah · 18 days

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i want a gentle jason

Jason who kisses his way up your body when you're coming down from your high. He whispers a hushed 'you okay ma?' in your ear because he cares

Jason who cleans you up with a soft towel against your delicate skin with eyes burning with just how much he loves you

Jason who will shower with you if you're up for it, constantly kissing your neck, your shoulders, anywhere his bitten lips could reach as his hands lovingly spread suds around your body

Jason who brings you a warmed and fluffy towel and wraps you up in it, making you look like the most adorable burrito he's ever seen

Jason who rubs you down with expensive oils, creams and butters, making sure your skin stays soft for the next time he's itching to devour you

Jason who helps you back into your (his) comfy clothes, while whispering all of the million and one reasons he'll love you forever

Jason who massages your hips, back and thighs, while also smoothing his lips over his previous bites he left on your heated skin and maybe leaving some more

Jason who rubs firm and gentle circles into your lower tummy, the place where he felt his length protruding from mere minutes ago, to soothe the ache he must have left

Jason who kisses you to sleep with his limbs wound tightly around you, mentally praying for your touch to never leave him

Jason who leaves your sleeping body only to make you breakfast the next morning: french toast with fluffy pancakes with syrups and jams of your choice

Jason who battles with his own mind about his self worth and weather or not you should be with someone better. But he would rather (literally) die than have you thinking the same. You're perfect. End of story.

Jason who would burn the whole world down if misfortune ever dared to reveal itself to you. Nothing will ever hurt you. Nothing will ever stop him from looking down and seeing those bright, sparkling eyes and sheepish smile. He swears on his next grave.

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jasontoddsthickbabe · 6 months

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Baby daddy Jason todd 😍 I would do anything for this man

#jason todd #jason todd x plus size reader #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #dc comics #jason todd x you #red hood #dcmultiverse #titans #teen titans #jason todd angst #robin jason todd #jason todd smut #jason todd art #jason todd deserves better #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd supremacy

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saylorsaysstop · 3 months

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He Catches You | Bat Boys 18+

↪ Masterlist (Jason) | Masterlist (Dick)

↪ DICK GRAYSON

He told you it was going to be a late night and not to wait up for him. But that didn't take away the fact you were desperate for relief. It had been a rough day after all

You couldn't stop thinking about the other night when Dick rocked your world to the point you saw stars. Your mind replayed the images of his hands all over you, his lips marking you as his, the way he possessed your body with fire-fueled touches

So out came the vibrator

After you finished up the last of your work, the bright pink toy eyed you until you gave in and picked it up. You planted yourself on the bed and before you knew it, you were on your knees, moaning his name freely into the space of your shared apartment

Time got away from you because that one orgasm wasn't enough. The smell of Dick's aftershave and cologne on the pillow that you stuffed your face against to muffle the cries of pleasure was like a newfound drug that pushed you to the edge over, and over, and over again

Spread out and gripping the edge of the headboard to steady yourself while your other hand worked the vibrator inside of you, you never heard the door unlock. You never heard him step into the house

"Dick, yes! Oh, you're so good to me. Please, please, please. Let me come, Dick. Let me come, I'll be so good for you."

His neck grew hot. His stomach turned a flip. One minute he had a bag slung over his shoulder, the next he was stealthily making his way into the bedroom

His mouth dropped at the sight of your ass tucked into the air, your nails threatening to splinter the wood of the headboard. You needed more

His pants grew insanely tight at the sight of you rubbing your clit in tight circles as you panted his name, your hips starting to roll with the thickness of the toy working inside you

"DICK!"

He prowled to the edge of the bed, his eyes raking over the slick coating your inner thighs. You were almost there. One more orgasm and you'd call it a night

But what you didn't expect was a large, warm hand to dance up the bottom of your spine to your hair

"Look at that... Getting off, are we?"

His words were like a balm soothing your desperate need to come

''Come on, baby. Don't stop. Give me one."

You glanced over your shoulder, seeing your boyfriend's eyes glazed over with one powerful emotion: lust

"Dick, I-"

He instantly shut you up by reaching under you, his clothed front pressing into your naked backside. He used his thumb to play with your clit, adding delicious pressure while he kissed down your spine and watched the toy buzz

"Finish yourself off, baby. Let me see you fall apart... Love knowing you can't help yourself when I'm on patrol. You gonna come, sweet girl? Go on... Lemme play with your clit, help you out a little. You want that?"

Your whimper was the only response he needed before he finished you off in seconds

↪ JASON TODD

You thought you could be sneaky with it and have some fun in the shower before Jason got back

The two of you had argued earlier that morning about him getting hurt and not telling you which led to you not speaking to him. You valued his life like it was your own and you wanted to make sure he was safe on patrol with the boys

To satiate a need that he wasn't there to fulfill right now, you hopped into the shower and found yourself grabbing the detachable showerhead

The moment you put the water pressure on its desired setting, you knew this would be quick, but effective

Although what you didn't expect was for him to get home just as you were in the cusps of a hard orgasm with the showerhead sitting right on your clit. Delicious pulsations overwhelmed you as the coil in your belly tightened, and before you could give your mouth permission, Jason's name was heavy on your lips

"Jay, you feel so good. Please don't stop."

Your mind was flashing with vivid imagery of him railing you into the mattress with your feet sitting on his shoulders, his cock so big and filling that you felt drunk off of it when the night was over

Jason smirked to himself at the sound of your whimpers. He knew you loved that showerhead. He'd used it on you himself after all

Leaning against the doorframe with his shirt already discarded and the strain of his arousal pushing against the metal zipper of his pants, he watched as the fogged-up shower portrayed his favorite movie

His excitement grew when he saw your hand plaster the glass as an earth-shattering moan ricocheted inside the bathroom

"JASON!"

He grew thicker with need and decided enough was enough

"Hey, baby girl... Started the show without me, I see."

You stopped abruptly, the throes of your orgasm releasing you. You weren't embarrassed, not even in the slightest

Wiping your hand across the glass of the shower, your eyes boggled when you saw Jason standing upright in attention, his hand fisting around his cock

"Oh no..."

He smirked like a trickster. He reached you in two strides and yanked open the door. In a flash, he had your chest pressed against the cold tile wall and the showerhead in his grip

"Let's see if I can make you come harder, yeah? Bad girl, thinking just because we had a fight, you think you don't need me. This."

He pressed his length against your backside as he said 'This'

You knew he was going to punish you for it, and oh, you were beyond ready to make it up to him

↪ TIM DRAKE

College was hard and the studying felt like it would be the death of you. Tim was coming over later to help you out but before he did so, you felt the impending urge, the need to relax

As you sat at the kitchen table, unsure of when Tim would be coming through the door, you decided to offer yourself some relief. Maybe a quickie with yourself would be enough to calm your nerves

The moment your hands skated down your exposed belly and dipped underneath the waistband of your shorts, you shuddered from your own touch. There was nothing like Tim's hands on you but when push comes to shove, yours would do just fine

You teased yourself a little until you dipped a finger beneath your underwear to find that the slick had gathered. Collecting it and rubbing your clit in a few gentle circles before tightening up, your lips trembled with a soft moan, your eyebrows pinching together

Somehow you got lost in your touch. You leaned back in your chair and hurriedly shed your shorts. Tim wouldn't be here until later, you told yourself

You propped one foot up on one chair, your other foot on the other, and spread your legs wide. You pushed your fingers into your hot entrance and started rocking your hips back and forth, your cries echoing off the walls as you threw your head back and imagined Tim's hands in place of yours

"Tim, I love your fingers so much. They make me feel so good."

Little did you know though, Tim was standing outside of the door. He heard your moans and he inhaled sharply, the bag containing your favorite snacks as well as dinner balanced in his arms. He wanted you to relax. Now he knew how you needed to relax

He used the spare key you gave him to unlock the door softly. When he walked in and saw your legs spread, feet propped up, and your fingers hurriedly working your clit in circles, he nearly dropped his things

"Tim! I'm gonna come!"

Please do, Tim thought, his throat growing dry

His pants grew tighter and he felt like his t-shirt was suffocating him. So he set the items down in the living room and gently made his way into the kitchen area where you were furiously trying to come

He saw as your fingers exited your entrance, how wet and shiny they were. That's when your eyes caught him and you gasped, throwing your legs down and rushing to cover yourself

"TIM!"

"I didn't... I wasn't... Oh wow, you're so wet. I'm sorry!"

He blinked and watched you with a blush rising to his cheeks. But the ache to taste you- that battle was winning in his mind. So without saying another word, he walked over to you and got on his knees in front of you

"W-what are you doing?"

He spreads your legs and takes a look

"This all for me?"

"Y-yeah?"

"Good girl. So good. Let me help you, sweetheart."

Your eyes widen as Tim dives in, his lips claiming your clit. He wasn't about to pass up this opportunity. He'd finish you off before you could yourself

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butwhyduh · 2 years

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I've finally got my liver back on track after being sock for months and besides smooth skin I've got my libido back.

Yay!

It got me like

How about a quickie with Tim before he has to leave for work in his suit attire.

Like yes very important and powerful businessman do me 🥵

Woop woop! Happy for you anon! I had some liver issues a few years ago and a big side effect was itching 😬 and I literally scratched bruises into my skin in my sleep. Anyways I got reply off topic lol but I am glad you’re feeling better

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I got an ask for Tim drake being a boob guy and so i put them together. Hope you don’t mind!

Tim felt he was pretty complicated in general. He wore about 15 hats as far as jobs. He was a vigilante and CEO of a company. But there is one area that Tim is simple. He likes boobs. That’s his thing.

Now most people think good boobs are only perky big rounds on porn stars. No. Tim likes all sizes and shapes and genders. But currently he had eyes only for a certain set.

In a soft thin light cotton sundress currently being worn by his girlfriend. You smiled up at him while looking beneath the bed for your shoe with one hand.

“What’s up?” You asked and he really had to compose himself at the slight jiggle as you pulled on a stuck heel. You caught Tim’s looking.

“Really? You’re going to be late,” you teased. Tim shrugged shamelessly.

“I’m kinda the boss,” he answered with a sly smile. “Wouldn’t be the first Wayne late for this reason.” Tim pulled you up and his hand slid to the small of your back. “I like this dress.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm yeah, definitely,” he answered while kissing your throat. He pulled the fabric up your thighs as your made quick work of unbuckling and unzipping his dress trousers. You pulled his shirt tail out with a frustrated huff.

“Too many layers,” you murmured while pulling his pants down. Tim laughed at your aggression. “Don’t laugh. I’ve been crawling the wall,” you said as you wrapped your fingers around his hardening cock. “But someone has been having board meetings all week. I’m about to board you at the meetings.”

“Oh shit,” Tim said amused. He pushed the straps of the sundress down to pull out your breasts. He bent to kiss and nip at them both.

“Timmy,” you finally whined, wanting him to move on to more. He turned to around and pushed on the small of your back gently until you leaned over bed. Tim slid the dress up to show your ass and he groaned when he could see no panties.

“Fuck babe,” Tim said before getting to work. He lined up and pushed in to your warm wet heat. He set a moderate pace while pulling you up to play with your tits.

“Faster,” you said, reaching under the dress to rub your clit. Tim’s hips snapped against yours quicker and you closed your eyes at the sensation. He thought the way your mouth made a little o when when you were close was so cute.

“Don’t stop,” you gasped as your hand sped up. Tim ducked his head in the hollow of your neck, kissing the skin as he breathed heavily. You made little gasps and moans before inhaling like you were going to hold your breath. You writhed and clenched around him as you came. Your legs felt weak as Tim held you steady. A few more snaps of his hips and you felt him cum as well. Tim pushed deeper and held you close for just a minute.

“Now I have to go to work when you’re home in my bed,” he groaned as he pulled out. You grinned at him.

“I mean, the boss can miss a day..”

“Don’t tease me like that. I can’t skip again,” he said, kissing you before fixing his clothes. You teased him one last time by wrapping a leg around his waist and kissing him soundly.

“When you get back.. I’m fucking ruining you,” you whispered in his ear. Tim gulped as he tightened his tie.

“Understood.”

#Tim drake x reader #Red Robin x reader #Tim drake smut #Red Robin smut #friday night smut #batboy x reader #batboys smut #ceo!tim drake #idk what this is but enjoy lol

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stormy-skyzzzzzz · 13 days

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no but imagine Jason Todd with his big, strong, callused hands holding on to your hips for dear life while you ride him till dawn.

oh and he for sure whimpers.

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bludhavensbirdboy · 2 months

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survey - are we all having the same appropriate and innocent thoughts over this?

#i could take him…not in a fight #someone put me down #some needs to put me down #i’m going feral #gnawing at the bars of my enclosure #jason todd my beloved #why the fuck is he so big #bugs bunny heart eyes rnnn #jason todd #jason todd smut #red hood #under the red hood #dc batfam #dc #dceu #dc robin

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niphredil-14 · 2 years

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Tim Drake- Good Boy

Tim hated compliments. He despised when people told him how smart he was, how capable, how talented, but what was arguably much more tortuous was people telling others those things about him, especially in his presence.

So why was it, he pondered, that he never felt that same discomfort when it was you? Was it the soft grasp of your hand on his cheek, thumb rubbing gently just below his eye? Or the glow of love and approval in your eyes as you met his own dazed ones? Or was it the slow, methodical movement of your hips on top of his, each curve scrawling out a letter in your name, over and over, an invisible way of marking him as your property, your good boy?

Good boy.

Those words feeling like heaven gracing his ears, only when muttered from your lips. So warm, so kind, so accepting. And he knew. He knew that in that moment, there were no standards for him to meet, no goals to reach, no accomplishments to make. He was your good boy, and you wanted to take care of him, to love him, to make him feel good, because with you, he didn't need to prove himself deserving.

And with that last thought before his mind went blank, tears of love, relief, and pleasure flowing from his eyes as he bucked and rolled his hips upwards into yours, moaning, whimpering, and whining. His hands grasped and pawed at your hips desperately, pulling you down to meet him. There was only one better feeling in the world to him than your other hand moving to his unoccupied cheek, your lips pressing to his forehead in a soft kiss, and you whispering to him, asking him to let go, and to cum for you.

And that one better feeling was after he followed your command, after his hips stopped rutting, and his breath began to even out, where you would place a kiss on his lips, and then move to his ear, practically purring his favorite phrase of yours,

"Good Boy."

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matcha-flavored-cake · 2 years

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It's fucking 11 in the morning and I'm already horny thinking about being railed in Tim's desk at Wayne Enterprises omg

#. brainrots #. extra stuffed cakes #. tim drake #batboys smut #batboys x reader #batboys #batboys imagine #red robin smut #red robin x reader #red robin dc #nsft #tim drake smut #tim drake x you #tim drake imagine #tim drake x reader #dc smut

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angelltheninth · 11 months

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Can I please request female reader smut bodyworshipping the DC Boys (Bruce, Tim, Jason, Clark, Hal, Wally) headcanons please (reader doing it to them)

They deserve to be loved and worshipped.

Pairing: Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Wally West, Hal Jordan, Clark Kent x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, bodyworship, kissing, hickyes, cuddles, moaning, blushing, humping, blowjob, pussyjob

A/N: These guys need to be shown so much love for the shit they always go through.

Bruce always feels like he needs to get ready for you lavishing him with love and care to that extent. Very used to people thirsting over him and just fucking but what you two have is much more so the soft kisses and touches and the way you slowly slide your hand down his body to wrap around his cock make his body buzz with lust and his hips buck.

Jason loves it when you kiss your way up his abs and lick your slick off in the process. Seeing as you used his abs to come earlier its only fair that you repay him for it. Part of him wants to push his cock inside you and come in there but another part just wants to relx into your touches and feel your whole body on top of his as you take things slow, almost edging him.

Tim is super shy about you taking in every part of his body, walking around him and kissing down his spine and up to his neck, one hand jerking him off, the other rolling his nipples between your fingers and getting the sweetest sounds from him. Theres a trail of little red kiss marks from his back, across his chest and finally down to his cock.

Wally looks pretty damn happy with himself when you're licking drops of cum off his cock and getting on top of him to ride him. If he wanted to he could thrust into you so damn fast, putting your vibrator to shame but insted he allows himself to take it slow, to let you go at a snails pace as you push up and then ever so slowly back down to give him full body chills which you then massage away.

Hal takes no chances to let you leave once you're on top of him, rubbing your whole body against his. Its good to be inside you while you worship his body, kissing and licking and biting across his shoulders and neck while your nails leave scratch marks on his hips and his ass while he comes inside you, one orgasm after another.

Clark is used to being looked at a lot and having people admire him but not in a sexual way. The first time you kissed all over his body, mapping his weak spots you had trouble with it because he would moan and blush no matter where you touched him. You barely had to touch his cock to get him to finish, but not to worry he's got that Kryptonian stamina.

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