#Dick Having Reader

[shadows-writing-lounge]

Any possible way I could get Ganondorf sucking his partner's manhood & swallowing, then getting it from behind?

I tried to get this to a thousand words and was so close. I hope this is acceptable but if you wanted a more submissive Ganon I'll try again.

Content: BJ(receiving), doggy(giving). Use of the word cum, small top and big bottom? Implied power bottom/switch Ganondorf. Nonspecific/mixed interation of Ganondorf. I use Ganon and Ganondorf interchangeably here. Use lube my dudes. Overstimulation.

Reader Info:second person You/your pronouns,Dominant Reader, has a penis, masculine terms. Ambiguous race(hylian,gerudo, etcetera). Dick size not mentioned. Mentioned to curse but doesn't have dialogue.

3rd Person(He/Him) Will link when finished.

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It didn't take much convincing to have the Gerudo King kneeling between your thighs. You don't quite recall the words nor how you said them but they must of been persuasive for him to be this eager. Despite his large strong hands on your hip and thigh, and the fact you know he could easily flip the roles, you felt irreparably in control. One hand gripping the sheets beneath you, the other slipping its fingers into his vermilion hair. You then tug, pulling his head forward. Ganondorf is stubborn, patient and enjoying your displeasure at being teased. He relents to only tease your tip one last time. Circling his tongue around the crown, licking across the slit before sucking. You sigh relieved as he closes his lips around your cockhead. Now he doesn't mind you guiding his head it's just something to tease you with later. His amber eyes never looking away from your face as he takes your cock to the root and pulls back to the tip.

Fair enough to you, as your eyes don't move his form. It was in the rare moments Ganondorf wasn't guarded, his hair wasn't up nor was he suited in his armor. Instead clothed in loose fabrics that accentuates his body showing each flex of muscle underneath. A plus is that you know just how easy it is to just slip those off. An ease akin a tissue paper wrapped present.

Your breathes and soft sounds as well the lewd wet noises of a mouth working your cock are the only sign to any passing underling to what's happening. Feeling your thighs tense under his hands he increases his efforts at the sensitive parts of your manhood. Ganon smirks as you curse, your cock giving a telltale throb. You buck, rut and roll your hips into Ganon's awaiting mouth. A few thrusts in and your cock spasms once dry, second pumping your cum as far as your length reached.

Ganondorf waits for to finish painting his throat before he pulls back letting fall from his lips as he stands up. Catching your breath you watch through half lidded eyes as he slowly slipped his robe off letting you trail your eyes over any newly exposed flesh. The fabric falls to the floor revealing him in his entirety. His chiseled physique, strong broad shoulders, down his torso the thick happy trail leading your eyes to his own manhood. You know he's aroused but the pure weight and size makes him hang. Ganondorf's voice pulls your attention back to his face.

"Surely you have more to offer then that," his deep baritone might be enough to get you going again by itself. He doesn't wait for your answer for he already knows it. You get off the bed quickly, amusing Ganon by your eagerness. You move into position gently brushing his hair off of his back seeing the scars lined across the skin. They were a few shades darker than the rest of his skin. You press a kiss against a prominent scar causing Ganondorf to tense beneath you before relaxing. He's still unused to tender touches like this. You press your fingers against his ass slowly pressing in at first. Your free hand moves to stroke yourself the rest of the way erect. You don't take you time not this session at least, maybe once he's more comfortable with soft touches you'll go slow. Possibly make love, but now it's not what your king wants from you. You have to judge of it's enough. Removing your fingers and lining your cockhead to his entrance only his own saliva lubricating your cock. You push forward as far as you can your body pressing against his firm buttocks. Your hands against his waist as you lean your weight onto him so you have some leverage to move your hips against his.

You leisurely speed up your thrusts with each smack of your hips. You push against Ganon's back he complies and arches his back for you. Your hands now on his hips as he holds up his torso with fold arms. Now able to push deeper from the vantage point you made you rut against his ass trying to find the best angle. You settle for now and focus on fucking into the large man. It felt great with him under you. This close you could really take in the angles and curves of his body. Makes you feel strong with such a powerful king under you.

Your hands on his hips guide them in movement with your trusts allowing you to hit harder inside. Ganondorf occasionally looks over his shoulder at you noticing either how focused or blissed out you are. He's clearly amused by how hard you're trying to be rough with him. Din deemed him the most powerful for a reason after all.

Thrusts grow slightly sloppy as you near your second climax. You feel the build up, tingles running up your spine originating from your cock brushing against Ganon's insides. Your grip on his hips tightens. Ganondorf doesn't need the warning he knows the signs.

"Go on, give me it all. It's want you want isn't it?" You're unsure if Ganondorf's tone is mocking or genuinely encouraging but you're too close to really care.

Ganondorf feels you tense against him before you cum. Not quite as much as the first time. The king seems to drain you like that. You try to continue moving as you climax until it's too much. Pulling your sensitive cock from him staining the sheets with the last remnants of your second orgasm.

You ground yourself post orgasmic bliss as Ganondorf moves guiding you down onto the bed where he laid.

"You can go again, dear? For your king," Ganondorf says it in more of a command than a request. You know you can simply decline but who are you to deny the Dark Lord his due?

[rawme-price]

Could you write some amab with Gaz 😁

Amab!reader teaching gaz how to suck dick...

Its not that gaz isnt experienced or anything, hes just never sucked dick before. Taken it up the ass plenty of times, railed people into the mattress for sure, but actually choked on a cock? Never.

When he admits this to you, you simply cant pass up the opportunity. A few well placed touches, a whisper in his ear, and hes all yours. Ur sitting on the edge of the bed, a cushion placed under kyles knees bc you dont want your pretty boy to get hurt. When he finally gets you in his hands, hes confident, having jerked off plenty of people before. Its only when you gently nudge his head down that he becomes hesitant, tongue darting out to make small kitten licks while you coo at him.

"There you go, baby. Just like that, okay? Take your time." All the while ur desperately holding back from fucking his face. He slowly builds up confidence taking you deeper and deeper, running his tongue over the underside of ur dick. You instinctively reach down to grip his hair and he groans, sending vibrations over you while his eyes flutter.

"Oh there you are, sweetie. Look at you, loving the taste of my cock, yeah?" You tease, watching as he palms over his clothed cock as you begin to rock shallow into him. He doesnt habe the gag reflex down yet, cant really deepthroat you, but that doesnt matter much when kyles desperately licking at you like a dog in heat.

You gently push him down with an appreciative moan, spilling down his throat after a warning. He chokes a splutters, coughing a bit of ur cum up onto his lips in a disgustingly hot way. You slide off the bed and make to finnish him off, only for him to catch your hand and look away.

"I uhm- I alreadh finished. When you came..." he whispers, voice a bit hoarse.

"Aweee really baby? Thats so sweet!" You respond, pinching his cheek with a grin. Hes definitely doing this again.

[totallynotashieldagent]

what if... what if jason goes to help zatana with something and is hit with a spell where he's a kid again. scared, alone, confused but he knows you're safe and that's it. he doesn't know you, he doesn't know bruce or anyone in the manor but still, the giant man who was your boyfriend is now a child and hugging at your leg because bruce is too tall and that's scary-

he keeps asking for his mom and saying he's worried because 5 year old jason knows sometimes his mom goes to sleep for very long and sometimes he has to clean her up.

he's happy his dad isn't around though but he's also confused why he doesn't have any booboos.

he's got all the manners a good kid does. alfred keeps wiping his tears as jason says please and thank you and feels shy about asking for seconds.

damian is having a crisis because jason was his big brother when he was with the league. he was the ruthless man who killed without a thought and now he's a small defenceless child. so he opts to be his guardian. little 14 year old damian is ready to throw hands or stab anyone who looks at baby jason wrong.

bruce is sobbing because that's his baby. that's the age he never saw jason in and somehow he's even smaller than anyone ever imagined.

dick wants to hold him for as long as possible until he squirms and leaves his arm

jason isn't a fan of tim though. somethign about smelling yuckie. it's just coffee but it hurts tim much more than he thought it could. he stops drinking until jason sits with him for at least one afternoon.

his own current clothes are humongus on him but he sticks to your leg so you take him home with you. he still likes his side of bed though. you give him milk and read him a story and everyone else goes to get dr fate or constantine to fix this-

the spell is ready but bruce just wants one selfish thing. he hugs jason as tightly as possible. kisses all over his small face and tells him a thousand times that he loves him and that he's sorry for the life he has ahead-

everyone figures that jason wont remember anything when he's turned back to normal and jason pretends so as well.

but he's glad that everyone in his life loves him as much as humanly possible and that he doesn't have to doubt him.

and maybe- just maybe- he may have whispered an i love you back to bruce too

[laroserie]

i love the idea of joining the batfam by dating bruce, but can you imagine how awkward it must be ?

like you are dating bruce, you most probably know he is batman (he couldn't date seriously someone and never tell them) which is like a huge thing, you probably knew each others for at least 5 years and dated for at least 2 before you even step foot in his house and even then ! you still have never meet any of his adopted kids, he always has a way of avoiding The meeting.

of course - you know who his kids are, bruce is ... literally the it guy of gotham, you very much know the names and faces of his family - but that's it (now if you know their vigilantes identities is different story)

the question is, are they aware of your existence ? (of course alfred is aware; that out of the question, he followed to development of yours and bruce relationship from a to z)

going more for a no, not at the start, bruce has this clumsy dumb bilionaire personality but he probably could not like for you to receive media attention because he doesn't wish for your privacy to be intruded upon because you are dating (now there may have been one instance where the paparazzi took a picture of you and him together, but they could only see you from the back, or your face wasn't visible for whatever reason). they probably learnt about your existence very late into your relationship with bruce, and it's surely by accident, like, one of them see a message from you to bruce (and it's something probably something very cheesy) when he left it somewhere by inadvertence. and depending on who see that, they either fully open bruce's phone (sorry but they all know his phone password, bruce isn't aware of that tho) and read your conversation or they find some others way to have access to his messages with you (that isn't so blatant).

they for sure, do an 'emergency' meeting about it (dick and damian were the two that really wanted to do one, the rest probably don't care that much at that time, they probably think you are just the fling of the month for bruce - well usually the fling of the month is not that ... cheesy with him ? in their messages, and the conversations aren't usually that long ... nor do they go back that much. but whatever ! they do suddenly notice that it's been a while, since, well the last fling of the month of bruce but, it must just be a coincidence) which end up with them keeping tabs on you, just in case

now, you meeting them could happen in two way

either they are the one to meet you first - they don't want to wait for bruce to formally introduce you to them - or them to you. the one that 'lead' this is for sure damian, he is determinate to find out your intention with his father (and fight you), dick will lie and say he is just there to make sure everything go 'well' but he is just genuinely very curious about you and the fact that you are dating bruce - this can go for most of them, tho cass and tim are probably the one that are the most reticent to meeting you ? but nevertheless, they still are here, because they for sure won't let damian and dick have all the 'fun'. now jason, is probably also coming for the shit and giggle.

or you meeting them could happen because of bruce - deciding that it's finally time you meet his kids, so he invite all of them to dinner telling them he was someone he wants them to meet, and telling you explicitly that he wants you to meet his family (and the people that are part of his family but aren't family family) - of course, he could talk about it with you first, he could never force you into that. the meet - dinner, probably do not go in the way bruce hoped for it to go (but truth be told, he wasn't expecting it to go the way he wished it did). it's not awful, nothing bad happen. it's just awkward. one of them (probably jason) let slip that they already knew about you - damian make it very clear that he doesn't accept you (and dick has to try to diffuse the situation and tell you that damian is just joking - damian is not joking and he gives a death glare to dick), tim probably do not say anything of half of the dinner before asking you a weird question about something he should have no information about (like what's up with one of your weird habit / quirk), cass is just silent - she assess you for the entirety of the dinner (she conclude by the end of it that you quite a nice person and that she likes you quite a bit), duke is very kind and is very polite with you (he is a bit apprehensive and isn't sure why he is there but he figures it's because bruce wanted to have at least one regular person treating you normally - dick is too ... enthusiastic for that role)

at the end of said dinner, when bruce is driving you home, it's probably the most silent ride home you have ever experienced. until you burst out laughing - the dinner was probably the funniest shit you experienced. it felt like it came straight out of a shitty tv show with 14 seasons. sure it was very much awkward but still funny ! you reassure bruce that it was fine, though you could have liked a warning.

and ... you can add a yandere twist on it, and i love yandere so ... . some of them (tim and cass and probably dick) could start developing yandere tendencies when they learn of your existence ( and keep 'tab on you' aka stalks you and learn everything they can about you ), the others (damian and jason + eventually steph and duke even though they are probably some of waaay lesser yandere-y yandere) could start becoming like that after they finally meet you in person. damian could be the one to take the most or less time to become attach on you, it depend, but he could go thru a big phase of 'i refuse for you to replace talia, my mother, therefor i will despite your entire existence' but if you try to get closer to him, this phase will end very soon and his barrier melt away, if you want to let him take his time to accept you, the result will be the same but damian will try to make up for the time he hated you.

and of course, yandere bruce could be so happy for you to like / get to know and get closer to his family, and that's one more way he can tie you to him !

[pacifistsworstnightmare]

HANDPRINTS — college!hitoshi shinsou

it's been, what, four years? since you've seen hitoshi— shinsou— whatever. he looks good, more grown than you can remember. time for an impromptu reunion!

MINORS DNI & warnings: alcohol and drug use (weed), oral sex (f. receiving) & slightttt overstim if you squint :p

a/n : this came to me like a fucking vision im telling you. like how extremely dehydrated people see mirages of an oasis. i get horny and see shinsou hitoshi. also name of this is from this song by chrysalis. cause i was listening when i started writing it. zero connection just a banger lmao. anyway blacked out and this is here! do enjoy mwah

m.list !

the noise is starting to give you a headache, that and the lights that are definitely too bright and flashy for just a random frat party. kaminari's already run off to mingle, leaving you alone in a house full of people you don't know despite being the one to drag you here— an attempt to "have some more fun", and "cheer up such a gloomy roomie".

you're not gloomy, just busy, coursework is tiring and frankly kicking your ass, but from where you're sitting on an unpopulated part of the kitchen bench nursing a warm cup of beer— you might look a little gloomy to any passerby.

you huff at your phone, failing another level of one of those puzzle games you mainly installed to give kami something to do when you're trying to tell him something (ipad baby, seriously. it's bad), before turning the whole thing off and shoving it into your back pocket. when you look up from your lap, you immediately have to do a double take, 'cause there's no way thats—

"holy shit, toshi?— err, shinsou?" his posture straightens up almost immediately, ears— pierced to oblivion— colouring with red as he looks over at the direction of your voice. he stares at you, like he's not entirely sure you're real, before walking away from whoever he was talking to in favour of you.

"fuck, yeah hi." hitoshi says your name like it belongs to him, like he's weighing it out on his tongue.

"how've you, uh- you been? s'been ages, y'look good." good is maybe an understatement, he looks insane. hair still dyed purple, dark roots like he needs a retouch, but it's longer and all dragged up out of his face by a thin metal-toothed headband— showing off the double eyebrow piercings he's sporting.

your eyes drag over him, and his do the same to you. the both of you taking it all in after such a long time apart.

he looks nervous as he huffs out a small laugh, hand coming up to scratch at the back of his neck— the same anxious tic still there. "yeah, yeah you too. four years? something crazy like that?"

you nod, humming as you still stare at him before lazily gesturing to his face— to the ears, the eyebrows, the nostrils, the fucking lip ring—

"i like the, uh- metal situation going on, shinsou" he winces like he's been fucking shot, sucking in a breath through his teeth before speaking again.

"hitoshi— toshi is fine. s'not like we're strangers or anything, s'still just me 'nd you." he takes a sip from his cup— water, you assume. he never liked drinking— before gesturing to the space above your elbow. "i like your tattoo."

you gesture back at all of him.

"i like yours, how'd they go over with your dad?" you match his actions, taking a sip from your cup and hiding a grimace from the taste as you stare at him— both of his arms inked to hell, some kind of suminagashi that you assume crawls up over his left shoulder 'cause you can see it peek up out of the collar of his shirt. you wonder if he has more that you can't see now.

"eh, old man stopped giving a shit after the third one." he shrugs it off casually, but you're cataloguing it— squirreling it away in the section of your mind labelled hitoshi.

you nod at that, leaning closer. "how's he doing?"

"my dad?" when you nod again, genuinely asking and genuinely seeking answers, he keeps going. "uh, yeah he's good— still teaching, which is nuts. eri's trying to get him to retire 'nd just rest for a bit, but uh- dad doesn't do that"

you blink at that, brows furrowed as you think about the little girl he's talking about— the little girl who can't be that little anymore.

"oh shit, eri— she's, what? thirteen? fourteen?"

he grins. "close, fifteen."

you grin back, even as a scandalised "no!" escapes your mouth. hitoshi matches you, like he always did. does.

"yes! her birthday was last month."

you clear your throat, eyes widening as you really think about it— about how long it's really been. "that's insane, wow— makes me feel old."

"you are old, s'the big twenty-four this year, isn't it?" your face flares with heat, blood warming the surface of your cheeks at the idea of being so well known. known entirely.

"yeah, it is. how's school? wait— how come you're here? isn't your uni in kobe?" he shrugs, a non-committal sound escaping his mouth as he flicks his tongue over his lip ring.

"months break, staying with dad 'nd eri," you nod again as he talks, finding yourself doing that way more than you usually would— actually engaging in conversation rather than just pretending. "kami heard monoma 'nd i were gonna be in musutafu, found a way to drag us in." you gasp, scandalised again by the words he says. he grins.

"what?! he knew you were here? asshole didn't tell me shit, i would've wanted to know," the latter half of your sentence is quieter, gentle annoyance at kami for not saying anything about something so big simmering below the surface. you push it down and tilt your head onto your shoulder, a lazy smile decorating your face. "missed you, y'know? four years is a long time."

"yeah, s'a long time. i missed you too, obviously." hitoshi says it like it is obvious, like you felt that same grief for the friendship that was there (you did, you do), and then he lifts his chin higher. "how much have you had to drink?"

you look at him sceptically, but you're sure it's not effective paired with the grin splitting your face.

"why, you metering me?" he scoffs out a laugh. god, how you've missed that fucking sound. "barely half a beer, don't know anyone here really 'nd i'm gonna need to drag kami out of here by the feet later probably." you scrunch your nose at the idea. that really is how these things tend to go when kaminari can finally manage to drag you out of the apartment.

"huh." you blink at him, setting your cup down on the bench beside your thigh. you don't seem to catch the way his eyes follow it.

"what?"

"do you wanna share a blunt? old times sake or whatever? i have a few pre-rolls on me, so..." he sounds nervous again, like he's propositioning you. you tilt your chin forward, closing in more on his space.

"what, you wouldn't mind sharing? mister 'hordes his weed like a dragon'?" he laughs, properly and fully, and you feel your stomach swoop so hard you're sure you'd have to be on a rollercoaster.

"don't mind if it's you."

"sweet talker," you hum, sliding off the kitchen bench now and standing up to your full height in front of him. when did he get so tall? "okay, c'mon— can probably find a spare room or something, it'll be quieter than out here and no one's gonna try to poach a drag."

hitoshi nods, a few times in quick succession— another anxious tic that still remains.

"clever." you try not to outwardly preen at the praise as you begin to wander through the swathes of drunk college kids in search of quiet.

"s'been ages, seriously— y'should have told me you were coming down this way." you murmur, the words slow and heavy in your mouth. and it feels so normal, to have skipped past all the obnoxious small talk and just lie in some random bed in the frat house— feels like no time as passed at all as you both stare up at the ceiling.

"kami said you're strapped with coursework, didn't wanna fuck with your flow or whatever," you huff at that, tilting your head to meet his eyes as he talks— slow blinks matching his own. "should've said i was coming, didn't know how."

your brows furrow slightly, pitching up a little on your elbow so you're looking down at him— headband forgotten and hair splayed against the bed.

"what do you mean?"

"s'been ages, like you said," he sighs. "wasn't sure if we were still friends."

"always friends, fucking dumbass— carry you 'round in my phone case, y'know? that photobooth one with you, 'nd me, 'nd eri." he blinks up at you, a lazy smile plastered to his face.

"fuck off— show me," you nod, already pulling your phone out of your back pocket and popping off the phone case to offer him the photo strip. "huh, look at that."

"s'cute, huh? she looks so little," you hum, tilting your head down until you're leaning the side of your face against his forehead as he looks at the photos. "and you look so sleepy."

"i still look sleepy." he deadpans, moving slow to look up at you more— handing off the photo strip for you to tuck safely back in your phone case.

"mm i guess, yeah." you lift your head away from his a little, still looking down at him as a hand comes up to gently tap at his eyebrow piercing with your thumb. "this is nice, when'd you get it done?"

he swallows thick, like it's a difficult task, before responding. "soon as i moved."

you nod lazily, a small smile on your face as your thumb slides down to tap at his nose rings.

"'nd these?"

"'round the same time."

"and this one?" your words aren't much louder than a whisper as you drag the pad of your thumb over his bottom lip— over the black ring healed and settled right in the middle of the plush flesh. he hums, staring at you with half-lidded eyes as he watches your movements, and he swallows as he feels a little pressure from your thumb on his mouth— adams apple bobbing just slightly as he takes you in.

"'bout a year ago, s'fully healed 'nd everything."

you're not entirely sure who kissed who first, whether it was hitoshi who dragged you down into it and held you there, or if it was you and he just followed so obediently— but it doesn't matter with how you're both already panting and licking into each other's mouths, teeth catching on metal and spit slicking both of your lips.

"oh, s'— 'nother one-" you mumble the words clumsily against his mouth, pointing out the metal ball in his mouth that drags against your tongue as he deepens the kiss.

"mhm, tongue piercing," your stomach swoops as he grins into his kiss, teeth nipping at your bottom lip. "shut up, jus' lemme kiss you."

"got it, got it—"

it goes on like that for a while, the slow push and pull of lips and tongues and hands, until he's breaking away from your mouth to duck his head below your chin and mouth at your neck— all the while panting quietly as his tongue drags along the column of your throat. not leaving marks, not if he doesn't know you like them.

"lemme go down on you? or, uh- can i? go down on you?" he huffs softly against your collarbone, pressing a softer kiss there before pitching up to kiss along your jaw and close to your ear. "please?"

you laugh at his insistence, hands coming up to brush through his hair. "think you're the first person who's ever added a 'please' about wanting to eat me out."

"that's fucked, don't tell me that—" he groans the words out, like it's a fucking travesty to hear you say that (it is). "god, you're so pretty you know that? so fucking pretty."

"you're pretty."

"not like you are, here— lay down, whatever's comfy for you i can work with." you hum at that, laying back but still pitched up on your elbows. he grins again, high and lazy, before ducking down to kiss you again.

his lips eventually leave yours again and trail down your jaw to your neck, gentle kisses and laves of tongue brushing along heated skin as he moves along your collarbone. he pushes your shirt up, just enough to expose your bra— one of his hands running along the exposed skin of your side, tracing over curves and dips of your body, his touch soft but so possessive as his other hand comes up to yank his shirt over his head in one fluid motion and toss it somewhere on the other end of the bed.

so the tattoo does crawl up his neck. huh.

"lift your hips a little, help me out here." his words snap you out of the little daze you had going on, hips pitching up to make it easier for him to drag your pants down. you're suddenly really glad you wore pretty, but still sturdy, underwear— surely soaked by now.

"oh these are cute, glad 'm seeing 'em and not someone else."

"shut up."

"'m serious, they're cute. you're cute." he punctuates his words with a few kisses, a few gentle nips, to the inside of your thighs— looking up at you with half-lidded eyes that have you clenching around nothing. "can i take them off?"

you nod at him and his smile only brightens, hands coming down to tug your underwear down and off your legs— tossing them gently on top of his discarded shirt.

"fuck, look at you." he murmurs the words with such reverence you almost feel shy, and the cold almost sting of his rings as his palms glide up and down your thighs doesn't exactly help. "so fucking pretty, seriously."

he drops his head down now, settled on his knees between your legs, and kisses down your stomach— a slow, wet trail that has you squirming around just a little, and when he fucking smiles against your hip bone, you can't help but let out a sighed moan.

"i got it, i got it— this is cool?" he looks at you as he settles now on his stomach— hands wrapped around your thighs as he ducks low enough to breathe hot air across your cunt as he talks.

one of your hands comes up to thread into his hair, leaving you half-up on one elbow as you watch him.

"yeah, s'cool. 'm good." he nods, a few times in quick succession, before pressing a kiss to your clit— and as if he used the small jolt as your bodies permission, sinks down to drag his flattened tongue over you.

your hips tick up into his mouth as your head drops back with a whine, and a groan from him vibrates against you— sending waves of pleasure over your entire body.

"fuck, baby— y'taste so fucking good, better than i every fucking imagined." you don't register hitoshi's words, not really, kind of busy trying not to lose it and cum already and embarrass yourself— but with the way he's pressed up against you, pierced tongue dipping into your leaking entrance as he laps you up, and the way he's talking to you— it's more than a little hard.

the sounds coming from you, from him, are absurd. you can't remember any time when someone's made you feel like this, and you tug at his hair a little harder when the metal ball of his tongue bar knocks into your clit. the sound he makes at that is debauched, his hips grinding down into the mattress seeking friction and pressure— cock at attention and surely leaking into his boxers.

"so fucking sweet, huh?" he talks into your cunt, like there's conversation to be had there, and he all but whines out against you when you pull his hair again. so that's a thing he likes, you catalogue it. squirrel it away for later.

"wait, fuck— 'm gonna cum—" you're panting, writhing around a little as if you can't decide if you wanna drag his face closer to you or push him away. how much time has passed? it feels like forever and five minutes all at the same time.

"s'the point, baby, you got it." he mumbles against you, coming up for air for a second to kiss at your inner most thigh. "i gotcha." rolls off his tongue before his lips return to where you want him most, slurping and sucking at you, and if you weren't so out of it the noises would embarrass you.

"no, 's too soon— fuck, fuckfuckfuck, toshi-"

"lemme have it, s'okay." he focuses his mouth more on your clit now, sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth and running his tongue back and forth— breathing into you, spit bubbling up and over his chin and down into the little wet patch under your ass. part you, and part him.

when you do cum, all breathy and shaky and fucking beautiful, he doesn't give you much of a reprieve— lifting his head just a little to suck in a few quick breaths before dropping his face back down. like he can't get enough of you (he can't).

"one more— c'mon baby, jus' one more, for me?" your head snaps up, cunt sensitive and pulsing as his mouth seals back over it, but you make no move to shove him away yet.

"you're fucking crazy— holy fuck, toshi-" he ruts into the bed more, moaning into your pussy as his hips stutter— sensitive and such a goner after hearing you like this. having you like this.

"there it is, you got it." he's grinning as he talks into your cunt, not moving his mouth away while he babbles praise even as your second orgasm within a minute ebbs and flows in fucking waves— pulses of electricity that fry your brain and make your vision swim. his tongue dips again, dragging up until the metal ball catches on your clit in a way that makes your hips jolt— only then is your hand finally tugging at his hair to pull him away.

"okay- okay! enough, s'too much—" you whine, breathless and boneless all the same. "jesus christ."

he huffs, pressing a soft, final kiss to your clit before sitting up a little and resting his head against your thigh— nuzzling his cheek into the meat of you.

"good?"

"good he asks? you're crazy."

"yeah, 'bout you." you laugh, soft and out of breath, as your chest rises and falls. he sits up more, rising to his knees again better your legs— hands brushing up and down your thighs all the while he scans the room for a box of tissues or something. "here, lemme clean you up a little—"

"what about you? 'm not useless, lemme suck your dick." he stares down at you, his face and ears and neck addled with heat as he brings a hand up to brush through his sweaty hair.

"uh- no, we're good." the pout you offer back almost kills him. almost has him making another mess in his boxers.

"you don't want me to?"

"not that, god i want you to— s'already taken care of itself s'what i mean."

"what, you came in your pants giving head?" he nods like he's proud, because he is proud— making you feel good absolutely made him feel good, sue the guy. "what fucking lab did you crawl out of, why're you so..." you lazily gesture to all of him, a smile on your face as you other hands comes up to rub your face.

"taking that as a compliment." he hums softly, dipping down to kiss you. you taste yourself on his tongue, and hope you'll be allowed to get used to it. "here, you too sensitive to let me help?"

"no, s'okay. i'll say if it's not, or kick you in the head maybe." you let him gently clean you up with a few tissues from the box beside whoever's bed this is, and as he massages his fingers into the meat of your thighs— like a fucking saint— you reach for your phone. "shit, s'almost twelve already."

"what, curfew?" the smug little smile on his face has you rolling your eyes affectionately, sitting up and tugging your shirt back down your chest.

"no, just have an exam in the morning and i need to get kami home." you reach behind yourself and grab for his shirt, offering it to him as you will your legs to work to be able to put your underwear back on. he pouts at you this time. "don't look at me like that, one of the guys'll drive us."

"not an asshole i hope?" you shake your head slightly at his protectiveness— something that's stayed, been stagnant and surfaced even now after all this time. you smile at him, leaning up to kiss him.

"nah, not an asshole."

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[my-sun-m00n-and-stars]

my favorite thing about the star wars fandom is the in-depth speculation about alien dick shapes

[sky-is-the-limit]

𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢, 𝚍𝚘𝚐𝚐𝚢, 𝚌𝚘𝚠𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕, 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚙𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚠𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕, 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚐𝚐𝚢, 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢, 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚗, 𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚑𝚘𝚐, 𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚘, 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚐𝚐𝚢, 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍, 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚕𝚎, 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛, 𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚞𝚜, 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚕𝚢, 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕, 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛, 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚞𝚜𝚑, 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚘𝚙, 𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎, 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚜, 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚡 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚝, 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚐 𝚞𝚙, 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚜 𝚞𝚙, 𝚞𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗, 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚍, 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛, 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗, 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑, 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎, 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚎.

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[aceissomunster]

discowing + jaybin ! press for quality

txtless + ref under the cut

ignore my horrible art please i drew this on ibis paint x with my finger and the soft felt tip pen brush. and my crappy penmanship.

[fandomimaginez]

[shadows-writing-lounge]

Ganondorf General Horny Headcanons Peen Edition

Content: dick having reader, you/your pronouns, Reader described as smaller than Ganondorf. Sparse bodily mentions. Kinks from the first post apply. Warnings show up as needed.

Ganondorf size, kinks and Gender Neutral Reader

Pussy Having Reader Version

Terms used: dick, cock, chest, bosom,

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Ganondorf appreciates his partner's form regardless of their assets. He doesn't go out of his way to make it known though the floodgates open of you where to ask about it.

The curves and lines of your body. Any definition of muscle or smooth area of fat. He squeezes your hips, thighs, stomach and chest, saying everything he loves about them and what he'd do to them if you let him.

After he's done with everything else he'll have you on his lap as he touches the cock between your legs. Pulling your legs apart to have more space for his big calloused hands. His hands tease the sensitive skin of your inner thighs before cupping your arousal. Praising you for being so excited and receptive for him.

Not up to penetration? Feel free to rub your cock against his cock. Even if he's soft, feel it grow hard under your ministrations. Thighjobs and assjobs welcome.

CW: Mentions of the chest. If you have chest dysphoria or dysmorphia please skip to the next red word. There also mentions of marking and hickies on the skin.

If you show insecurity about your chest. Small or large it does matter. He tells you to press your bosom against his erection. This erection is just for you. He cums where you want he has plenty to spare.

He'll take his time with your chest. If you're able to come from nipple stimulation be prepared for it to be exploited.

If you're able to visibly bruise he'd mark the flesh of your chest with bruises, hickies and bites. If you ask him to stop he'll relent.

Hylian

CW: Exhibitionism and possibly objectification? Go to the bolded word to skip.

Teases you about the nature of your relationship. Forsaking your race to be with him. A traitor, heretic even. Maybe he should dress you up pretty and parade you around. Looking only, please. Don't touch.

Nonetheless. He enjoys the mirth from it. Specially the size difference so easy to hold and to move. An almost mocking bite to the tip of your pointed ear before deciding you're properly prepared to take him.

Other Hylians might not be allowed to touch but if you're up to it the Gerudo ladies would be up to discovering the differences of Hylians and Gerudo anatomy. He doesn't trust most of the men under his rule but that doesn't mean he can't conquer up some phantoms just for your use.

Gerudo

Note: Heavily implied to be AMAB. Reader is strong.

A single Gerudo male is born circa one hundred years. This son is by law the king.

With this in mind it's obvious why Ganondorf choose to have you by his side. Two Gerudo kings ruling together. That's just history writing itself. Ganondorf also doesn't mind that his partner can easily lift him.

Maybe take turns deciding who's topping tonight but wrestling. First pinned is the bottom. Maybe first 2/3.

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I didn't have as many thoughts about this as I thought.

[hungharrington]

happy birthday hungharrington! and congrats on everything!!

i was wondering if i could request a little something with prompts from both lists! i was thinking maybe a little beach trip with The Gang (established relationship reader and steve) with the prompts “mutual masturbation because they don’t have the energy for anything else” + “shh, there are people in the other room.”

either or is also fine! i love your work <3

hi my love!! thank you so much 😚and also thank you for being here and coming to my beeday party <3 you're the lucky first one to arrive omg... i hope this is ok, it kinda got more plot than porn my bad <3 afab!reader, 2.2k, mdni this entire blog is 18+

how to beat the summer heat

Between the car engine droning lowly beneath you and the heat of Steve's leather seats, you could nearly be lulled off to sleep. Safe in the passenger seat of Steve's car, it's highly tempting.

You would let yourself too, if you weren't so close to getting back to Steve's house. That—and the racket that the baby teenagers in the backseat keep stirring up, their rustling non-stop.

"Can you keep to your side of the seat?" Lucas says, somewhat scathingly.

"Can you learn how to say please?" Dustin spits back.

"Oh my god, you're so obviously an only child."

"Um, only by blood. Steve is practically my brother. Right, Steve?"

Beside you, one hand draped over the front wheel to steer, Steve's face twitches closer to a smile. The sun has done wonders to him. His hair looks lighter, his skin tanner — there's a glow to his whole demeanour. You're willing to bet if you reached out and touched him, he'd be just as warm as when he was laying in the sun an hour before.

Steve's eyes move up off the road to look in the rearview mirror.

"Uh huh." He agrees glibly, his gaze drifting to you and your evidently sleepy, curled-up form. "Whatever gets you turds to be quiet."

Dustin makes a squawk of protest but whatever battle he's looking to pick next is lost, the car already pulling in to the Harrington driveway.

It's a full-house tonight with the trip out to the watering hole. It's not far to travel by car, but too far by bike — and what had started as a simple plan for you and Steve to beat the summer heat, quickly spiralled into a full babysitting gig. Including a sleepover.

"Christ, why did we agree to this?" Steve huffs a sigh, watching through the windshield.

The backseat had emptied the moment he parked, each rambunctious teen rocketing towards the door the moment they could. There's definitely a door left open in the back and they're already squabbling as they push through the door. They're multitaskers, you'll give them that.

You unfurl from your tucked up position, groaning at the lovely stretch you get, and grin over at your boyfriend. "'Cos we happen to love those little twerps."

Steve's gaze switches to you, softening in an instant. He reaches a hand out and rubs your thigh tenderly.

"Y'alright, honey? You gonna take a nap?"

He's got, what you've affectionately nicknamed, his boyfriend voice on — a little more gooey and doting than he would ever be around other people. You hum happily and lean into his touch, reaching down and placing your hand atop his.

"Maybe..." You say, dragging your finger idly across the back of his hand. It betrays the fact you might have other plans.

The two of you have had to be rather restrained today, given the company. But it doesn't mean you've stopped lingering touches when you can sneak them, nor your heavy gazes and kisses too close to lust.

Steve's grip on your thigh tightens slightly, the vein in the back of his hand prominent. You see his throat bob as he swallows.

"Better get inside first," You say with a smile, breaking the moment to crack open your door. Steve's hand slips off your thigh as you step out.

The pavement is hot enough you can nearly feel it through your sandals, the air bending in the heat. Its not quite heat of the day anymore, but it still lingers enough to make you sweat. You push your door closed, then nudge Dustin's door closed too.

Steve's quick to stick close by as you both wander back up to his house, closer than he needs to be. You have to press down your smile—he's incredibly obvious at times. It's something that endears you even more.

"Someone's keen," You tease lightly, looking over your shoulder at him.

Steve reaches out and gives your waist a quick squeeze. "Someone got no warning about your newest bikini." He murmurs accusingly.

You laugh at that. He's absolutely right and it was entirely by design, getting to slowly reveal the new set to him for the first time today.

He'd already gotten in the water, had shaken his hair out like a dog and was dotingly waiting for you to join him. And as you had eased your shorts down, the new tight red bikini bottoms revealing themselves, Steve had promptly inhaled a mouthful of water, then hacked it back out.

"So, I shouldn't have worn it?" You ask, already knowing the answer. The door's still ajar from where the kids have filed through and you step through, kicking your sandals off.

"Are you kidd—"

"Steve! Where's the pizza?" Dustin interjects, panting in the doorframe at the end of the hall. Steve's nose twitches, the only evidence of his displeasure at being interrupted.

"In the freezer!" He calls back. He looks down at you, eyes catching on the red stripe of your bikini top still visible.

"Hey, uhhh," Steve catches Dustin's attention just in time, focusing back on the kid. "Can I trust you can handle the oven? We're gonna take a nap, sleep off some the sun."

Wobbly start, but strong finish. Dustin's eyes squint for only a second, enough that you wonder if he can tell, before— "I'm literally so offended that you think I can't use an oven, Steve."

Then he turns and leaves, doorframe now empty. Steve blinks, turning to you, a coy grin toying at his lips. "Well, that was easy."

Rolling your eyes, you take the stairs quickly, knowing the way to Steve's room like the back of your hand. Steve follows dutifully. You hear him shed his shirt as he goes, throwing it over the banister to deal with later.

It's hotter up here, the warmth collecting in the roof and circulating down to keep temperatures high in all of the upstairs rooms. You push into Steve's room and then wrinkle your nose, heading straight for the window to open it. Fresh air rolls in and you sigh in relief, stepping back and flopping onto Steve's bed in a lump.

A moment later and Steve joins you.

"It might actually be too hot to have sex," He says, rolling his head in your direction. "And too tiring. That nap actually sounds like a good idea right about now." He pauses a moment, eyes cast to the ceiling, brow scrunched together. "Oh my god, are we old?"

You laugh, turning to be closer. "Maybe we are."

You kick off your shorts to remove the stifling fabric and your shirt follows suit, alleviating some of the heat. The bikini is still the slightest bit damp. You stretch out, unsure if you'll be napping or something else altogether.

Steve glances over, then groans, his hands coming up to cover his face.

"Not fair." He says, voice muffled behind his hands. "I just said—"

"I'm literally just lying here."

"Exactly!" Steve exclaims, pulling his hands away from his face. He rolls over onto his side, one hand holding up his head, his bicep bulging.

"You're just... laying on my bed..." He says, voice suddenly lower.

His free hand reaches out, slipping a finger beneath the strap of your bikini.

"In the most... delectable little number I've ever seen."

His pupils are wide and his lids low, his heavy gaze trailing across your body with a hunger you're well familiar with.

"And we're both too hot and tired to do anything about it." He finishes with a whinge, his head flopping forward into the bed, pressed up against your arm. You giggle, reaching out to card your fingers through his hair.

"What if we don't," You start, an idea forming in your head. The quick flashes of how it could unfold, the mere thought of Steve's hand pumping his own cock, right next to you, sends a hot pulse between your legs.

You look over at Steve who's perked back up, watching you with a furrow in his brow. "But we still do. Just by ourselves."

It takes a moment for the words to sink in, the pinch in Steve's brows still there as he searches your face for what you mean. You can see it when it dawns on him, pupils blowing wider.

"What, you mean like-?" He makes a crude jerk off motion with his hand, eyes wide.

You blush and laugh at the same time, suddenly unsure if that's something Steve would like. Hesitantly, you nod.

Turns out, you needn't worry, given how Steve flushes so much, it travels up to his ears. He's nodding, an excited sort of grin on his face before he ducks in to steal a quick kiss from you.

"Yeah," He says shakily. "That's- yeah, let's do that."

He rolls back to lay on his back, the tightness in his swimshorts far more apparent now. You watch eagerly as he reaches down, tugging at the drawstrings to loosen them up. His hand disappears into them and you see the heavy swallow of his throat, the soft flutter of his eyelashes as he grips himself.

You're so transfixed that it takes Steve nodding to you, murmuring your turn, with his voice rougher than usual to snap you out of it. Heat from something other than the summers day thrums through you, the heartbeat in your cunt getting louder, needier.

It's easy to slip one hand beneath the stretchy fabric, Steve watching closely as his hand begins to move. You trace a finger down slowly, finding a well of slick waiting for you, your fingers dipping in gently.

Dragging the wetness back up, you begin to push lazy circles on you clit, a hazy, quiet sort of pleasure beginning to buzz beneath your skin.

It spikes up when you pull your focus back to Steve, and suddenly there's too many places you want to look. Your eyes are drawn to the movement in his shorts, to the slow way he fucks his hand, lazy and unhurried — but his noises are too enticing to ignore.

Bare chest rising and falling with his breaths, Steve groans lowly in the back of his throat, soft and throaty. You don't even know if he knows he's doing it, the little catch of his breath when his hand strokes up over the head of his cock where his groan gets louder.

You have this reaction practically memorised, from the countless times where it's been your hand gliding over his cock, pulling sweet sounds from his mouth.

"Feel good?" You whisper.

Your own voice is a bit breathier than usual, pleasure still slowly burning in your core. Steve's hand stutters at the sound of it, resuming at a slightly faster pace.

"Fuck, yes," He whispers back heavily, not quite as quiet. His eyes are ever moving, constantly undecided if he'd rather look at the sight of your hand between your thighs, rubbing away, or your face, so switching between the two rapidly. "God, y're so pretty."

You smile at his sweetness, even if it is wrapped in the filthy scenario. Your legs spread a little further, sinking into your comfort.

There's something about the whole scene — the warmth of the summer afternoon and the laziness of both of you, tired and barely chasing the pleasure, just dozing in it, that sets your desire burning.

"Yeah? You're not so bad yourself, pretty boy." You whisper back, voice more sultry this time. Your eyes hunt for that reaction too — the adorable flush Steve gets when he's called pretty.

You're not disappointed. You're rewarded even, with Steve's blush returning down his chest and his hand speeding up again. He moans this time, louder than before, and you remember abruptly that you're not without company.

"Shh," You murmur, your own fingers moving faster, a whine threading into your words. Heat blazes deep in your gut, building and building. "There are people in the other room, baby. We've gotta be quiet."

"I—ngh-" Steve cuts himself out with another soft moan, turning this time and burying his head against your neck, as if to smother his noises. His hand has abandoned any slow pretence, jerking up and down on his cock fast enough you can hear the slick sounds of his pre-cum.

"I'm not gonna—last," He pants, quieter this time. "Y'so fuckin' hot. This is- christ, the hottest thing we've done—"

His string of whiny moans and frenzied words sets you off, the hook in your tummy suddenly tightening without warning.

Your hand pushes faster, burning hot pleasure washing over you, as you turn and bury your own ragged moan in Steve's mouth. He takes it, capturing it in a messy kiss.

You hear the stagger in his breath when he cums, hitching up and devolving into a filthy moan you have to smother with a kiss. Steve's hand is still moving, same as your own, pulling every dreg of pleasure from himself.

It's a long minute of bliss, mouths pressed together, the ends of orgasms chased. You can feel your skin sweating where it's ended up pressed against Steve, feel the dampness between your thighs, the stickiness of the whole affair.

Steve kisses you again, more purposefully than his last, yet lazy and content. Drizzled with pleasure, he nips at your bottom lip, then soothes it with another kiss. You can't help but smile into the kiss, somehow already scheming of what round two might look like in the shower.

A cold shower, of course.

come join the celebration <3

[hyperballart]

art has the shortest refractory period you’ve ever witnessed—and while it is a blessing most of the time, you need a break. he and patrick had just finished fucking you, one in your ass and the other in your pussy. you love taking them both but it drains you, so much so that when art gets hard ten minutes after such a strong orgasm and starts humping at your thigh from where you’re squished between him and patrick you whine at him. “leave me alone”, and art grumbles a bratty response without halting his hips, “need to cum again, please let me just one more time—“. patrick is watching in amusement but it’s cut short when you tell art to just fuck him instead, you’re too tired.

and they’re good boys, so they listen. in a sequence of events patrick is face down on all fours while art ruts into him from behind. you pick up a book and mindlessly let them go at it, carding through patrick’s thick curls while he moans lewdly. you act like they’re not even there on the same bed, like the headboard isn’t slamming against the wall. art keeps spitting out small curses and mentioning how tight patrick is, and of course he’s too smug not to respond, “come on donaldson, stop being a pussy and fuck me right,” and it riles him up just enough.

in a minute art starts thrusting him more vigorously, pushing his head down on the pillows and then gripping his hips to pound into him. what had started off as just quick humping of art’s cock into patrick had transformed into this animalistic scene. patrick’s arms had long given up on him, he’s just moaning nonsense loudly with his eyes closed smushed against the pillow. you continue petting his hair for moral support while art takes everything out on him, “this is what it takes to shut you up, huh?,” patrick makes out a loud uh huh, fuck yeah and art laughs, “look at you, can’t even speak. all fucked dumb on this dick—that’s right, take it.”

patrick’s limp hand trails down to stroke himself frantically , “fuck, fuck—keep going right there. that fucking spot—oh shit—art i’m gonna—“ and even after he spurts out his release art isn’t letting up. he doesn’t care how much whining the boy under him is doing, he needs this.

so for the next two rounds art has in him, you’ll just have to pet and wipe tears off of pat’s blissed out face, you’ll worry about the puddle under him later.

[callieisto]

Sighs weakly… Dick Grayson is so cute ok. Blame him.

(NSFW, minors Dni. Fem!Reader, unprotected sex, giggly sex, oral (fem reader receiving), passing mentions of Dick’s first time being with Kori, lots of kissing, gentle sex, breeding, praise, Dick is kind of an asshole… but he’s real cute so he can get away with it I guess. He’s also super whiny.)

…♡…

Dick is pretty sure he hasn’t felt this way about someone since… ever, maybe. But pulling you through the rain and into his apartment did something to him- the way your clothes clung to your body, the giggle you sported while climbing the staircase… it’s driving him just the slightest bit up the wall.

So, of course, when he gets you into his apartment, he’s kissing you before he even gets in the door. Giggling into the kiss, bending you backwards as the two of you trip over the threshold only to catch you when the both of you nearly go tumbling to the floor.

“I love you,” he whispers between quick pecks, the rain-drenched smile never leaving his face for more than a few seconds at a time.

He’s finally happy, for the first time since… well, since Kori, he guesses. Kori had been his first everything, and he still cared for her, but what he feels for you is just so much.

“Let me get you out of those clothes,” he whispers against your lips, lightly kicking the door shut and fumbling as he tries to lock it without looking. “You’re gonna- gonna get hypothermia. Lemme warm you up.”

Your jacket- his jacket, technically, oversized even on him- goes first, thudding to the floor, water weight making it sound like a bag of rocks. He breathes out against your lips, greedy hands fumbling with the laces of your dress. He laughs weakly, like he’s embarrassed, and finally just… gives up. Drops down to his knees and pushes the skirt of your dress out of the way, kissing you over your underwear.

“So pretty,” he murmurs, little pecks turning into open-mouthed kisses against your rain-drenched underwear. “Is this all because of the rain?” He asks, laughing quietly because he’s an asshole, but he’s your asshole, and before you can even mutter a reply he’s tugged your panties down and making out with your pussy.

You lean against the wall for support as Dick moans into you, hands grabbing at your thighs and holding you up. His tongue is warm and, just like everything else about him, seems to be crafted perfectly just for your pleasure. He sucks on your clit, moans against your folds, murmurs “please cum for me please please please” like he’s praying. And when you finally do, he works you through it, before he pulls back with a dazed grin and stands to kiss you softly.

(He tastes like you.)

He finally gets the dress off- giving you an orgasm must’ve cleared his mind, because it comes off so much easier- and before you know it, he’s curled over you while your back presses into the soft comforter of his bed. He giggles, again, and pulls back just enough to trail kisses down your body.

“You’re so perfect,” he whispers. “You’re so gorgeous, baby. You know how crazy you were making me at lunch? God, you’re just irresistible. I love you. I love you so much. You’re so beautiful.”

He pulls your underwear the rest of the way off and stumbles to get his own clothes off, pouting dramatically as you giggle when he has to actually focus on getting his belt and pants off.

His hands are back on you as soon as he stumbles out of his jeans and boxers, hovering over you, just taking in the sight of you spread out on his bed, hair wet, skin sparkling in the low amber light from the hallway. “I love you.” He says softer, more genuinely, his eyes full of adoration.

He kisses you, then, one hand moving to cradle the back of your head and bring you closer to him. His tongue traces the seam of your lips, waiting for you to open to him, licking into your mouth with glee once you yield. He moans, rolling his hips into yours, desperate and wanting. He yearns. His body is burning up with all the desire in his blood, he’s pretty sure there’s steam coming off him when he pulls back to take in the view.

And wow. He loves the view.

He puts his hand on your stomach, soft and gentle and warm as he guides his cock to your entrance with his other hand. He slides in, slow, teasing, chuckling when you whine and squirm.

“Impatient,” he laughs, his hips finally coming flush with yours. His hand moves from your stomach to the mattress beside your head. “You just want more, huh? Want more of me? God, I love how desperate you are. You’re so pretty.”

The words are just spilling out, murmured low and sweet as he slowly rocks forward. He picks up the pace, grabbing the back of your leg with one hand and pushing it up slightly to open up the angle of his thrusts. A hoarse moan spills from his mouth when you squeeze around him, incomprehensible praise following.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whines, curling over you slightly. “You’re so perfect, god, it’s like you were made to take my cock. You were, weren’t you? No other explanation for how- mnh- how fucking perfect you are, you had to have been made for me, shit.”

He’s rambling, sweaty forehead dropped into the space where your shoulder meets your neck, the words mere puffs of air against your skin. He quiets, eventually, when he busies himself sucking hickeys into every inch of bare skin his mouth can reach. It’s a lot of skin.

The hand that had been holding your leg open moves, sliding down the back of your thigh and over until he finds your clit with a practiced ease that just displays how well he knows your body. He’d spent many sleepless nights tracing your body with his tongue, his fingers, his eyes. He knows your body almost as well as he knows his own at this point, eyes closed as he just feels.

He feels you.

“Cum for me,” he begs, and he sounds wrecked, just absolutely gutted just from being inside you. His lips are warm against your throat. “Please, baby, please, just gimme one more, I want it so bad. I need it, please-”

He actually chokes out a sound that sounds like a sob when you gasp, high and sweet, spasming around his cock, nails digging into his shoulder blades as you come undone of his cock.

“Thank you,” he babbles, his thrusts growing faster, more erratic. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, I-I’m gonna give you mine, I am, where do you want it?”

The world drops out from under him when your whimpered “inside, Dick, please” floats into his ears. He groans, lifts his head from the crook of your neck, fixes you with the best smile he can manage. It’s a little wobbly, a little cocky, but full of love.

“You want it inside?” He whispers, nudging his nose against yours all soft and kissing the corner of your mouth between sentences. “Fuck, you really are perfect. So- just so impossibly perfect. I’m gonna cum inside, I am, I promise, I’m gonna fill you up, just like you want.”

He keeps babbling as he fucks into you- ‘gonna put a baby in you’ and ‘you feel so nice’ and ‘so pretty when you know what you want’. He’s desperate, thrusts growing sloppy as he gets close.

And then he curls in on himself, body tensing up like a bowstring pulled taut, shuddering as he cums. He whines, gripping your hip with one hand, a gasping moan escaping his lips.

After a moment, he pulls out, then goes boneless on top of you. The next few minutes are spent with the two of you pressed together, sweaty and satiated, breathing evening out slowly. He begins to pepper you with kisses when he comes back to himself, a lazy smile on his face.

“I love you.” He murmurs again, just to be sure you know it. “Really love you.”

When you wiggle beneath him- probably sticky with sweat and rainwater, he thinks, because the same feeling is clinging to his skin- he hums, pushing himself up and off of you.

He makes his way to the bathroom and wets a washcloth, coming back to wipe your body down softly. He’s gentle, quiet, but he can’t resist leaning in and pressing a kiss to your overly sensitive clit. He does relent when you push on his forehead, a laugh bubbling up from his lips when you whine his name and tug on his hair.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he cooed, moving up the bed to kiss your forehead. “You’re just so fun to tease.”

The rest of the night is full of soft words and aftercare, getting you in the shower and cleaning you up, getting you your favorite snacks from the CVS around the corner from his apartment complex, holding you while you fall asleep.

And at every turn, he’s there to murmur “I love you”. Because he does.

[moopsoup]

the party’s over, the guests are gone and rafayel’s leaning against the counter, licking the last bit of frosting from his fingers, watching you with that lazy half lidded gaze. “still got one more cake to eat,” he murmurs and you laugh, thinking he means the leftover slices—until he’s pressing up behind you, hands curling around your hips, his breath warm against your neck.

oh.

rafayel who eases you onto the bed, pushing you forward until you’re on your knees, ass up, back arched so pretty just for him. he groans at the sight. his big hands smoothing over the skin on your ass and spreading you wide before he leans in, pressing slow lingering kisses down the curve of your ass, trailing lower…and lower.

rafayel who takes his time licking a slow, teasing stripe up your cunt before diving in, tongue flicking, swirling, fucking messy with it like he’s savoring you. like you’re the best dessert he’s ever had. his grip tightens when you jolt, thighs trembling, and he just chuckles, voice muffled against your skin. “s’good, huh?”

rafayel who hums when you start to squirm, nails clawing at the sheets, gasping every time he drags his tongue over your clit and devours you like he’s starving. he knows you’re close. he can feel it in the way you tense, in the way your moans pitch higher. and he doesn’t let up, doesn’t stop, not until you’re gushing all over his tongue, trembling and whimpering.

rafayel who licks his lips and presses one last open mouthed kiss to your pussy before dragging his fingers up your slick folds teasingly. his voice all soft and sweet. “give me just one more,” he purrs, slipping two fingers, knuckles deep inside, curling them just right. “i’m the birthday boy after all, cutie.”

[acid-ixx]

Wouldn’t it be funny if Reader shows just a tiny amount of happiness to any one of the batfam, and the next thing you know they try their best to make Reader to do it again.

Example:

Dick:Makes a silly joke

Reader: Actually smiles and laughs at it

Dick: gloats about it to the fam

The BatFam: practically on all fours chasing after Reader to try and make them laugh

Don’t stress out with your writings (btw love your ‘again & again’ series❤️)

Take your time and don’t forget to drink water🫶🫶🫶

laughter is the best medicine

ft. yan! dick grayson, jason todd, and damian wayne

— masterlist !

more beneath the cut ! fluff ? with a mix of yandereness is my thing hehe. i love this ask sm <3 you guys are being fed well today !!!

reblogs and interactions are encouraged and appreciated.

ugh they're the definition of giving someone an inch and they'll be taking a mile. it would especially be annoying if it were dick on the receiving end of the line. but even if he'd be the one you'd take most precaution to, don't underestimate just how much your opinion holds the most value in the family. so they'll most definitely gloat about their achievement of making you smile or hell, even leaning against their shoulder willingly calls for a celebration.

trust me when i say that living in a stuffy manor already sucks, and they don't exactly like seeing you sulk and merely rot in your bed all day. so like any loving family would do, they'll try their damn best to at least see a quirk of your mouth or that faint glimmer in your that dick oh-so enchantingly talk about.

so it comes to them in the form of a surprise that one day, when your oldest brother accidentally trips over one of your expensive novelty ballpen, instead of nearly shouting at him for breaking one of your favorites, it was the "oomph!" sound his throat makes and his wide eyes when his ass directly landed on the floor that makes you crack into small giggles.

if it weren't for his enhanced hearing, dick would've crossed out your laughter as a hallucination, a product of imagination, something entirely impossible to produce, but no.

he had proven himself wrong.

once he turns back at you, he sees the crinkle of your eyes and your palm trying to cover your shit eating grin. the plump of your cheeks are so accentuated that he forgets the initial embarrassment he feels in the first place, replaced with awe at just how artfully captivating his sibling looks; sitting by

it's like a painting, he wishes it was. he wishes tim would be quick enough to capture the succession of your smiles in the live camera feed.

all because he couldn't believe it. couldn't believe that his baby bird is laughing. they're laughing and they look so mirthful and full of life when doing so.

yes, you're laughing at him, at his stupidity for being unable to detect a mere ballpen despite being trained to locate every known obstacle in a field.

but fuck, he was already raised at a circus to fulfill the role of an acrobat who entertains the crowd. what more could it be if that means he could play the role of a clown for you, his baby bird worth more than a thousand lives, whose laughter is equivalent to the immense euphoria that is filling his entire being?

give him an inch and he'll take an entire mile.

the next day, you'd be greeted with... a lot of peculiar instances within your family. all of which you would laugh at because it's not typical that your family displays mistakes, and you feel a bit better about yourself when their imperfections seem to seep out of their being— or maybe it's just your thoughts eating you up again, because is it just you or did jason, tim, and even damian, manage to at least trigger a reaction out of you?

tim would accidentally end up drinking orange juice right after brushing his teeth. his cringing expression, choked gargling and immense spitting is enough to guarantee a light chuckle from your seated form as you ate your cereal in peace, watching him as he tries to rid of the bitter taste on his tongue. although, bitter as it may, the sweetness and the aching of his tooth overpowers the regret he fills for gulping an entire bottle of orange juice down his throat.

he's so glad that he had set up multiple cameras and recorders at different angles prior to your time spent with him because he just couldn't stop watching your reaction in loop whilst he tried to continue his investigations within gotham's latest crime news. yet no matter how hard he attempts to control himself, his eyes couldn't stop looming over to your form, finding your reaction too incredibly cute to be ignored. yeah, he'll do his duties later. for now, he just needs to... screenshot every single frame of your expressions.

jason isn't much of a joker but when reading you one of your favorite stories, he had managed to mispronounce one of the words so badly that it ruined the narrative of the classical book he was voice acting for you. it was a stupid thing to laugh at, but for a guy like jason, who was an english nerd in his very prime, it would be hilarious— especially when his gothamite accent seeps into his vocabulary; which is very unbefitting for the voice of a character who was a princess that loves to wear frilly, pink dresses.

imagine a man, with a growl that vibrates through his skull, and muscles that bulge through his shirt, voices a princess of all people! his high pitched register for the character was already grating to your ears, but the sudden shift from an airy and girlish to deep and gruff with an added effect of a voice crack at the word "cake" was enough to let you burst out into laughs, your giggles echoing through the comfortable silence of the manor's library. for the first time in a while, you let jason wrap his arms around your shoulder, asking for your input about his tremendous acting skills.

jason never had many moments to cherish within the manor, preferring to stay over and outside of bruce's radar, but god does he love going through the batcave's live feed just to zoom in on your expressions, the grin on your face heavily reminds him of himself, back when he was the oblivious robin with no idea of what was coming to him. yet only now, he swears to protect your smile from never faltering.

damian takes his artistry skills seriously, constantly making a show of bragging to you whenever he has the opportunity to. but this time, he was incredibly pissed at drake for accidentally squeezing all the paint from the tube of oil paints he had stored by the drawers, and it was a shade closest to your skin tone, too; he meant to use that tube of paint for his next portrait of you. so like the petty child he is, damian sets on an hour long routine of drawing tim with monstrous features that screams the opposite of what he sports.

that means he had drawn multiple variants of tim with a hideous, actual bowl cut one. no seriously, his hair was a bowl and the strands that peeked out of it were spaghetti strands. in another drawing, his red robin outfit consists of plucked feathers and an elongated beak for its mask, what seems to be the pocket for the eyes now replaced with cat-like slits that makes the vigilantes expression looker idiotic and downright stupid. yet it felt therapeutic for damian to draw that his brother with what he felt was enough revenge to exact upon drake. that scum deserved a horrendously made portrait of him.

what he didn't expect was that you had stumbled upon his atelier, wanting to cure your boredom by painting a scenery when all of a sudden you had to drop all your equipment from your hands because... what the fuck was damian painting...? why is tim crawling across the floor in one of the portraits...? it takes a second or two for you to register the drawing's very detailed portrayal of a literal bowl cut, your laughter bursting out of the seams because no fucking way did damian actually draw something so hilarious and unserious. if you were anybody else, damian would've kicked your shins so violently you would've required a visit to the hospital. but because it's you... he chooses to sulk in the corner with puffed cheeks and burning ears as you approach the painting with said curiosity of a child and a laughter you can't stifle so easily.

at least it got you to stay in the same room as him for about an hour, with you giving your youngest brother more ideas to make the drawings even more unsettling than they already were, to which damian takes your tips to heart.

after you had eagerly (and shyly) showed the entire family you and damian's shared creation of a monstrosity, tim swears he'll never squeeze a tube of damian's paint anymore.

[yandere-wishes]

Dear Darling Rapunzel

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Okay been thinking about this for a while but what about a Damsel in Distress/Repunzel AU with the batboys and rogues. It can go one of two ways.

(The Princess who fell in love with the Dragon)

You're the betrothed of one of the batboys. A darling daughter of a Wayne Enterprises bigshot or some nice rich family. And while you may be indifferent to your future husband, he is very very much devoted to you. Absolutely in love with his precious soon-to-be wife...But after the marriage, the paranoia sets in. He loves you, he swears he does. He loves you so much, in fact, that he even reveals who he is, what he does during the ungodly hours of the night. He doesn't want you to doubt, to think he'd ever cheat with another. But there are precautions he must take to keep you safe. He won't let you out of the manner, won't permit you to make content with anyone outside of his family. Heck, he absolutely forbids you from even going near the doors and windows. But one day when the manner is attacked by some Rogue wanting something or another from the Wayne family. During the attack, this particular rogue spots you, the darling princess locked away within the estate. He's almost instantly in love. Heart fluttering outside his chest. He dubs you collateral damage as he steals you away. Poor little Rapunzel being swept away by the bandit...But funny isn't it how you have (somewhat) more freedom with the deranged killer than with your own husband...

(The Princess and the White Knight)

2. For one reason or another, you catch the attention of one of Gotham's notorious rogues. An infamous killer, whose stone heart now only beats for you. They steal you, lock you away from all humanity. It's because they love you, it's because they know how cruel society can be. They'd never want the world outside to hurt you. But one day while you gaze longingly outside the window dreaming of being free again. You happen to catch the eye of one of the batboys. They become your escape, chatting with you while the evil monster is away. You start to see them as your prince charming. You white knight. Hanging off their every word dreaming of the day you can pry away their mask and gleam at their full face. Whenever your tormentor kisses you, you imagine it's your superhero, all soft lips and hope. All sweet words and caring touches. Soon they promised, soon your prince charming will come to free you…

The only pairing I can think of for this so far is, Bruce Wayne and Harvey Dent. Constantly fighting over the darling they both love with all their broken heart.

Maybe Jason and Roman too? Albit it would be so messy and chaotic😆🤣😆🤣.