perv!bfnightwing can’t get enough of his girlfriend after a particularly grueling night of patrol…

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you’re convinced your boyfriend spends the majority of his time trying to devise ways to get his hands on you.

he’ll come up behind you quietly once he’s home, arms wrapping around your waist, his fingers pressing gently into your skin. innocent at first, you’ll think, but his fingers’ll start slipping lower under they’re brushing your already soaked folds.

he’s a predictable man. he can’t help it.

“baby,” you warn, but he pays no mind to your voice as one finger gathers some of your slick. his touch is feather fucking light, almost annoyingly so.

he hasn’t even changed out of his suit, you notice, when you twist around to see dick graysonnightwing stick his finger into his mouth, tongue swirling around like he’s savoring some delicacy.

he looks at you like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar, eyes wide behind his domino. “couldn’t help it,” he says, shrugging, taking his fingers out with with a wet pop!. “dick got hard.”

you squint at him, trying to figure out if he’s talking about himself in the third person or his anatomy. probably both.

“you’re wet,” he remarks, pressing his hard length into your ass. an arm squeezes gently around your waist as he sways the two of you back and forth a little. “cmon, help me burn off some of that stress,” he whines. his nose brushes your neck insistently. “need you.”

not ten minutes later he’s got you in a vicious mating press on the floor of the kitchen, unable to do anything but claw at nightwing’s back as he pounds into you relentlessly. his length has stretched you impossibly tonight, each slam of your body onto his creating frothy rings of white at the base of his cock.

his suit’s stayed on—he’s much too needy to take anything off. not until he coaxes a few more orgasms from your body, at least.

“f-fuck,” he moans, his hands roaming your body. the thin top you’ve got on has been hastily pushed up, panties pushed to the side. “couldn’t stop thinking of you, baby.”

you can’t do anything but whine in response, his cockhead hitting that spot inside you as your gummy walls try to draw him in closer. each drag of his length is unadulterated pleasure, your mind blank with bliss. “p-please,” you manage to stammer out. “d-dick-“

“hmm?” your boyfriend says, preoccupied in pulling out almost entirely to just slam back in to the hilt. you nearly scream.

“needta cum,” you babble, back arching off the tiled floor. “please, i-“ you cut off with a broken sob as he fucks into you faster.

his thumb finds your mouth, slick with your combined juices, and a finger presses on your lips. you can’t help but open your mouth, and it slips to press on your tongue.

he thrusts in particularly viciously and you cannot help but clench around his cock, your pussy spasming as your orgasm rips through your body.

he pulls out when he feels the pressure at the base of his cock starting to spill over, choosing to spill himself all over your panties, thighs and stomach. he’s got you clenching around nothing, painting a mess on your skin like he’s fucking picasso.

when he finally meets your eyes, peeling the domino off, he’s positively ravenous. “round two.”

you can’t help but agree.

author’s note: I FINALLY POSTED THIS!!! thank you everyone who voted in that poll 😭💔 this is for yall

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jason todd, who moans like a pornstar. first they’re raspy and deep, the kind you’d expect from a burly man who drives a motorcycle. but as he gets closer to the sweet taste of release, the noises become pitchy, almost whining. he’s embarrassed by how easy he sounds; the way a well placed nip of your teeth can pull a broken, whiny noise from the man’s throat, no matter the length he goes to hide it.

jason todd, who can’t shut the fuck up when he’s inside you. it’s like his brain shuts down; he’s unable to stop himself from saying “you look so pretty like this, ma,” when he’s folding you in half, his lips between his teeth like it’ll keep the sound of low, broken whimpers from leaving his throat. it never does.

jason todd, who underestimated how much he’d end up liking the feeling of your hands wrapped around his neck, just barely providing a hint of pressure. something about it just makes his mind feel fuzzy with pleasure, like nothing matters but the feeling of your fingers on his skin and the feeling of being inside you.

jason todd, who wants you to smack him around a little during sex. you’re riding him, hips slamming down over his in a sweet rhythm. yet it’s not enough; he’s perilously close to the edge, but jason just needs… needs… “hit me,” he babbles from beneath you, his brows furrowed in flustered frustration, “hit me, ma.”

your hips stutter as you cock your head, murmuring a low, “what?”

“hit me, i… i need–” he groans in quiet frustration, “smack me, baby, please.”

and ever one to please, you do.

the moan jason lets out is sinful. its a broken, needy thing; the kind of sound you want to keep for yourself alone, like a treasured secret.

jason todd, who is a secret mashochist.

jason todd leaves you breathless every time he hugs you.

It’s not just the way his arms wrap around you, like he’s still half convinced you might disappear if he doesn’t hold on tight enough. It’s the whole damn ritual of it.

His hands find your waist first, big and calloused, fingers splaying wide like he needs to feel as much of you as possible. Then he pulls you in, slow but inevitable, until your chest collides with the solid wall of his.

The air punches out of your lungs in a surprised oof every single time.

He’s so warm. Always warmer than he has any right to be, like he’s carrying the last embers of whatever fire kept him alive tonight. His heartbeat thuds against your cheek and you can’t help the way your own pulse stutters in answer.

One of his arms bands across your lower back, the other slides up between your shoulder blades, palm pressing flat so he can cradle the back of your head. He tucks you under his chin like you were made to fit there. Like every jagged scar on his body is just another place for you to rest.

You feel the moment he finally exhales, the tension bleeding out of him in a long, shaky breath that ruffles your hair. His grip tightens for a second like he’s reminding himself you’re real.

i wanna talk ab fratboy!dick some more bc hes so yum

i like the idea that he parades u around despite the fact that he’s 100% fucking other girls for a while when u first meet. you’re not his girlfriend, god never that, but you’re as close as he’d come. after a while he ditches all the other girls and you don’t notice until you realizes there’s been a few more glares than normal.

he tries to be sweet, as sweet as he can be for a guy in a frat. keeps you on the high ground at parties and shamelessly makes out with you up there too. never decent enough to not have his hand up your skirt and all his brothers know you exclusively as “dicks girl”. he never gives them your actual name and they never ask.

also, he literally has no shame when it comes to fucking in the frat house, like to the point where the other girls that the guys bring there complain about it. he for sure laughs while he fucks you too “god baby, never get less tight huh? that mean i gotta fuck you more?” he pulls you up by your hair more than anything, kisses you sooo freakin sloppy too. probs cups your jaw in his hands during missionary and pouts when you say its too much “poor girl, taking it so well though.. can’t be that much baby, pretty pussy won’t let me out”

ZONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON HOW HE GETS DURING BLOWJOBSSSS

the ppl asked for blowjobs with fratboy!dick and who am i to deny writing for my lover

listen. im a facefucking enthusiast and so is he. like 80% of the time you give him head he ends up holding your face and rutting his hips up intp your mouth, groaning and mumbling to himself, praising you as if youre doing most of the work. he relishes in the sound of you gagging, it’s always an ego boost and like he does any other time you two sleep together, he mocks you for it. it’s slightly nicer than when he mocks you for asking him to slow down but, him looking down at you all smug and stupid and saying “nuh uh.. you can swallow all of me, cmon pretty girl. be good” before he pushes himself back into your mouth all the way.. yeah. i also fully believes he likes it sloppy, like spit and tears all over your face. he pulls out of your mouth to give you a second to breathe (tap his dick on your cheeks and laugh when you pout) like hes such an asshole actually.

if you catch him on a night when he’s just too tired to fuck into your mouth however.. he’s whining and groaning the entire time. he’ll keep his hand on your hair but he surprisingly doesnt tug it, or use it to push farther into your mouth..it’s just there. he doesn’t mock you for gagging when he’s like this either. it’s literally all praise because he’s already exhausted and your mouth is working overtime and he cant think to do anything but moan and mutter a quick “jus’ like that doll.. so fucking good” he def brags about the blowjobs he gets from you and before yall are exclusive he quickly realizes that he doesn’t like them as much from anyone else. and dw he always returns the favor.

ak! jason and his dirty mouth

ak!jason is abhorrent when he talks, and he doesn’t care. you’re a toy for him, something for him to use. “god, dirty fucking whore. and you’re getting off on this?” he mocks you when you moan, and when you willingly stick your tongue out for him to spit on “you’re filthy, you’d lick the floor if i came on it wouldn’t you” but god, he’d be lying if he said he wouldn’t watch, and that the thought made him hard. and maybe you’re moaning too loud, making it all too easy for the men standing guard to hear you, he doesnt mind slapping you silly, pulling you up by your throat and talking directly to you “whats that? shut the fuck up, people don’t want to hear how much of a slut you are. bet you want them to hear it though, want them to get off on you huh? should i just let them in so they can look too since you cant keep quiet?” he only laughs when you shake your head and make a weak attempt at covering your mouth.

roommate jason & mutual masturbation

it starts off because he walked in on you, fingers buried in your cunt with his name slipping from your lips. he’s almost disappointed, you weren’t even shameless enough to lock the door much less try to be a little quiet about it “could’ve asked for help darlin’ doesn’t sound like you’re getting the job done here”. but his words go in one ear and out the other, what does register though, is him standing beside your bed, stroking himself slowly. he rolls his eyes when you gasp and stop “oh don’t act embarrassed now, i’ve already heard everything i could hear.. just, fuck, put on a show yeah?” shame fills your body at his words but you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t hot.

he watches you like a hawk the entire time, he refuses to touch you because “you should’ve asked before” and your pleas don’t change his mind. he does, however, take the liberty of using your hand to stroke himself laughing even as you find yourself nearing your orgasm “cmon doll… so close aren’t you, it’s such a shame i won’t feel that cunt squeezing around me isn’t it” his words only rush you over the edge and the sight makes him cum straight on your boobs, you using a finger to collect it and lick it up only makes him bend you over your mattress.