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hanasnx · 4 months
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dick grayson would fit given the whole acrobat thing and all. him taking advantage of you wanting to be more flexible and asking him to be your teacher thinking he would just teach you a few stretches…ends up stretching you out in a whole different way
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MINORS DNI 18+ NOTES: based on the porn i got off to last night
"All the way down." DICK GRAYSON directs, motioning forward. As an experienced instructor, you trust his judgement. Sitting on your knees, you crawl on your hands until you can arch your back towards the floor, reaching your arms out as far as they can go. Your ass in the air, you can feel the stretch in your entire body. It's good enough to ignore the compromising position you're in.
You don't think about it when the warmth of another presence slots behind you, and big hands clutch your hips, drawing you back. If you could see him, you'd witness how he's crouched, situating your ass at his crotch, staring hard at it while he moistens his lips. "There you go." he commends casually. Oblivious to the dirty ulterior motive to see what you'd look when he fucks you doggy style, you focus on how delectable it feels to be taken care of, that pleasant burn in your body either from how you stretch or the residual memories of what you were doing the last time you were in this position.
"You're so good at this, Dick." you tell him, more sultry than you meant to.
"Don't praise me just yet." he replies in a scoff, and you brush off your confusion. "Push forward." Two thumbs press into the fat of your ass, and you pick yourself up on your arms while you straighten your legs to form upward facing dog. "You want to feel it right here in the spine..." he muses, a large palm stamping onto your tailbone and canvasing the dimples at your lower back, commending you for your deep arch. "That's right, that's..." he trails off as he scans your posture, and the cushion of your yoga met dips when it's met with his knees. He straddles your thighs, and inclines over you, molding your body with his. It's safe to say his methods of instructing you are unconventional, but he's the expert. So when his pants nudge the crevice of your ass as he overlays you in upwards facing dog, you take your mind off of the bulge. He's so close his cheek kisses the side of your head, and his voice is right up next to your ear. "That's deep."
You try to suppress your shiver, but you're sure he felt it travel all the way up to your neck.
"Hold it right there." he tells you as he backs up, and momentarily you mourn the loss of his body heat. "Hold it... Alright—" You do as you did before, returning to balasana, but when you back all the way up, your booty shorts bump his pelvis.
Hot in the face, you look over your shoulder at him just in time to witness how he eyes you up, but when he doesn't mention it you're quick to straighten yourself out. "It's okay, happens a lot." he assures. His hands rest on his hips, and he throws his head back. "This is good though, I can feel you trying hard. Just hold that." A smile stretches onto his lips, and he picks himself up further into a taller kneel, raising his hips to yours as his hand fixes on your tailbone again to keep you from running away. You can feel something half-hard through his pants but you don't allow yourself to dwell on it. Especially not when the brush of contact makes your eyes flutter. "Definitely hold that."
For a second, you're frozen in place, afraid to do something stupid or unprofessional.
"Remember to breathe." he reminds you, and you expel a burst of air you didn't realize you were holding. "And... release." You move at a steady pace so as to not alert him to your embarrassment, slipping back into upwards dog for the second time. "That's perfect. You look perfect." A surge of heat blooms on your face again. "Turn to the side for me. Let's go ahead and raise this leg." You oblige him, and he lifts the aforementioned leg by your ankle. Two hands wrapped around the joint makes your foot look small.
When you bring it up, he inspects it, his eyes following the curvature intently. He's a very attentive instructor. "All the way up. Straighten the knee." You curl your other leg to support yourself, propped up on your elbow, all so it's possible to stand your foot into the sky until it's a tall pole. "Let's open you up here." Your gaze widens as he approaches you again, tucking himself into your space so he can palm your calf, and his crotch slides up against your exposed pussy. The constricting shorts you wore— regulation according to him— outline your cunt in a way that has it swell through the fabric, and here he is grazing against it like it's no big deal... You have to be reading this wrong. Gently, he forces your leg back, and a burn tingles in your ham string. It's not the only thing that tingles, his crotch now firmly pressed to yours. "You're still a little stiff." he notes, which takes your attention away from his halfie in his basketball shorts. It can't be though, it must be his phone in his pocket or something.
He splays his hands on either side of your waist, pushing forward so your ankle's on his shoulder, your knee at your nose. He exhales. There's not enough oxygen in the room, it's practically spinning, and your heart is pounding in your chest. He's so large you can't see his face as it reaches clear over your head and all you can look at is his pants, desperate to deduce the familiar shape of a boner. No such luck when all these limbs are in your way.
"Wow. Flexible, huh?" He grins wolfishly. Pride preens at the notion the acrobat noticed how bendy you are. "Let's go into bridge. You remember bridge?"
You swallow hard and nod, "Mhm," you respond uneasily, throat thick from the coating of silence. Giving you enough space to shift, your hips align on the floor, grounding your arms flat so you can raise your pelvis. It doesn't take much for his thighs to be under yours again, fooling you into thinking he's taking a constructive gander of your pose until his arm straps under you. Fingers curl around the handle of torso, and your eyes widen as he uses his fist on mat to pick you up. Briefly, your toes leave the floor when he adjusts himself to slot between your legs snugly. When he's satisfied, he holds his own hand over your hip, arm still secured under your tailbone, and arches your spine manually. "That's it." he praises, and splays fingers onto your belly, fingertips just brushing your ribcage. "Feel that now? In the core?" Timidly, you nod. "One more ought'a do it. Sit down for me." For me. The words resound in your head as you drop, and he reaches behind him to clutch your ankles, bringing them over his thighs to fold over your head. "Legs straight." he reminds you, and he curls your body for you, letting your hole get some air as it faces the ceiling.
Those huge fingers cling onto the meat of your thighs, digging into the flesh as your tits spill to your chin in your little sports bra. "Wow, you are tight, huh?" he muses and you jelly. Folded all the way over yourself, his hands slide to the inside of your knees to pin you in place and your shorts ride completely up into your ass crack, cheeks defined as his jaw hovers just above your swollen cunt. Can he smell you?
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incorrectjaydick · 2 years
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Dick: Why would you think any of this was a good idea?
Jason: Probably because I’m a dangerous sociopath with a long history of violence.
Dick:
Jason: I don’t know how you keep forgetting this.
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fortunetellsrp · 1 month
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@modcrnspirits continued from here
Dick ate his ass like he had kissed him, hungry, passionately, dominating. It was good to be back in touch with his old professor, and they had a lot to catch up on, mostly, this. Cole belonged with his legs spread and a man between them and they both knew it, all he could think about was how he would be sharing the man's taste with him later and sliding into the hole he was now making out with.
Cole responded beautifully, moaning without shame, calling his name and begging to be eaten out. Dick spread him open and dove in, tongue reaching inside him and moving back to circle at the entrance, tease and provide the tongue-fucking he so needed. Hands slapping full cheeks as he devoured his hole, face buried even further by the professor as he breathed in his musk. He had to visit more often, clearly Cole needed a man to take care of him like this. "Your pussy still tastes amazing, prof." He whispered hoarsely, nuzzling his face and beard against that ass with another hard slap before he went back to tongue fucking it like a starving man.
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evnnkinard · 19 days
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buck, gaining his confidence and initiating more and more kisses with tommy. holding his hand, flirting with him, touching him and teasing him. openly talking about sex and asking him for exactly what he wants in bed.
also buck: still blushing like a school boy with a crush when tommy flirts back with him, does things like kisses him on the cheek or says soft things and compliments him.
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batfamilycentral · 21 days
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Superman, Batman and Robin in The Boy Wonder #1 (2024), art by Juni Ba. - requested by anonymous.
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geneticdriftwood · 2 months
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persephone's in hell; a rooftop conversation
for @mysterycitrus
persephone's in hell, @mysterycitrus // white winter hymnal, fleet foxes // assorted dc comics
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dcmultiverse · 1 year
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"Always confident, always kind, always cool. Dick Grayson-- The Multiversal Constant.”
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papabigtoes · 1 month
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the other helf freem yeesteerdeey (im calling both halfs Hamburger Time with a side eh Korn)
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thebatmandaily · 1 year
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NIGHTWING #103 VARIANT COVER by JAMAL CAMPBELL
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bruciemilf · 10 months
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Jason @ Dick after the fucker conveniently didn't tell him Bruce actually DID want to and TRIED to kill the clown but he had political immunity due to being the ambassador of Iran and Clark stopped him to avoid a war:
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aenhanse · 2 years
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Dick Grayson in One Bad Day: Mr. Freeze
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hanasnx · 5 months
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MINORS DNI 18+ WARNINGS: f!reader | sexual content l face fuck mention | cum in eyes at the implied request of reader and facial | mild degradation | size difference.
DICK GRAYSON wouldn’t say he’s a closet freak. In fact, he prefers to be described as someone who’s “down for anything.” A sense of adventure belongs in sex, in his opinion, so anything spontaneous is appreciated. Surprises you spring on him, requests you make of him, anything is all fair game in the sack. So when you ask a particularly disgusting demand, how can he refuse?
“Please, Dickie? C’mon. C’mon, Dickie, please. Do it, do it.” Your signature source of rambled begging fills his ears as you sink further onto the floor, your freshly fucked face is colored and fluid stained. You’ve never looked more beautiful. Of course he can’t say no.
“Open your fucking eyes, baby, lemme see those pretty eyes.” he tells you, tone husky and breathless from all his effort. A sheen of sweat percolates to a drip down his skin, every muscle flexed as he pumps his achy length faithfully. His endurance is next level, but at your request he’s at risk for busting before you do as he asks.
Enthusiastically, you widen your eyes, holding that intense eye contact as his cock hangs over you, jacking himself off. “I want it so bad,” you whine, bouncing impatiently in place. You end the phrase by dropping your jaw, and drawing out your tongue formed in a cup.
“You ready? Huh, baby? Here it comes. Oh, fuck.” As he speaks, hot spurts of cum shoot out from his blushing tip, and his grip practically strangles it at the sight of your gorgeous features coated in his finish. Like a good girl, you kept that eye contact, lashes fluttering marginally as the whites of your eyes redden from cum brushing them. His large hand grabs the back of your head, fisting locks of your hair as he yanks you closer to catch the pearls of cum that’s lost momentum. It dribbles onto the end of your tongue, sliding down your chin. “Fuck, baby, kept your eyes open and everything? You little freak.”
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incorrectjaydick · 2 years
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Jason: Would anyone know any good vendors for professional-quality brass knuckles?
Dick: I know you’re serious, but you say the scariest shit sometimes.
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muchimmm · 9 months
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Happy batman day guys!!
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The Sensational character find of 1940..
ROBIN
The BOY WONDER
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Look at him!!
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kingcrow01 · 4 months
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Marvel/DC Crossover Week | 2024
Day 1 | Sidekicks | Family | “I won the fight before you even turned up.” - Batman
@marvel-dc-crossover-event
Fully inspired by Dick becoming Peter’s guardian in Dark Matter by @mysterycyclone , because that’s just adorable.
This was quite the adventure in learning how to make skin tones with just colored pencils… and by adventure, I mean I was dragged through the mud screaming. Why buy a brown marker, when you can randomly layer red, blue and yellow? Please, someone buy me a brown marker.
+ a sketch of Peter and (his uncle? weird) Damian lounging around the manor with Alfred and Titus. I was imagining they’re waiting for Alfred #1 to finish making pancakes.
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roguestorm · 1 year
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Dick: *giving reasonable advice to his friends* Donna and Roy: Hey btw how's Batman doing lately?
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