"Your dad is really fucking sexy"
Blurbs; Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Duke Thomas x reader (who is wilding for some unknown reason)
Summary: You happen to see Bruce Wayne on TV, and you let your boyfriend know you'd so bang his dad.
TW: Two are pure smut, no dark themes (I don't do that :p), the other two are kind of smutty. So read at your own risk. Minors dni.
A/n: The girls are going to be in part 2 or 3, I have not forgotten about them I promise. Part 2 with Wally, Conner, and Roy, Part 3 with the girls
DICK GRAYSON
You squint at the TV, then lean up to whisper right against Dick’s ear, “You know… I’d so fuck your dad.”
Dick freezes mid-stroke through your hair. He blinks, letting out a snicker that quickly turns into a gasp of betrayal when he realizes you’re serious.
“You what?” he sputters, clutching his chest like you just plunged a batarang into his sternum. “Babe. No. Absolutely not.”
“Oh, come on,” you tease, running a hand down his stomach and lightly pulling at the waistband of his sweatpants. “Look at him! He’s totally sexy.”
“He’s an old man with back pain!” Dick squawks, grabbing your wrist, though he doesn't actually stop you from slipping your hand lower. “I am literally the younger and hotter one! Your eyes should be on ME”
You trail your fingers over his boner, making his breath hitch. “But there’s just something about a guy who could snap me in half”
“I can snap you in half right now!” he choked out, pinning your hands above your head, straddling your lap. “I have spent hours fucking you into this mattress until you scream my name, and you’re sitting here fantasizing about the man who grounded me for three weeks in high school? Your the worst!”
“I’m just saying the jawline’s delicious,” you smirk, bucking up against him.
Dick groans and dramatically throws his head back before leaning down to bite your neck “Shut up,” he hisses against your skin, sliding his hand under your shirt to cup your breast, his thumb rolling over your nipple. “You’re taking my dick tonight, not his. And I’m going to make you apologize for every word of that blasphemy while I’m deep inside you.”
“So… no father-son double team?” you whisper innocently.
“I am going to choke you,” Dick laughs, wildly turned on, his lips hot against yours. “Babe, seriously. Never say that shit again”
JASON TODD
You tilt your head, tracing a thumb over Jason’s heavily calloused knuckles. “You know… I’d totally fuck your dad.”
Jason doesn't even pause his cleaning cloth. He just slowly exhales through his nose, his eyes fixated on the slide of his gun.
“Mhm. Yeah, totally, babe,” he says dryly. “You’re definitely not just spewing bullshit to try to get under my skin and score a nice fuck.”
You roll your eyes, digging your hip into his thigh. “I’m serious! He’s so fucking sexy!”
“Babe,” Jason cuts in, finally tossing the rag onto the coffee table with a thud. He looks down at you, a smirk pulling at the corner of his scarred lips. “If you want me to tie you to the bedpost and rearrange your guts, you just have to ask. You don’t need to bring the old man’s midlife crisis into my living room.”
“I’m just saying, he’s got that physique going for him and thos– ah!”
Before you can finish the sentence, Jason’s hands shoot out, grabbing your hips and tossing you onto your back on the sofa cushions. The weight of him presses down on you in a heartbeat, his knee shoving your legs apart as he looms over you.
“Yeah? You like the physique?” he mocks, his hand snaking up your thigh, bunching up your skirt until his calloused palm is flush against your panties. “You want someone to make you shut your smart fucking mouth?”
Your breath hitches, your cunt throbbing instantly. “Maybe.”
“You’re a dirty little instigator,” he mutters against your lips, biting your lower lip hard enough to make you moan before pushing your panties to the side. “Thinking about my dad while sitting on my lap? That’s sick. I’m gonna have to rail you until you forget your own name, just to clear out the fucking mental picture.”
“Promises, promises,” you gasp as his palm grinds over your clit.
Jason chuckles darkly “Shut up and lift your hips. Let’s see if Bruce could make you scream half as loud as I’m about to.”
TIM DRAKE
You lean forward, resting your chin on Tim’s shoulder. “You know… I’d so bang your dad.”
He sighs and turns his head, dark circles under his eyes, staring at you like you just spoke in ancient Sumerian.
“I thought you hated him,” Tim says, his voice flat with utter bewilderment. “You literally hated him yesterday!”
“That was yesterday,” you hum, sliding onto his lap and straddling his thighs. “Today, I’m noticing the jawline. He’s a silver fox, Timmy. So fucking fine”
“What is wrong with you?” Tim groans, slamming his laptop shut as his hands automatically catch your waist. “You have such a dirty mind! He’s my father figure!”
“I bet he’s dominant,” you whisper, running your fingers through Tim’s messy hair, sliding down his neck to tug at his collar. “Probably takes what he wants.”
Tim’s jaw tightens, a flush creeping up his neck that isn't entirely from anger. “Are you trying to get under my skin? Because it’s working. It’s working really well, and not in the way you think, you absolute menace.”
“Oh yeah?” You grind your hips down against him, feeling the hard length already pressing against his jeans. “You look pretty bothered, Drake.”
“I’ve been awake working on this case, and now my partner is telling me they want to get bent over by my boss,” Tim huffs. He tilts your chin up, his eyes sharp. “You think he’s dominant? Are you sick of riding me? What is this? I could be on top” he argued, defensively
“Prove it,” you smirk.
Tim huffs petulantly, spinning the chair around and pinning you back against his desk, scattering files everywhere. His hand slides roughly under your thigh, hooking over your knee to pull you wide open for him.
DUKE THOMAS crashing out why is there no yellow
You squint at the screen, running a hand up Duke’s inner thigh. “You know… I’d so do your dad.”
Duke’s thumbs stills on the controller. His character immediately gets blasted off a cliff, but he doesn't even care. He drops the controller into his lap, staring at you in horrified disbelief.
“Ew, babe! That is disgusting!” Duke yelps, as he shoves your hand back. “What brought that on?? Where is this coming from? Are you ovulating? Is your brain leaking? What is happening right now?!”
“I’m just observing facts!” you laugh, wiggling closer and hooking your leg over his waist. “You can’t tell me he wouldn’t know exactly what to do with—”
“Do not finish that sentence!” Duke groans, slapping his hands over his ears. “That is my father. A man who goes to bed at five in the morning and drinks black coffee like it’s water.”
“I’m just saying, the broad ass shoulders and jawline?” You smirk up at him, bucking your hips slightly against his. “It’s hot.”
“You know what’s actually hot?” Duke rolls his eyes, his tone growing slightly arrogant. He leans down, his chest crushing against yours, his knee shoving right between your legs to press hard against your cunt. “The guy holding you who can go for three rounds without taking a breath. The guy who literally bends you over this sofa every weekend.”
Your breath hitches as his thigh grinds upward, right through your shorts. “Oh, so now you’re competitive?”
“I’m not competitive, I’m offended,” Duke mutters against your neck, nipping hard at the curve where your shoulder meets your collarbone. His free hand slides down, ripping your shorts down your hips until his warm calloused palm is cupping you bare and dripping. “You want someone who can barely keep his dick up? When you have me?”
A/n: to my moots. the demons possessed me into writing this. im so much more than js horny i swear.
On another note, I put 'Dick' into the tags and the first thing that popped up was 'dick growth spell'. what are men on tumblr doing.
