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Dick Grayson

You two often send stupid selfies to each other as a one time view.

So he inst surprised when he gets one at a random time during the day. He opens it, not expecting to see your tits on full display.

He immediately turns off his phone.

Takes a second to breath, and excuses himself from wherever he is at the moment.

When he finds a private space somewhere, he sends you a pic of his shirt rolled up, abs showing and part of his grin showing in the corner of the photo.

Jason Todd

When he gets a text from you, asking if he´s alone, he´s imediatly on high alert, thinking something happened to you.

So when he answers with "yes" and you send him a pic as one time view, hes confused.

He opens it, obviously, and is really thankful that hes not driving right now. Hes literally gawking at how your naked body is positioned in the picture.

He texts you a quick "be there in ten" before swinging back onto his bike and making his, very uncomfortable, way back home.

Tim Drake

You've been sitting inside your apartment the whole day, trying to avoid the burning sun.

At some point, Tim had been convinced by you to go out to get you some ice cream. He´d been out for all of five minutes, before he gets a notification on his phone.

He opens the photo and almost chokes on nothing at you tits out on the sofa.

The message after the photo reads: "don´t forget the ice cream"

Wally West

Before leaving to hang out with his friends, he promised you he wouldn't come home late.

Well, now it was past midnight already.

While talking to a friend, Wally gets a notification.

Without thinking to much about it, he opens it and immediately fezzes. It was a pic of you touching yourself. He almost drops the phone, his ears turning bright red.

He hears snickering behind him.

"Uh... I gotta go."

Dick

cockwarming 

like refuses to leave your warmth so you're stuck with him inside you while cuddling after

crazy stamina, a quick fuck easily turns into multible hours

loves seeing your legs being all wobbly after or you having to limp because of him

Jason

having his fingers inside you 

likes to see your wetness on his fingers when he pulls out from downwards or your mouth

if he’s not fingering you, his fingers explore the insides of your mouth while fucking you

loves when you leave bite marks and scratches, like a physical confirmation of your enjoyment 

i fell like he'd be up to try pegging if you really wanted to

Tim

loves when you take care of things, especially when he’s too tired to do anything crazy

probably loves seeing you ride him and pushing him back down when he tries to come up to kiss or touch you

not to say that he’s super submissive and passive, but he likes seeing you take charge once in a while

Wally

anything mouth related

whether it’s something in his mouth or his mouth in something it gets him going 

similar but to highlight it: making out (wet and sloppy kisser when getting really into it, would rather suffocate than let go of you to catch his breath)

Dick Grayson

When you get home and find Dick sitting on the couch, your vibrator in his hand, you know it´s over for you.

"Look what I found today." He holds it up like a trophy. "Didn't know you had one." His devilish grin scares you.

"That's none of your business. " You feel your face heat up. "Where did you even find that?"

"I was looking for a shirt," he says, face innocent all of a sudden.

"In my closet? Right." You run your hand over your tiered face. "Were you trying to steal my panties again?"

Now it was his time to get flustered. Pervert.

Jason Todd

"What is this?"

You just stepped through the door to find Jason holding a large silicone dildo in front of your face.

"Hello to you too?"

"Am I not enough for you?" He has a frown sitting between his brows.

"Jay, are you seriously jealous of a fake dick?" You try to snatch it out of his hands, but he just lifts it higher, out of your reach.

Then he grabs your arm and drags you to the bedroom. "Guess we´ll have to find out who does it better."

Tim Drake 

Short circuits.

He was going through your underwear drawer because you asked him to pick out a pair od underwear for you.

It was date night and he anticipated the part where he got to see you in his favorite slip. But he did not expect to find a generously sized dildo in between them.

Apparently he stayed kneeling and staring for a hot minute, because you step into the bedroom, dressed only in a towel, asking him what takes him so long.

When you see your boyfriends face red and eyes wide, you kneel down beside him and take his face into your hands.

"Baby, what do you suppose I do when you work all day, hm?" You place a kiss on his forehead and grab the slip yourself. "If we hurry, I can show you how I use it before we have to head out?" 

He snaps out of it immediately. 

Wally West 

 While home sick, Wally decides to declutter your apartment.

After unsuccessfully reorganizing the kitchen drawers, he decides the bedroom seems more promising.

He begins on his side of the bed. His bedside drawer is overflowing with tissues, cough drops, and nasal spray.

"Yeah... this all stays," he mutters to himself.

Then he moves on to your nightstand. The first thing he finds is a small vibrator. He blinks at it.

"Huh."

Without giving it another thought, he snaps a picture and sends it to you.

Decluttering You still need this?

He tosses it onto the bed and continues sorting through the drawer. By the time you get home, he's already forgotten about it.

"Why," you ask, holding up your phone, "did you text me a picture of my vibrator?"

Wally blinks.

"...I genuinely don't know."

Bruce Wayne 

Bruce comes home sooner than usual. He hears the shower running and your music muffled behind the bathroom door.

Hes tiered and was planning on going to sleep right away, when he sees unmade sheets through the open bedroom door.

Unusual. 

Even after a nap, you always made the bed.

Curiosity gets the better of him.

The blanket is crumpled at the foot of the bed. His pillow still bears the imprint of someone's head. And right in the middle of the mattress, abandoned without a second thought, sits a vibrator.

Bruce blinks once.

He isn't sure whether he should feel offended or not.

In the end, he simply places it on your nightstand and says nothing.

Dick

on the way home from wherever, your arguing already starts

“but you got to start last time, it's not fair!” is his argument ALWAYS

bc its true, when you're arguing about who gets to go down first, in the end he will let you go first, anticipation for his turn having him on edge anyways

when you finish tho, he will take his sweet time

where you were hungry and impatient, he has the selfrestraint necessary to tease you enough to make you regret not letting him win this time 

in the end, you promise him he can go fist next time (the arguing will start again)

Jason

when you get home, you think you're sneaky

getting him to sit down comfortably, getting rid of his jacket and boots, telling him to relax after his exhausting day

he can see right through you tho

the moment you place a hand on his groin and about to settle between his legs, he grabs you by the waist and pulls you on his lab

he starts with kissing you and slowly creeping his fingers into your pants and underwear

he will work you open and ready before laying you down roughly and going at it like its his last meal 

you will get your turn, just maybe not tonight

Tim

you would have an actual race to see who gets the other one undressed first, you two are definitely fighting dirty as well

he will try to stop you physically from getting to his zipper, grabbing your wrist and pulling them away and you will try to distract him telling him all the things you're going to do to him if he just lets you go first

if you win: he will get weaker in the knees by just the thoughts of you on your knees, he will drop onto the bed or couch or wherever and hope he will last long enough to not totally embarrass himself, but the mental image alone gets him far

if Tim wins: he will sit or lay you down somewhere he seems fit and have the time of his life between your thighs, every squirm, every whine and every moan getting him closer and closer till he (often times) just comes untouched 

he will need cuddles after 

Wally

deeply offended when you wont let him go first

“whyyy? why won't you let me? pleaseee!"

he whines in protest, like, a lot of whining, so much so that more often than not, you will let him have his way, mourning your chance of getting your turn already, knowing that once he starts, he will not stop

he eats out you like a starving man, making a lot of noise too

Dick Grayson

Recently, Dick has been waking up to your newest hobby. 

Yoga.

Normally, he wouldn't be too distracted by it, but some mornings you were only wearing some very loose shorts. Nothing underneath.

And whenever you did that, greeting him with the downward facing dog or whatever, his mornings suddenly got very hard.

He sighs, he would not be taking his eyes off you. How could he? 

"Babe, if you come over here, I can show you a different way to get your morning stretch in." He winks at you.

You scoff.

"To think you could go one morning without being a perv." You get up and roll the yoga mat up, then head towards the bathroom, shaking your head in disbelieve.

Jason Todd

He groans, puling the blanket over his face and mentally telling himself to calm the fuck down.

This has to be some sort of torture method.

When he woken up five minutes ago, sun gently warming his face, he saw you on the small balcony of your bedroom. Splayed out on the ground, ass up and very loose shorts slipping to the side, exposing basically everything. 

Hell, he had to do something. Not only for his sanity, but also because the neighbors definitely didn't need that view.

No, thats it.

He drags himself out of bed and stomps to the glass door, opens it and with a very growly voice tells you to get in.

"No?" you say, on all fours now, arching your back and face to the sky.

Tim Drake

"What are you doing?"

You are face down, hips up on your yoga mat. Your arms stretched to the front, then your body smoothly moves onto all fours. 

"I don´t know what you mean?" You say, eyes close and focused on your breathing.

"You're exposing yourself while im trying to concentrate." A pout appears on his face. You continue doing your movements. "Your making this impossible."

 You smile sweetly. "Its my evening wind down. Because Im going to sleep soon, like a normal person. You should try it sometimes."

Tim swears hes not a dick-led person, but watching you move, your sleep shorts falling to the side or your shirt rolling up, gets him to bed early for once.

Jason is on all fours in front of you. You sit behind him, nervously fiddling with the lube bottle in your hands. 

The bright redness on his face is visible whenever he turns around, trying to predict your next move.

"Do you want to make me wait any longer?" he huffs.

You aren't really sure how it got to this moment. Was it after you got home drunk from a night out that you two ordered the pink strap on? And when it arrived and both of you tried to remember why the hell you ordered the thing, that Jason said you should try it? Just once, just for fun?

Well whatever, you obviously said yes, maybe a bit too enthusiastically, but now actually had to perform.

You open the lid of the bottle, squeeze out some of the lubricant onto your fingers and lightly press them against his hole.

"You ready?" You ask him. 

Jason nods, back muscles tensing visibly.

"We don't have to." Your other hand calmly strokes the side of his hip.

He grunts. "Do it, I'm ready." After a short pause, he adds "and I really want to." Almost too quiet to hear.

A slight grin spreads across your face. "Okay then, Im going in."

"Don't say it like tha-" he gets cut off by one of your fingers slowly pressing in. "Ah, fuck-"

"You tell me when it gets too much baby, okay?" His answer is a short nod again.

You press deeper and soon enough a second finger follows. Jason's whines get harder to hide with every slow stroke in and out. At some point his arms give out. The pillow under him now muffling his sounds even more. A shame, really.

"You look so pretty like this." You coo, your hand gently moving along his back to his hips and eventually circling part of his ass with your thumb. "So pretty baby."

Jason moans at that.

"You want my cock now?" 

"Yes, yes please, god-" his begging sends a chill down your spine. You´ve never seen him like this before. All whiny and pathetic, begging you to fuck him. Jason turns his face and you can see his flushed cheeks and watery eyes.

You lean down to press soft kisses to his muscular back. Then pull out your fingers, wipe them clean on his ass cheek and line up the silicone cock strapped to you.

The head rubbing against his hole made him involuntary back up into it. "You really want it, huh?" Jason whines louder this time, not even bothering to hide it.

You chuckle. Then press forward again, guiding it in. Gently, watching your cock disappear inside him. 

"You still okay?" Your question is answered by a whiny "Yes".

"You're doing great Jay. So good." He whines again and rocks his hips back, pathetically trying to get more. "Patience, don´t want to hurt you." You lean down again to plant feather light kisses along his spine.

When you get up once more, you move your hips back, seeing the pink silicon appear again. You do it slowly, dragging every little whine and moan out of him, then pushing back in. You continue in an agonizingly slow pace.

"Baby, please-" his words get choked out by a low hum escaping his lips. "More, please, just ah-" 

You keep pushing in and out, speed increasing after every thrust. "Like this?" You can hear your own voice getting more hoarse and desperate.

Your hands are gripping his hips tightly. The more that the speed increased, the harder it is for you to keep yourself up straight. Your one hand loosens its grip and slides down Jason's sweat coated back till it reaches his shoulders. Your hand finds his hair and gripped it.

One hand now on his hips and one in his hair.

"´s that good?" Your voice nothing more than a breathy whisper. 

There is no real answer, just a thick groan and more huffing. You can feel him tensing again, his muscles shifting under his skin. 

He turns his head again, his eyes darker than usual. His expression tells you he's completely lost in the moment

A few strokes later, he shudders and collapses onto into the pillow, his legs still shaking after you pull out. 

You discard the harness and sit down beside him. One of his arms finds its way over your thighs around your waist and his face nuzzles against your warm skin.