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literallywtflol · 4 months

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Boot Worship

《NSFW》《Minors DNI》

Simon Riley × afab reader (they/them pronouns used)

TW: BDSM with no pre-set rules, consensual degradation, no after care

Words: 4,026

Some trashy smut by yours truly. Simon Riley catches you pleasuring yourself while clutching his shirt in the locker room and pushes you into telling him you want to be degraded by him. Title is pretty self explanatory.

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Simon always found himself frustrated with the non-comabt duties of being a Lieutenant, the monotony of paper-work and sitting at a desk making him feel like a caged animal.

He was able to avoid this for the most part, until he took a nasty fall during a mission, injuring his arm to the point where he needed a month of recovery.

Despite plenty of grumbled complaints on his part, he was taken out of commission and, even worse, saddled with a platoon of privates to train.

They were fresh, they were dumb, and Simon found himself taking his frustration out on any one of them who stepped out of line.

One Private in particular had caught his attention repeatedly. He wasn't sure what it was, but he found his eyes finding them day after day, berating them every time they fell over or held their gun slightly off.

He knew it was unfair, but something about standing over them and shouting them down was satisfying to him. The way they would quiver under his gaze as he got into their face, a pink flush spreading over their face.

He made excuses to himself, pushing it off as frustration or wanting them to do better. But every once in a while the thought nagged at him that maybe his focus on them was a little more then work related.

Sitting in his office one evening, trying to get some work done he glanced up to see them quietly walking past, a small bag held in their hand.

Just the sight of them and his frustration bubbled up, wanting to follow them and demand what they were doing up so late, walking past his office and distracting him.

He imagined it, thinking of how they would look as he planted a hand over them on the wall, growling at them about sauntering around the barracks at all hours, distracting him from his work.

He imagined their whimpered apology, imagined leaning closer

"If youre so intent on distracting me."

He would growl,

"Then come into my office and make yourself useful."

The image of them under his desk, that same flush on their face as they sucked him off pushed itself into his brain.

He could feel his cock pulsing as filthy images of them letting him push his hand into their hair as they soaked his cock with their saliva.

He pushed himself back from the desk with a start. Jesus, where did that come from? He admonished himself under his breath,

That's your subordinate, you sick fuck

The thought didn't do anything to dull the uncomfortable pressure between his legs.

He rose to his feet, deciding a cold shower would dispel the unwanted thoughts.

He made his way down the hall, glad to see it was completely empty as he made his way to the locker room.

Rounding the corner to the locker room Simon heard a sound that stopped him in his tracks. A voice, their voice coming faintly from inside the locker room.

He got closer, straining to hear what they were saying and he stopped dead as he realized they weren't talking, they were moaning. Their voice coming out choked.

"Sir, please."

Their voice was low and breathy, he could tell they were attempting to keep quiet but the echo of the locker room carried the sound to where he stood, filling him with a fiery rage.

Deep down he knew that he had no business deciding what his subordinates got up to while outside his training but this didn't stop the stream of rage fueled thoughts.

Who did they think they were, fucking somebody somewhere they could be heard so easily? And calling them sir? He was their superior officer, not whatever nitwit private was shagging them against the lockers.

He stilled himself, waiting to see if their was a response. His pulse thrumming in his ears. He was going to tear them and whoever they were shagging a new one.

There was a long silence, then a little gasp from their lips.

Simon rounded the corner, his vision too clouded with anger to grasp exactly how inappropriate he was being.

From over the lockers he could see the top of their head. Sat on one of the benches, alone. Simon couldn't see the rest of their body but catching a movement of their hand he realized with a start that they were touching themselves.

He told himself he should leave, that this was inappropriate. They weren't actually shagging anyone so he should just leave them to it. Or make a sound like he had just come in and not heard them.

But he didn't.

He approached them, moving with a practiced silence. He could see them now, back facing him, sat on a towel on the low bench. They leaned back in a position that didn't look fully comfortable, their shorts bunched around their spread legs.

He could see their hand moving in quick circles, the exertion spreading a pink flush over their back.

And over their nose was a shirt,

His shirt.

The thought landed just as he realized that his locker hung open next to them. That he must've forgotten to lock it that day after training.

Another quiet moan from their lips,

"Please Lieutenant."

Him,

They were thinking of him.

He did not think, before he acted. Purposefully setting a boot down heavy enough for them to hear.

Your POV

A sound that could only be described as a squeak fell from your lips as you heard a footfall behind you.

Scrambling you attempted to secure your shorts around your waist, as you turned your head.

As your eyes locked on a white skull mask your already sinking stomach hurtled to the floor. Another squeak, whilst you struggled to shuffle to your feet, shorts bunched low on your hips.

Snapping up to what remnants of a salute you could muster, you stared at him, eyes wide, entire body burning.

"Sir-"

You began weekly

"What were you doing private?"

His voice was low, dangerous. He eyes you, his eyes dark and unreadable.

"I- I'm so sorry sir. I shouldn't have- I should've..."

He took another step towards you,

"I didn't ask for an apology private. I asked you a question. What. Were. You. Doing?"

You couldn't dare meet his eyes, fuck you were done for,

"I was... touching myself Lieutenant, sir."

"Touching yourself."

He repeated you in a low, level tone.

There was a long pause and you wished that he would just take the gun from his hip and put you out of your misery.

"While holding my shirt."

It wasn't a question. You squeaked as you followed his gaze to your hand, realizing you were still holding the shirt. Your first instinct was to drop it but wouldn't dare let his shirt touch the grimy floor. You resigned yourself to your fate,

"Yes sir."

"Why?"

The single question was the worst possible thing he could've asked. Again, a bullet would be preferable to having to explain your feelings to the brick wall in front of you.

"Beacause I ah- sort of... like you... sir."

It sounds so lame, so fucking juvenile. He was your superior officer and you "liked" him.

He clicked his tongue, his expression still painfully unreadable.

"You like me, so you sit here and touch yourself clutching my shirt. S'that right?"

You nod pathetically.

"I'm out here cursing and shouting at you about trigger discipline, and you like me. Why is that private?"

This was hell, you were in hell. And he was here to torture you. God, you thought him torturing you would be fun. You were wrong.

"I... I dunno sir I guess I... like, that sort of... thing."

"You like it."

God you wished he would stop repeating you.

"So you think about me... what, shouting at you while you touch yourself?"

"Uhm, well not particularly."

"Then what?"

Was he asking you your kinks?

"Sir I don't think-"

He took another step toward you, and you could smell the scent of his aftershave.

"What do you think about private?"

You knew his low tone meant danger,

"You... degrading me... sir... calling me names."

"Names like what?"

Your voice was weak, the words hard to choke out,

"Like... you calling me, a- uh, slut."

Another long pause,

"Are you?"

"Wh-what... s-sir?"

"Do you think you're a slut? You, sneaking into my locker the one time I forget to lock it to get yourself off while you smell my shirt. Does that make you a slut?"

A whimper choked it's way up your throat,

"I... that is a bit um... slutty. Sir."

Another silence

"So you're a slut then."

Your breath caught in your throat, what was happening? He was supposed to be marching you out of here for a dishonorable discharge, not whatever this was.

"Sir?"

"Say it. Tell me your a slut."

Your stomach did a flip, pinned in his heavy, expectant gaze

"I'm a slut... sir"

It came out as a question, as you tried to puzzle out what he wanted from you.

He sighed. Apparently that was the wrong choice.

"Like you mean it private."

God with every sentence he unraveled you mentally more and more. At this point you just wanted to run but his hulking figure blocked ant escape route.

"I'm a slut sir."

The words hung in the air, and you scanned his face, waiting to see if that was the right answer to this surreal game

"That's right, was that so hard private? How am I supposed to call you a slut if you don't even believe it?"

Your mouth opened and closed, air completely gone from your lungs.

"Is it just me you think about... or would you be touching yourself for any superior officer who shouts you down?"

"N-no sir. It's just you. You're all I think about."

He cocked his head, and with a panic you realized how that sounded. Like you loved him. You searched for the words to explain yourself, to remedy the damage. None came.

"S'that right?"

He closed the distance between you more, towering over you. His body was so close your legs started to quake a little.

"A slut just for me then?"

Tilting his head to the side, he placed a hand on your hip. The touch sending a jolt of electricity to your core. His fingers skimmed lightly over the curve, continuing to stare as if admiring it. You were breathless, your gaze only able to fixate on his hand as it made smooth motions over your hip.

"Seems a bit odd then don't you think? If you're supposed to be my slut, for you to be here, touching yourself without even asking. Helping yourself to my things."

His hand gripped your hip tighter and you gasped, his words settling on your chest like a brick,

"Seems like you might need to be taught to keep your hands off of things that aren't yours, hm?"

"S-sir... I- I don't understand."

He chuckled darkly,

"What's not to understand private? You said you wanted me to degrade you hm? So are you going to be a good slut and let me, or were you jus' playing with me? Cause' I don't take too kindly to being played with."

"N-no sir... I want you to."

"Then take these off."

His hands tugged at your shorts, still rucked halfway down your hips.

Your movements were slow and unsure, looking at him for reassurance as you hooked your thumbs into the waistband.

He sighed at your hesitancy, reaching out with a fluid motion and pulling them down around your legs. You gasped, the cool air highlighting just how exposed you were as you stood naked in front of him.

"Back on the bench again pet. I want to see what you've been doing to my property. And let's be quick about it, I don't like my time being wasted."

As if there was motor controlling your actions, you sat back on the bench with a small thump, kicking off your shorts from around your legs.

Staring up at him, you felt like a dog waiting for a treat, wanting his approval desperately.

"Spread your legs."

The simple command sent warmth pooling at your core. You didn't give yourself time to second guess as you did as he asked, pushing your knees apart.

"Feet on the bench pet. Need to see how wet you've gotten yourself"

God he didn't even have to touch you and you were already a pathetic mess for him, whimpering while you exposed yourself to him completely.

The silence was heavy as he cocked his head to the side, staring at you. Through you. Assessing your most private bits like a butcher about to slice into a choice cut.

After a long moment he reached out a gloved hand, still eyeing you as he reached two fingers to spread you open, leaning in to get a better view.

It made you feel like some sort of lab experiment. Him, fully clothed, assessing and prodding your naked cunt with a cold precision.

You gasped as two fingers slid through your folds, slicking his hand with a thin sheen of your juices.

He held it up, regarding how you had soaked his glove, expression ever unreadable.

"Fuckin' soaked yourself, haven't you? Just the scent of my t-shirt and you're dripping wet."

He hissed a breath through his teeth,

"Absolutely filthy."

You gave a weak nod. He could say whatever he wanted about you, just as long as he kept talking like that. Kept looking at you like he was going to devour you whole.

Coming towards you again, he held his hand out toward your face.

"Clean it off."

Your face burned as you wrapped your lips around the fingers, meeting his eyes with a look that you hoped was sultry, trying to ignore the fact that looking directly into his face terrified you.

He rewarded you with a small grunt from deep in his throat and your insides felt like they would melt out completely.

Shifting the fingers deeper into your throat, he cocked his head to admire how deeply they pressed into your mouth, the rough tips of his fingers brushing over your tongue.

You sat up, reaching for him, wanting to feel the solid expanse of his chest through his shirt. But his bear-like paw caught your wrist, pulling it away.

"Tch, pet. What makes you think I should let you touch me? Without even asking nonetheless? This about teaching you to keep those filthy hands to yourself."

You gasped,

"I'm sorry sir. Please forgive me."

"Are you really?"

He dropped your wrist, and you wanted to whine at the loss of his touch.

"You don't seem sorry. You seem like a filthy little whore. Fucking yourself off in the locker room where anyone could see you. Gripping my shirt, touching your little cunt that belongs to me. Then as soon as I even touch you, you want to jump all over me. Fucking slut."

A pathetic whimper left your throat

"Please sir, I'm sorry. I can be good, I want to be good for you."

"Not sure if I believe you love. Might need you to prove yourself for me."

He wrapped a hand through your hair, tugging gently at the strands, tilting it to the side.

"But what to do with you hm? I'm sure this little throat would look good bulging with my cock, but you need to earn that."

"Maybe, since you're so desperate for me. You can hump my boot hm? Prove that little pussy is mine by grinding it into my boot while I watch."

Another dumb nod as his words turned you into a puddle.

His voice was low and husky,

"Get to it then pet."

You hesitated.

"Uh, here sir?"

"Where else?"

His tone was impatient, like you were a child he was explaining something very basic to.

"Shouldn't we go somewhere more... private, maybe?"

He laughed,

"Well pet, I don't think you thought of privacy when you were fucking yourself here, hm? 'Sides, if anyone walks in I'll tell them to fuck off. Or..."

He smirked at you,

"Better yet I could let them watch. Let them see what a little whore you are for your superior officer. It's my choice isn't it? Since you are my slut after all. So. Get to it."

Knees shaking, you dropped down in front of him, the cement floor cold against your bare legs.

You looked up at him, dark eyes drinking you in as you awkwardly shifted yourself to hover over his boot, trying not to grip his leg too hard. His expectant gaze heavy as you gave a hesitant grind into the leather of his boot.

The material was smooth and hard against your soaking cunt, the seams around the toe cap dragging across the squishy flesh in a surprisingly pleasant way.

You rocked yourself forward, attempting to find a rhythm against the unyielding leather but struggled to find purchase without clutching onto the Lieutenant's leg like a child.

You continued to grind pathetically, not daring to meet Ghost's eyes as you made your sad attempt to fuck his boot.

A hand in your hair, grasping a fistful of strands loosely,

"Harder pet."

Whining pathetically, you desperately tried to work yourself against the smooth leather harder, the slickness between your legs causing you to slip, ass meeting the cement floor.

His grip in your hair tightened a little and your mind went fuzzy with the firm pressure of his hand tugging at your head,

"Mm, this is pathetic isn't it? Can't even fuck my boot properly. Thought you were my slut, hm? Guess I shouldn't bother."

He made a motion to pull away from you, and the horror of loosing his attention made all attempts at retaining your dignity fly out the window.

Upon instinct, your arms locked around his leg desperately. Your face pressing into the rough material of his jeans as you shoved your hips against his leg sloppily.

"Please sir... I- ah fuck- I can do it sir. Plese let me."

Wanton whimpers fell from your lips as you rutted your hips against him, focusing on nothing but your slick cunt sliding over his boot.

He chucked darkly, pursing his lips at you, almost mockingly,

"That's better pet. Look at how desperate you are for me. Like a bitch in heat, aren't you?

"Mm, yes sir. G-god I need it."

You kept going, your cunt making obscene squelching noises as your slick coated his boot almost completely.

Another tug at your hair, pulling so your chin pointed up at him,

"Look at me while you do that pet. Wanna see how dumb your eyes look while you grind into me."

You already knew they did. It was like every braincell you had was melting out from your aching cunt and onto his boot.

"Yeah, that's a good sight. Dumb little pet, humping my fucking boot. Down where you belong."

His hand unraveled from your hair to move to the front of his jeans,

"Now, pet. I'm gonna get my cock out, and I'm gonna stroke myself off. And you're gonna watch, an' keep fuckin' my boot so I can use that pretty mouth to cum, yeah?"

You nodded, desperate hunger plain on your face,

"Yeah, I knew you'd like that. Fuckin desperate to swallow me aren't you."

You swallowed thickly as he unzipped his jeans, pulling out his cock and running a hand over the thick length.

It was like you were studying a fucking art piece, tracing each raised vein under the slightly red skin with your eyes. You wanted to touch it, to feel the soft warmth in your hands, to see how small they looked wrapped around it. To hear his soft grunts as he pressed it into your throat. But you didn't dare try to touch him again, contenting yourself to grind your aching cunt over his boot as he began to stroke himself with quick, languid strokes.

"This what you've been wanting pet? To be my little toy to make do whatever filthy little thing I please?"

His words were intercut with soft guttural grunts, his hand moving over his prick with precise strokes.

You gasped out an agreement, clutching to him like he was a god you were worshipping with each rut of your hips.

"S'what I thought love, greedy little thing you are. Don't worry pet, now that you've shown me who that little cunt belongs to I fully intend on using it. Whenever I like."

He accented his statement by shifting the tip of his boot to press up, further into the folds of your pussy, drawing a gasp from your lips.

His words sent another gush of heat coursing through you. Your Lieutenant, Ghost, wanted to fuck you. Wanted to use you in whatever way he pleased. The thought sent you into a near frenzy, thrusting against his boot with quick, needy strokes.

You both set your own wordless rythym, him pumping a single, strong hand over the length of his cock as you kept pace with your desperate grinds of his boot. Your small gasps and his quiet grunts the only sound passing between you.

He leaned his head back, his strokes becoming shorter and quicker as you could see his peak approaching. A single, large hand shot out and gripped your hair, pulling your face towards him.

"Open."

The single word was all you needed to stretch your mouth wide, your tongue outstretched and waiting for him.

He looked down at you, his dark eyes hooded.

"Fuck you look perfect like that. Little slut all ready to swallow my cum."

He pulled your face closer to his cock, tapping the head of it against your tongue a few times, his pre already leaking into your mouth.

He hissed out a shallow breath as a few more strokes brought him to his peak, ropes of his cum painting your tongue and lips. His voice was choked as his cock twitched, grip on your hair tightening with his unraveling.

"S'a good slut. G'na swallow me yeah?"

You nodded, the movement brushing his cockhead lightly over your tongue causing him a final twtch as the last of his cum dripped onto your tongue.

He breathed deeply, watching you as you pulled your tongue in, his taste filling your mouth.

"Mm, that taste good pet?"

You gave a swallow,

"Yes sir."

He smirked,

"You haven't finished yet though. Look at this mess you've made of my boot. Absolutely soaked it "

He nudged the glistening boot toward you,

"Clean it up."

Your hazed over brain couldn't comprehend his meaning. You reached out with a tentative hand to wipe your juices from the leather of his boot.

"Stop."

He sighed,

"You really are like a dumb puppy aren't you? Need me to spell everything out for you? Lick. It. Up."

A flush filled your face. Stooping, you pressed your tongue to the tip of his boot, the tang of your arousel mixing with the earthy taste of the leather.

Planting a hand on either side of the boot, you lavished long strokes over it, not wanting to chance not doing a good enough job. You didn't stop to look back up at him until you were sure you had reached every drop.

Meeting his eyes, you saw his head cocked as if he had been admiring the sight of you licking his boot.

"That's a good pet."

He knelt to your level, tilting your chin to meet his eyes.

"And now, you're gonna go back to your bunk to rest. And you're gonna keep those filthy hands off of my things."

He leaned in close, his voice low.

"Cause' if you lay a finger on that little cunt. I'll know. And I'll fuckin' wreck you. Understood?"

You nodded weakly,

"Thas right pet. Course..."

He tilted his head,

"I might just wreck you anyway."

He rose, his boots retreating from your sight as you lay on the cold floor, still breathing heavily.

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literallywtflol · 4 months

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vehemently day dreaming about jason slapping me in the face bc i asked him to and then also making fun of me for liking it

MINORS DNI 18+

WARNINGS: f!reader | severe impact play: face/pussy smacking. kicking mention | sexual content | degradation | mild dacryphilia.

“What’s the matter with you? You like this shit?” JASON TODD punctuates the verbal jab with another sharp slap to your already hot and colored cheek. He promptly brings you back to face him by his hand fisting the locks at the top of your head, “Huh? You like it?” his deep voice taunts you, giving you another swat to your other cheek and you squeeze your eyes shut. Obedient for him, forced into some form of subspace, you’re knelt in front of him, letting him abuse you. “You’re fucked up, you know that? ‘This what gets you horny?” Tears prick at the corner of your eyes, and you sniff, nodding without being able to look at him. “Get up. Show me that cunt.”

Punctually, you stand, and his release on your hair washes over a sense of relief down your scalp. His expectant and smug gaze on you guides you to the conclusion of what he wants, so you snatch his wrist to invite him to the space between your legs. Thick fingers clumsily stroke at your puffy folds, sticky with arousal and achy from want. His minor stoop to reach your sex brings his face that much closer to yours, and his pinch on your chin alerts you as to his desire for your eye contact. “Fucking freak. What’s next? Should I throw you on the ground and kick you or something? Bet you’d cum all over the fucking floor.” he says through a wolfish grin, glancing from your lips to your eyes. You shake your head hastily, unable to form coherent sentences, just minor whimperings. “Ah, what about something like this?” A sharp tap to your exposed pussy jolts you, and you hold onto him as your features skew. “Huh? What about that? You like your little pussy smacked too?” You nod again, your expression twisting into near anguish over how liquid desire practically pours out of you. You can’t help it, you go crazy for when he’s mean. A resounding pulse travels through your core from your clit as he taps again, a little harder this time. A small glimmer of disbelief is in his eyes. “Jesus, baby, lay down. I’ll give it to you good.”

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literallywtflol · 6 months

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⤷❝She can't come to the phone right now. Why? Because she's gagging on my cock! | Jason Todd❞ˎˊ-

⇢☾Warning: dom sub undertones, degradation, praise kink, pet names (doll, baby, good girl), hints of dacryphilia, dubcon if you squint I am not sure myself either, blowjob, face fucking, cum swallowing | lmk if I forgot something!

⇢☾Pairing: mean! jealous! possessive! Jason Todd x fem! Reader

⇢☾Summary: he found out about you having a blind date, got jealous and made you pay the price by sucking his dick instead of going to the said blind date.

⇢☾A/N: I wrote this originally just for the title, like it was such a fucking random idea, finished this at 1:00 am (rn) while listening to bandook meri laila and now I want him to fuck my throat with a gun while pounding my cunt raw, thanks 🙏

| masterlist | bc: @cafekitsune

You always knew Jason would be the jealous type, you never thought he would be jealous over you.

You both weren't friends, only using each other's bodies when it was convenient but you were getting tired of it. You didn't just want sex anymore, you wanted the laughs and dates before it and the cuddles that came after.

Despite all of that, despite getting ready for the date and with only half an hour left before you had to reach the venue, you were on your knees for Jason.

You supposed it was inevitable, fate really that he showed up at your door, his lips in that smirk that made your pussy weep.

It was fate that he knew about the date. How? You didn't want to know. It was destiny that he kept taunting you about it, and he now had you on your knees.

His cock hard in his boxers, his jeans around his knees. His lips were stretched into a taunting grin, he knew you couldn't reject him. Couldn't get enough. You should kick him out and here you are kissing his cockhead through his boxers, the wet spot getting bigger with your spit and his cock leaking pre-cum.

"Fuck, sweetheart," he groans after a particularly hard suck, "Don't be a tease." Your eyes glance at the clock on your bedside table. 10 minutes left. You prayed your date wouldn't mind you being late as you pulled his boxer down. His hard cock sprang and nearly hit your face, the red tip profusely leaking pre cum.

You asked, "Eager, huh?" Jason smirks in response, his thumb brushing your lower lip, his fingers pulling it back before letting the flesh go and snap against your teeth. "How can I not?" He mocks, "It's the only thing you're good for, this and your pussy."

You let the insult wash away, not letting it hurt you despite the fact it did sting a little. Is this why Jason wasn't anything more to you? Because you were a convenient toy for him to use at any point? You didn't let yourself ride that chain of thought. You did glare at him though.

Your lips hovering over his cockhead, you lean in closer, your teeth nipping his slit. You knew it would hurt, with his tip looking that red and sensitive but didn't he deserve it? He lets out a yell, more in pleasure than in pain, his hand fisting your hair and pulling you back.

Your face was now twisted in a smirk, "You were saying?" He clenched his jaw, his eyes set in a glare. "You… fucking brat…" he hissed, using his grip he brings your lips closer to his cock again. "Don't pull that shit again," he warns, "Not if you want to go on that date."

You bite your inner cheek, knowing that you're already late but you don't say anything to Jason about it. Instead, you take a deep breath before you part your lips to take his cockhead inside your wet, hot mouth. He lets out a low groan, his fingers pulling your hair, making you whimper. You close your eyes as you take more of his inches in his mouth, trying to deep-throat him.

Your hand grips his thigh when the head of his cock reaches your throat."Three taps," he reminds you of the safe word with a grunt. Bobbing your head up and down as a nod, you begin to suck, the suction of your mouth getting tighter as you take his cock to the hilt. Your eyes are getting watery.

He throws his head back with a moan that would surely alert your neighbors. "Fuck, I don't know what I like more, this wet mouth or your tight cunt," he said as he takes a few inches out of your mouth, to snap his hips back in. It makes you gag, saliva, and salty pre cum coating your lips and your chin. Your lipstick is smeared and ruined. Jason would never admit but you looked so pretty, so debauched to him that he thrust into your mouth a bit more roughly than he should.

You choke and he immediately pulls out, whispering sorry to you. "Shit, baby, it wasn't supposed to happen," he said, "Your mouth is so fucking good, baby." You don't reply in anything, taking his cock into your mouth but this time not up to the base so he could fuck your face however he wanted.

He smiles at you, understanding your intentions. "What a good girl," he praised and you hated how you felt yourself clench around nothing at that. He begins to face fuck you in earnest, you try your best to stay still as he pushes into your warm mouth again and again.

"Such a good girl," he moans, "being so good for me." You let out a whine around his cock, the vibration of the sound making him jolt with pleasure. "Fuck, doll, you like me calling you a good girl? You like being praised. Should have told me, don't ya think?" He grins as his cock keeps disappearing between your lips, salty pre-cum on your tongue.

He opens his mouth again, surely to praise when a ring interrupts his sentence. He raised an eyebrow, his lips set on a smirk as he leaned sideways to take the phone. It was the date, shit, you were so focused on him that you had forgotten about that. You tried to let his cock slip out of your mouth but the grip he had on your head forced you to take him further inside, his cock filling your mouth. You whimper, and he only stops at you as he answers the phone.

The conversation was easy to sum up, the conversation of Jason asking for who he is, and when he was asked about where you were and why he was answering the call. His reply was simple, "She can't come to the phone right now. Why? Because she's gagging on my cock!" With that, he cuts the call, and the phone is set on your bed.

You glare at him, tears now falling from your eyes, you were so damn humiliated but he doesn't do anything except thrust into your mouth. Soon enough, his cum was spilled into your mouth. His soft cock slipped from your lips. You swallow his essence without a question.

You gasp, wiping the tears away, your pussy aching and heart hurting. "Why?" You raspy whispered, "Why?"

"Because you're mine and you need to be reminded of that," he replied. You take in a sharp breath, "What?"

"You're mine, doll," he repeated, "Don't you forget that ever again." He leaned down to press a kiss on your forehead. "Mine."

Surprisingly, you were fine with that.

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literallywtflol · 6 months

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Strength is a Virtue (DRABBLE)

Synopsis: Jason Todd?? With ALL that MUSCLE?? GENTLE?? Are we really talking about the same person?

Warnings: Dom!Jason, he's mean, sub!AFAB!reader, strength play, breath play, and size kink if thou squinteth

Don't know who made you think Jason was such a soft, little angel, but you were going to curse them once you figured it out.

Jason Todd isn't some angel-- not when he's got you pinned to the bed, both of your wrists in only one of his large hands. Your legs following the pattern, with one of his muscled thighs between the two of yours.

Jason Todd isn't an angel, when his grip on your wrists is strong enough to bruise. You whimper at the pain but he only coos at you.

"What's wrong, baby? Thought you were my strong little girl."

"Does it hurt?" You'd nod. "Good. I want your wrists fucking marked f'me."

Jason Todd couldn't ever be an angel, not when he's moved his other hand to wrap around your throat, and begins grinding his thigh into your cunt.

Jason Todd would've been the farthest thing from an angel, when he manhandles you-- flipping you over, and spanking you, before leaning into your ear.

"Whimper for me more, will you? Wanna hear how much it hurts."

"My pathetic little baby," he'd coo in your ear, "always talking a big game. I'm going as gentle as I can," he'd nearly mock

"Oh, please," he'd repeat after you, mimicking your desperate tone. "'Please' what, baby? Want me to use you? Yeah, you do."

Jason Todd would render you the second farthest thing from an angel, when he's got you in his lap, muscled forearm choking you oh so good.

"Come on, baby, beg for it. Beg for me to destroy you," he'd usher.

"So small," he'd playfully tease, mimicking your whimpering voice. "So fragile. I just wanna break you-- throw you around like a needy bitch."

No, but, seriously. Who the hell told you this guy was an angel?

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literallywtflol · 6 months

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. . . mean jason todd !!

jason todd is the type to fuck you so good tears seem to permanently stain your cheeks and leave your skin feeling raw after all is said and done. he’d have your body contorted and folded in, knees pressed firmly against your chest and legs thrown over his broad, scarred up shoulders. he smirks so cruelly as he absolutely destroys your poor cunt, tip of his cock kissing your cervix with every thrust of his hips.

“‘s the matter, pretty girl? you’re crying so pretty for me. got you drunk on my cock, don’t i?”

jason todd is also the type to grab your jaw and dig his fingers into your cheeks, pushing them together and laughing at the embarrassed whines that garble out of your throat. he’ll stare down at you with those pretty eyes of his, his gaze stern and unwavering, hips still snapping away without much thought. you’re practically drowning in pleasure as jason is ever so in tune with your body, what makes you tick.

“you gonna look at me when you come? i don’t want you lookin’ away from me, not even for a second. let me see that pretty face when i make you come on my cock, doll. that’s it, just like that.”

jason todd is just so mean to his pretty girl. he’ll mock your pleas just to make you repeat them loud enough your voice shakes and broken, desperate sobs push past kiss-swollen lips. if you don’t beg just right, he’ll show his thrusts, eyes focused on yours, as he smiles down at you, all sharp and all teeth.

“what was that? don’t think i quite heard you. say it again for me, yeah?”

jason todd will deny you of your release endless times, simply because he can. he gets a giddy joy at seeing how unabashed you can get at the continuous denial of release. you shake and cry and beg and thrash in his grip, but nothing ever seems to persuade him.

“you can come when i say you can, do you understand? now, be a good girl and shut the fuck up and just take it.”

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literallywtflol · 8 months

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A BLACK GIRL RUNS THIS BLOG BITCH

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literallywtflol · 9 months

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Red Hood and Ghost

chapter three

WARNINGS:

SMUT 18+

tags: daddy kink, riding, pet names, degradation, hickies, biting, cockwarming at the end.

this is just smut no plot

Jason was reading on the couch and she decided to have a little fun. She took off her panties and made him break away from his book for a millisecond and proceeded to get on his thigh. “Just keep reading Daddy...”

She started to grind her swollen puffy lips across his thigh and put his book back into his view. “Don’t worry Jay, it's just your beloved wife is such a dirty cumslut.”

His cock started to fatten up in his grey sweatpants. All of the blood rushed down, making it throb at the sight of her. She started to drag her fingers across all of the scars on his shoulders. Then ran her fingers over the Robin scar on his chest. “I love you so much Jaybird,” she mewled.

Pressing her hips down she rocked over the hard muscle and let out a sweet quiet gasp as her clit had a smidge of stimulation. Settling into a steady rhythm, she rocked her hips back and forth making a soft moan every time her clit dragged on the fabric. “Am I going to have to put my book down?” He sarcastically asked. “No Jay, keep reading,” She moaned. Jason chuckled as he started to feel his pant leg soaked. Jason put his bookmark in place and set down his book. He grabbed her hips and held her down, squishing her against the soaked fabric.

He chuckled, “How did you get yourself this wet?” She was whining and on the brink of tears as held Jason held her tight by her hips in place on his thigh. “Did my stupid little Ariel fall into the ocean? You can pretend all you want Ariel, I can see the fucking mess you're making of yourself." His soft voice comes out a touch lower and more aggressive, his tone almost a quiet thud.

“You’re gonna get me even more soaked if you cum,” He adds.

She can feel his body twitching and trembling, his fingers tightening on her hips. The muscles on his face are tight and flexing as he observes her rocking back and forth. A low hiss escapes his lips as he watches her.

"Good girl," He says quietly, his voice dripping with hunger and excitement. As she rocks slowly back and forth with resting on one of his thighs, His fingertips brushing against her skin as he watches, his lips parted and him breathing heavily as he observes exactly how she's moving back and forth. His breath grew heavier and more jagged, his eyes wandering over her body and observing every twitch and movement she makes.

"You look so pretty like this,” He whispered.

Can you leave bruises on me?” She asks softly. Jason pauses for a moment when she asks him to leave bruises on her.

"Oh, my god..." He whispers, his voice hoarse. "Ariel, I’ll leave all kinds of marks on you." He adds while his fingers continue to brush against her skin. "My good girl— you deserve all the marks Daddy can leave on you.“ His expression shifts once more at the sound of her words, his lips parting and his fingers pressing harder against her thighs.

He looks down at her, a small grin on his face as he watches her eagerly. "Let me bite you in as many places as Daddy wants, and let me mark you for everyone to see." He leans down to bite her shoulder.

His teeth sink into her skin forcefully, his grip around her hips tightened as he lets out a soft purr. She can feel the heat from his mouth as his teeth sink deeper into her shoulder, biting into her flesh without any sense of restraint.

She started see stars as Jason bit down on her shoulder, the pain almost unbearable and yet... she felt herself growing more aroused.

Jason bites down harder still, the pain causing an almost electric sensation in her body. His grip around her thigh and shoulder tightens, his teeth sinking into her flesh with each bite and causing her to moan in agony and pleasure.

His teeth press down harder and harder again, his tongue tracing over her skin until it is completely slick with saliva. His lips almost seem to form a suction as he sucks harder and harder on her skin, his grip tightening around her leg and thigh.

"Good girl..." Jason adds, his voice still sounding hoarse and rough. He watches eagerly as blood starts to pool in the areas she has been bitten and as her skin starts to swell from the pressure of his teeth.

“I’m sorry my little Ariel— I’m not gonna let you cum all over my thigh…” He purred, and then threw her off of his lap. He smirked as he saw the huge wet spot on his sweatpants. “You’re such a filthy girl…”

Jason pulled off his sweatpants and freed his cock. He gave it one pump before grabbing his wife and pulling her towards his lap.

"Such a good girl..." Jason murmurs as he moves her up on his lap, his arms tightening around her waist to keep her pressed against him.

He starts to press his thick throbbing head into her swollen folds, already slick with anticipation. Jason groans as he pulls out, so that just his tip is inside, and then thrusts back forward. He continues thrusting in and out of her. Her walls fluttered around his girth, almost sending her over the edge. He started to pick up the pace, and groaned into her ear. “I want to fuck you forever.”

She moaned against his neck and scratching up and down his shoulder blades. He reached down and ran circles along her clit. “Keep my cock buried in your sweet pussy.” She was panting, her core throbbing and brutally sensitive. “Fuck…” she moaned out loud. Suddenly a wave of electricity came over her, she squirmed underneath his fingers. “Daddy— stop,” She choked.

Feeling her tight fluttering walls around him, starting to get overstimulated. “Jason, c’mon I don’t wanna scream and wake our daughter…” She cried. He rolled his eyes and took his his fingers off of her clit. "Aren't you going to thank me?" He asked.

She moaned and laid her head into his shoulder, “Thank you…” He immediately grabbed her face and slapped her. “Thank you what?” ahe growled. “Thank you Daddy.” She rephrased. He grunted in response and grabbed her hips. She laid her head back into his shoulder and cried as she continued to come down from her orgasm. He pulled her hips down, and started to pump his cum into her. “Fuck you’re such a good slut for me.” He grunted.

She tried to get off of him and he grabbed her hips pulling her back down. She was sat still on his cock, she kept squeezing around him. “Stay here, Daddy’s gonna finish his chapter.”

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literallywtflol · 9 months

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𝓗𝓲𝓶 ⭐️

Notes: unedited, a bit rushed, I needed to get this out of my head

Warnings: spitting, choking, smut, NSFW

“Fuck, Love,” He bullies his cock into your wet, and sloppy cunt. His cock presses against your sweet spot, and he sets a steady pace.

“Too much, can’t-“ You sniffle as he pulls out and pushes back in at a nice pace. You cover your eyes with your forearm and you moan as he uses your cunt. His fingers knead into the fat of your thighs and he pulls you closer.

“Don’t hide your face, bunny” He groans as you tighten around him. The man grabs your forearm, pulls it away from your face, and he presses it above your head. He then laces your hands together. His other hand reaches up and wraps it around your throat, and he squeezes lightly. Your pussy flutters around his cock at his actions.

“S-shit, Love” His hips stutter and then he slams into you at a brutal pace. Your hands grasp his forearm, and your nails dig into them. Your mouth forms into that pretty ‘O’ shape that he loves so much, and your breasts bounce with each thrust. His hips snap against yours, and squelching sounds fill the room around you.

His fucking is erratic, desperate, and brutal. His balls slap against you, and slick drips down the fat of your ass.

“S-soo good,” You whimper as he squeezes your face, and your lips pucker.

“Open that mouth for me. Be a good slut for me,” He grunts and he pulls his cock all the way out before slamming back into you. The breath leaves your lungs, and you let out a loud, and needy whine. He licks his thumb and presses it against your bud. He rubs circles onto it. You pull back, grip the sheets and try to pull yourself away. You look up at your lover through teary eyes.

“S-Too much” You whine as you try to pull away but he grabs your hips. He pulls you back onto his slick covered cock.

“Be a good girl for me,” The man bullies his cock back into you. He then forces your mouth open and lets a trail of spit fall into your mouth. Your tongues licks at the trail of spit, and you see his eyes soften. He releases a feral growl before leaning back and looking at the place where you’re connected. He rubs your clit quickly, and spits harshly onto your pussy. You jolt at the warm feeling.

He smirks and continues to use your pussy to his liking.

“You’re so pretty like this, let’s see how many times I can make you cum.”

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literallywtflol · 10 months

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Steam n' Bubbles

MINORS DNI | Implied Dom!Jason, implied Sub!reader, female!reader, suggestive, light mentions of a situationship, proofread

DO NOT REPOST/REWRITE ELSEWHERE

You and Jason Todd had a strange relationship.

It wasn't really a friendship, but you guys also weren't really dating. You didn't want to call it a "situationship" because there was little to no misunderstanding between the two of you; You both knew how you felt about one another. It just seemed like neither of you were going to do anything about it.

That is, until Jason had you all alone, to himself, in a jacuzzi, at the Wayne mansion.

You two had been talking casually for the majority of your visit, and Jason had been courting you well. You'd be lying if you said you didn't notice the little glimpses he'd given you, but there was no use in acting as if you weren't doing the same.

Your current conversation revolved around your apparent inability to hold eye contact. Something about you Jason loved to make of.

"Frankly," you stated, "I find this entire conversation pretty insulting." Jason scoffed, "what's insulting, is the fact you haven't even been able to maintain 5 whole seconds of eye contact with me through the whole thing. It's almost as if you want to prove me right." You rolled your eyes.

"So? What's your plan to fix my inability to hold eye contact? A staring contest?" You suggested, completely serious. "A staring contest sounds pretty lame. I've got a better idea." Jason grinned as he stood up.

The water from the jacuzzi washed down his body, and it took everything in you to not let your eyes wander from his broad shoulders, to his sculpted chest, to his muscular arms, and bulging forearms.

It took even more willpower for you not to indulge yourself in thinking about how easy he could throw you around and keep you in place. Maybe even crush some limbs if he really wanted to. Bruce could easily crush wrists with just a hand, after all.

He began walking towards your seated figure, towering over you once he reached you. He grabbed your chin and tilted your head to look up at him.

"How about," he began, "you let me do anything I want to you. Let me play with you, use you, absolutely ruin you. But you can't look away." The grin on his face only grew wider when he felt heat slowly pour into your cheeks.

He brushed his thumb over your lips and you immediately opened up for him. He swished his thumb inside before bending down to kiss you. His lips were soft, and he was moaning gently. He carefully moved his hand and wrapped it around your neck to lightly grab it, which caused you to whimper.

When he pulled away you kept your eyes shut and attempted to turn away, but Jason's strong hand kept your head in place. "Don't look away now, pretty girl. You practically begged for me to fix you, so here I am. Take what you begged for."

You opened your eyes to look up at him; Jason could see the desperation basically glimmering in your eyes. In return, you could see his pupils take up all the space in his eyes, reflecting his carnal desires.

At that very moment, you figured, this fucker had it out for you.

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literallywtflol · 10 months

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What is wrong with you!? : AK!Jason Todd x reader

Just a little something to outline how i see this verse going. Suggestions/requests/feedback is highly appreciated.

WARNINGS: angst, SMUT minors DNI, probably bit of OOC

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He was strong enough to snap her body in two if he wanted.

To break her neck.

To choke her.

To hurt her.

But somehow in his crazy, washed brain, he knew he needed her. And in some messed up, freaked out, impaired way he felt for her.

Not only because she knew what he’s been through, but because it was also so easy to dump all his frustration into her.

He failed in his mission to kill Batman?

Rough sex

His militia was questioning his abilities to lead?

Blowing steam off while pounding into her.

Did he love her?

Yes.

No.

Honestly, what is love? He lost the meaning of this word a long time ago. What he felt for her was like what the owner feels for a pet. Some kind of allegiance. Sure, he would feel some sort of emptiness if someone were to take her away and would probably kill that person off while getting his revenge, but it was nothing more than that.

Or at least that was what he was telling himself.

He was not Robin anymore and his childish infatuation for her surely turned into something more animalistic. She was at his mercy.

Just like right now.

There were some disturbances in the force and it made him angry. Angry enough to grab her from the tech room where she was working and drag her into his own bed, stripping off his armor and clothes, doing the same to her, pressing her to the mattress with all the brute strength he had.

“Jace…..” she writhed underneath him, feeling him kiss her body with the animalistic urgency, biting, scratching and squeezing. All of her body, except her mouth. He avoided that like a plague. He didn’t need intimacy, closeness and all that bullshit. She was just a playtoy for him. The same way she was for Harley back in the days. The same way he was for Joker. “Please….” A single tear flew down her cheek.

“Shut up.” He hissed, entering her without any prep or warning, just with one push. And it hurt like hell, even after all this time she was kept in Arkham like a prisoner. Well, he was big after all. Her poor body should have been used to all kind of torture by now, but the truth was far from that. And Jason made sure she stayed tight for him. “Just shut the fuck up and take what I give you.” Jason added, putting a hand on her mouth to muffle the scream she dared to let out.

“Jace….” She moaned, not sure if it was pleasure or pain. The fact was that she might have developed some sort of Stockholm syndrome. She knew him when he was Robin. She loved him when he was Robin and in the back of her head she had this crazy scenario that if she could only comply with his action and commands he would come back to her. Love her back. Love her again.

Poor little thing thought she could save him from himself.

She believed that she could be the one to see and have the real Jason, not the Arkham Knight. But the more she tried, the more she failed. “Baby….” She writhed, one of her hand reaching for his chest and shoulder, trying to touch him, to feel his skin against her, to ground herself.

Mistake.

She wasn’t appalled or disgusted by marks Joker left on him.

He was.

“Get your hands off me!” he shouted and grabbed her tiny wrist in his ironclad grip, leaving bruises and making her whimper in pain. She should have known better. He hated his body, all those scars and imperfections. He hated being reminded of the past tortures and rough treatment and her touch, even if it was so loving and tender did just that. “You little whore!”

“I’m sorry.” She cried out “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…..”

“Just shut up!” he yelled picking up the pace, pounding into her like she was nothing more than a piece of meat. He did not care about her silent begging, pleading and whines. If anything, having such sense of control only spur him on. “I know you like it, don’t you? Being treated like a slut you are? Hm? Y/N? Answer me!”

“Jace…..” she begged, squirming and trying to free her hands, which were now pinned above her head “I….I…..” he was rough, brutal even, but he never failed to bring her pleasure, by some twisted accident igniting the fire inside her and her body slowly started to take over making her unable to form any coherent though, settling on arching her back, whining and silently begging him to not stop while losing her breath.

“So cock drunk, aren’t you?” he groaned, pushing her body back to the bed harshly, one hand still pinning her hands to the mattress, the other gripping her hip, pushing into her more, harder, faster. “So fucking stupid you can’t even answer one question?”

“I….. ah! Please…..” she whined throwing her head back, exposing the soft flesh of her throat.

“Oh, no, you don’t get to cum. You’re here to serve me, remember? Not the other way round.”

“please…. Jay, please…. I’m so….. “ she gulped awkwardly. She shouldn’t even think about saying it, but it just slipped past her lips “so close. So good. You’re so good. God, Jason, please, please, let me. “

“No.” he smirked vindictively grabbing her throat, cutting the air supply and watching her struggling to breathe. He himself was so close to cumming now.

Finally, with just one more thrust he came inside her, letting out groans and animalistic sounds. But not words. He felt good with her, but it wasn’t like he was going to admit it.

And this time she got lucky since she managed to orgasm with him.

It happened from time to time, not that he cared at all.

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow night.” He pulled out, immediately reaching for his pants ready to go back to his duties.

“Don’t go.” She cried out, pulling herself up, her blurry eyes and tear stained face making him stop for a second. What the fuck was wrong with her? He treated her like nothing and she still gave him that loving gaze? Why? She was supposed to break, to let go of all her hopes and fantasies filled with happy future with him and yet, all his actions did nothing to make her do that. “Please, don’t leave me.” She begged, her body shaking, clearly getting into the subdrop phase. She needed aftercare, even the slightest aspect of it. Her entire posture, her curved, trembling lips, the stain from the tears on her cheek.

She was so fragile and vulnerable.

She was so pathetic.

Fuck!

Those were the times when something in him broke. He might have been brainwashed to hate batman and everything connected to him, his freaking assistant included, but it was y/n. His friend, his first love (and most probably last, since he didn’t have much opportunities to meet girls). He wanted to hold her. She’s been through enough. But he couldn’t break. And even her sad eyes and extended shaking arms were not enough to make him change his mind.

“Clean yourself up.” He muttered “you’re dripping.”

And then he moved towards the adjacent bathroom. He needed a moment for himself. To collect and control every stupid emotion bursting inside him. The thin walls however did nothing to muffle the sobbing and crying of Y/N, who was shaking on the bed, silently calling his name, begging for attention like a little child. Even after all he’s done he was crying for him, wanting his touch and hugs and care and attention.

Fuck, he couldn’t go soft.

But it was painful to hear her like this.

To see her broken. By him. By the only person she wanted and need.

Fuck, she was making him soft.

He yelled in frustration and punched the mirror.

Hard. Hard enough to break it into little pieces that fell to the ground and hurt his knuckles.

The sound clearly scared her, since in a second she appeared in the bathroom door, watching him bleed to the floor. Wearing only her shirt and panties since it was all she could grab in a hurry to check on him.

Fucking check if he was all right.

“what are you staring at?!” he yelled turning towards her. Her eyes wide in fear, her lips trembling, her body shaking but she was so fucking beautiful like this. Just like in the other life, before Harley left her fingerprints on Y/N.

“I… I …..” she stuttered “you’re hurt.”

“Yeah, so what? It’s not like I haven’t been before.” He shrugged, shoving her away, trying to move past her.

“Let me help you.” she whispered, lifting her hand trying to reach him, but quickly realizing how much of a mistake it would be. Again. “Let me patch you up.”

“Why?”

“Cause I don’t want you to bleed. I don’t want to see you like this. Please, Jason, let me…. Let me help you.” she mumbled looking at the ground, too shy and scared of another punishment for even suggesting something like that .

Jason couldn’t comprehend it.

How was it possible that she wasn’t completely broken like him?

What the fuck was wrong with her?!

“Why do you care?!” he yelled in frustration, grabbing her shoulders and pushing her into the wall, a little squeal escaping her lips in the process. “Why?” he grabbed her chin making her look at him

“You know why…..” she sobbed

“don’t you dare saying it!”

“I…. I won’t….. I won’t, I promise. Please…. It hurts.” He let her go, preventing her from falling to the ground. “Let me….”

“Grab the kit. Just do your job. And do it silently. I don’t want any other stupid words coming out of your mouth, you hear me?”

She nodded and without a sound sat him on the bed taking a spot next to him. Her skillful, soft hands patching him up quicker than anyone else ever could. Years of practice as Wayne assistant (i.e. Batman’s helper).

“thank you” he whispered when she was done, not looking at her. She just nodded again, smiled lightly through the tears and laid down on the bed, not daring to hope for anything. Not anymore. And Jason was not going to give her anything, apart from throwing her a blanket so she could cover herself. And then he left, leaving her in the dark, still unable to figure out what was wrong with her.

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literallywtflol · 10 months

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miguel o’hara x reader || “te amo”

chapter 3: “danger (spider)” (masterlist)

cw: heavy sexual content (no sex actually happens but miguel has thoughts), mention and depictions of panic attacks.

(minors/ageless/blank blogs, do not interact!! if your age is not on your page, you will be blocked!!!)

“¿míguel, mi amor?” you start, “have you gotten…bigger?”

your husband lets out a stifled laugh upon realizing you hadn’t meant that he’d gained fat, instead offering a snarky response.

“why? do you want my new nickname to be gordo?”

you roll your eyes and pretend not to laugh as you walk away from your tiny daughter’s crib and down the hall to your bedroom where he swiftly follows as you continue.

“i didn’t say fatter, papí - i said bigger. look.”

you stop in front of the mirror and point as he removes his white shirt - too stained from gabriela’s babyish drooling to wear any longer. he runs his large hand through his mess of dark curls and stares.

miguel had only caught glimpses of the version of himself that originated on this earth - but dead or alive he can see that you’re correct.

he’s not just taller than that miguel was but he’s much broader - his arms thicker. his bulkier frame stretches the elastic of his costume more when he’s on duty as spider-man - compared to you and your daughter? he’s monstrous.

“being spider-man making you work out more, eh papí?”

you tease, as your soft lips trailing his neck from behind.

you had not brought it up - presumably because he seemed to have had a traumatic weekend fighting the vulture - but miguel had been acting different sexually too.

meaning, he hasn’t acted at all.

you’d had chaste kisses and tight holds, but his brain cannot let him do more than that. the idea of taking you like that when he’s partially a pretender - it would feel dubious, dishonest, a borderline breach of consent.

he has you all to himself and the idea of touching you - even when you seem so willing and ready to be touched - it drives him insane.

and here you are; hands on his bare chest, smiling up at him in front of a mirror, skin so tightly hugged by your nightgown especially your breasts - full of milk for your daughter.

and he so desperately wants to. he wants to let his hands slide downs your thighs and grope your curves. he wants his mouth to sink against yours until his tongue has memorized the taste of your own. and the the taste of your neck and your collar and your breasts, down and down and down.

he wants to know if you squeal, if you pant and moan when his tongue dips inside that most sensitive area. would it there be a hairy bush or clean-shaven sweet skin awaiting him? are you more of a silent type or would you curse and whimper and beg, hands gripping his hair like a lifeline?

you said he was bigger - you were right.

his hazy memory of this earth’s miguel was smaller - not unfit but thinner and had likely spent less time as spider-man considering his life with you. that size difference… did it apply to down there too? would you notice visually or would it take him entering you - making you squirm and whine about it being “too much” as he pounds it in.

he wants to know. he so desperately wants to know…

he can’t.

he’s the bigger man; he’s spider-man. he has the great power but the fact the allure of a lacy nightgown and sweet skin made him even contemplate betraying the great responsibility? he’s supposed to be the good guy.

the fact he even so much as contemplate taking you like that, on the basis of a lie, makes a feeling of sickness and cold grip his stomach.

“míguel-” you start to purr, in between dashing your lips across his neck. you pause sharply seeing his face in the mirror.

it’s not the usual look of arousal, or the teasing smirk, or even amusement. it’s a look of conflict, lips and eyes expressing sheer unadulterated horror that makes you pull away from him immediately voice almost breaking in concern.

“¿míguel?!” you almost yell out, overwhelmed with surprise and concern, hands the only part of your body that stays in contact with his broad form. you cup his chin and pull down to look him in the eyes.

now you’re worried. god, that makes him feel even worse. it’s clear you’ve been worried for a while - that you’ve observed difference in him; the way he pauses at foods he used to love, the way he seems just a little bit more animalistic as spider-man whenever you catch a glimpse of him on the news, and now his growth and sheer paralysis at the notion of touching you.

his heart is beating faster.

“¿qué te ocurre?” you say not in an accusatory tone but one of concern. “te ves enfermo, estás actuando extraño y no me estás hablando.” your strokes his face and he doesn’t flinch nor lean into your touch he just stays still.

your words aren’t reaching his ears except a small, so pitifully exhausted - “miguel. have i done something wrong?”

his breathing starts to become unsteady.

he knows he is the one doing something wrong. and to see you - motherly, beautiful and stubborn you - even for a second, doubt all the happiness you and gabriela have given him in this small time on this earth? he pulls away, absolutely shattered.

there is an internal battle: a devil and an angel on his shoulder yelling at him to tell you, tell you, tell you.

it is just another thing he can’t do.

his palms are sweaty.

first, he thinks it’s his regular spider-like secretion. then, he notices it’s everywhere, his hairs are standing on edge. it is a feeling he only gets as a warning — the spider sense affecting every one of his nerves to tell him something is wrong, and that he should be afraid.

there is danger in telling you that he’s not who you think he is.

you say his name one more time and his eyes flicker red and he realizes - the stoic, tall, ever-serious spider-man 2099 realizes:

he’s having a panic attack.

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Ruki Mukami x Female Reader Smut

❌ NSFW Warning: This post contains explicit sexual content. If you are a minor or sexual content makes you uncomfortable, please do not read under the cut! ❌

❗️You've been warned ❗️

Praise (and lots of it), Fingering, Missionary, Romantic, Master, Teasing, Gentle, Shushing

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You squirmed needily as Ruki pulled your underwear off you, leaving you completely naked for him. You took in the sight of him in just his briefs, his hardened bulge unmistakeable.

He parted your thighs and rubbed his thumb over your folds, causing you to shudder slightly. "So pretty. All for me, hmm?" You nodded. "Such a good girl, already so wet. I can't wait to be inside you."

"Please..." you whined out. "Not yet. Be a good girl and watch me please you." Your legs fell open even wider. Ruki chuckled but you didn't miss the desire in his eyes. "Good girl. Spread yourself open for your master." He slowly, too slowly, rubbed his thumb over your clit. You impatiently lifted your hips, desperate for more. "Shhh, you'll get it." Ruki cooed, continuing to rub over your most sensitive bundle of nerves.

He went faster and your mouth opened slightly as pleasure sparked through your body. You felt one finger, then two, enter you. You moaned deeply. He continued rubbing your clit as he slowly fingered you, pumping his fingers inside you and curling them expertly to reach the most delicious spot. His other hand massaged your breast and your felt your release approach. You barely had time to grip the sheets before you shattered in the most euphoric way, moaning.

"You're so wet and warm. It'll feel amazing inside you. You're a good girl, you want that? Me to fill you up?" "Yes, yes, Ruki, please!" You were practically dripping you were so aroused. You felt empty, you desperately needed to be full and you knew Ruki could fill you.

Ruki chuckled and, without breaking eye contact, took off his briefs, leaving him completely naked. You almost moaned at the sight. His pale, toned chest. His prominent collarbones. But as you looked as his member, which always stretched you so perfectly, your mind and body became fixated on your desire for it to be inside you.

You spread your legs and waited but Ruki was far more patient than you. He teasingly rubbed the tip over your slit, careful not to enter you. "Ruki!" You protest came out as a desperate whine. You scooted down but Ruki was determined to tease you.

"So wet, you're so good, always good for me." Ruki said in a placating, gentle voice. He rubbed himself over you a few more times, fondling your breasts gently as he did so. "Please..." "You've been so good for me," Ruki told you, his voice like velvet. "So good. I want to be inside you and I know my good girl deserves it." You felt relief, despite your arousal being as high as it could get, knowing Ruki would soon be inside you.

Ruki gently gripped your hips and guided himself to your entrance. "I'm going in, you're gonna be a good girl for me, right?" "Yes...yes..." "Good girl."

He slowly pushed in and your jaw dropped as you moaned. Ruki groaned quietly. "Uhh...ngh...good girl, yes, stretch just like that." He continued pushing all the way in. You whimpered at how good it felt to be completely full. "Shh, you're doing so well, I'm so proud of you." Ruki began to slowly thrust and you gripped his arms, moaning.

Ruki grunted. "Good girl, so warm and tight just for me." He tilted his hips and hit an amazing spot. "Ruki..." you cried out. You moaned desperately and Ruki groaned as he slowly moved himself inside you.

"Shh...yes, that's it, good girl, very good." Ruki sped up a little and you gasped, digging your nails into the pale flesh on his forearms. "Ngh...hah..." Ruki panted. You moaned and grinded your hips against him. "Ruki...Ruki..." Ruki groaned your name, his eyes closing in pleasure. "Good girl, yes, so good for me." His praise came out as desperate pants.

He was hitting the most amazing spot, going at the perfect pace, and you knew your orgasm was coming. You moaned and gripped him tighter as you got closer...and closer...

You practically screamed out your release as pleasure even greater than before filled your entire body. Ruki growled and went faster, chasing his own release. "Good girl, let me take you, just like this." His voice was huskier, rougher. He stilled, his face twisting in pleasure, as he orgasmed inside you. He panted for a moment before placing a kiss on your lips.

He slid out and cleaned himself up before stretching out beside you in bed. He held open his arms and you immediately rested in them. He kissed you and, with your head on his chest, the two of you drifted into slumber.

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I have a huge praise kink so while I hope y'all enjoy this it was a very self-indulgent post lmao

Reblogs and feedback always appreciated! ❤️

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