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tinycoded360 · 2 days

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Cursed to a Foreign Land-Chapter 3: A New Home

Author note: For extra flavor, I used some Arabic words.

Habibi: When used for a parent to a child, the word could be translated as sweetie or honey. (from what I searched)

Wallahi is an Arabic phrase that means "I swear by Allah." It emphasizes truthfulness and is commonly used by Muslims, Arabic-speaking Christians, and London slang.

Zeddle's eyes fluttered open. He felt disoriented, his body aching from sunburn and exhaustion. A delicious aroma wafted in from another room, momentarily distracting him from his confusion.

Memories of being cursed, the puppet stall, and the giant man who had bought him flooded back into his mind. His eyes darted around the unfamiliar surroundings, taking in the immense living room where he found himself.

A sudden realization struck Zeddle like a bolt of lightning; his shoes and shirt were gone. He cringed at the thought of the giant man undressing him, feeling even more vulnerable without his clothes. Determined to investigate, Zeddle mustered his courage and climbed out of the box, his legs trembling beneath him. As he stumbled onto the floor with a soft thump, the sounds in the kitchen came to an abrupt halt.

Zeddle's heart pounded in his chest, his entire body tensing as he heard heavy footsteps approaching.

Salim stepped into the living room, his eyes immediately meeting Zeddle's wide, frightened ones as the tiny boy trembled on the floor. Neither of them moved for a moment, their gazes locked in an intense standoff.

With slow, deliberate movements, Salim approached Zeddle, hoping not to startle the scared child any further. He held out a hand, palm up, and whispered soothing words in Arabic that Zeddle couldn't understand.

Zeddle's heart pounded in his chest, his instincts urging him to run, to escape this terrifying giant who towered over him. As Salim drew nearer, the urge to flee became too strong to resist, and Zeddle darted away from the approaching hand.

Stop!" Salim called out, giving chase. But Zeddle didn't understand the command, and his fear propelled him forward. A bump in the rug caught his foot, sending him sprawling onto the unforgiving floor with a cry of pain and terror. Before he could scramble to his feet again, Salim's fingers closed gently but firmly around his middle, hoisting him up into the air.

"Naughty, naughty," Salim chided, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through his closed fist. Within its confines, Zeddle writhed.

Salim's eyes widened in shock as the tiny boy in his grasp suddenly yelled up at him in a language he understood. "Let me go!" Zeddle's voice trembled with fear and anger, but what surprised Salim most was that the words were in English.

"Ah, you can speak English," Salim said softly, a gentle smile appearing on his face. "Wallahi, I won't harm you," Salim promised. “But you must never run from me again. It's too dangerous for you."

Zeddle gulped audibly but gave a shaky nod of understanding.

"Good. My name is Salim," the giant said, his voice warm and reassuring. "What's your name?"

"Z-Zeddle," the tiny borrower boy stammered, still trembling with fear.

"Ah, Zeddle," Salim repeated, trying to commit the unusual name to memory. He carefully examined the tiny boy to make sure he hadn't been injured during their brief chase. Satisfied that Zeddle appeared unharmed, he decided it was time to address the language barrier between them.

"I will speak to you in English, Zeddle, and maybe teach you Arabic later. That will make things easier for both of us," he explained before carefully slipping the tiny boy into his chest pocket. The soft fabric enveloped Zeddle as Salim carried him into the kitchen.

As Salim resumed his cooking, Zeddle tried to make sense of his new situation.

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Salim glanced down as he felt movement in his pocket. The sight of Zeddle's tiny head peeking out brought an involuntary smile to his face. There was something undeniably endearing about the miniature boy, with his wide, scared eyes and trembling form. Despite his size, Salim could tell that Zeddle was young.

"Ah, you're peeking out," Salim said softly. "I hope you're ready for dinner, little one. I've made something special just for you."

"Really?" Zeddle replied hesitantly, his voice barely audible. "What is it?"

"Stuffed bell peppers with rice, vegetables, and a little bit of meat. " Salim explained, hoping the prospect of food would entice Zeddle and put him at ease.

Zeddle's tiny stomach growled louder at the mention of food, betraying his hunger. He looked up at Salim with wide, hopeful eyes. "That sounds... really good, actually."

"Let's eat then," Salim said warmly. He reached into his pocket and gently cupped Zeddle in his hand, lifting him onto the table beside a small plate he had prepared earlier. As Salim settled down to enjoy his meal, he kept an eye on Zeddle, who tentatively began to nibble on the stuffed pepper.

"Finished?" Salim asked, seeing that Zeddle was no longer interested in taking another bite. The tiny borrower nodded, his belly now full and round.

To Zeddle's surprise, the gentle giant carefully lifted him onto his shoulder. The sudden change in altitude made Zeddle dizzy for a moment, but he clutched onto the side of Salim's neck to regain his balance.

"Stay right there, habibi," Salim said softly, running a warm finger down Zeddle's back in a comforting gesture that sent a shiver down his spine.

Zeddle clung nervously to the giant's collar as he ate, feeling the vibrations through the man's body each time he spoke or swallowed. It was a very odd sensation.

After a few bites, Salim glanced at him again. "Tell me about yourself, little one. How old are you?"

Zeddle hesitated, then said in a small voice, "I'm ten."

"Ten!" Salim echoed in surprise. "Why, you're just a child."

Zeddle bristled slightly.

“And what exactly are you?”

“I'm a borrower,” Zeddle replied, not offering any more details. Salim hummed in acknowledgment but didn't push for more information.

"Wh-where am I?" Zeddle stammered, his voice shaking with fear.

"You're in Iraq," Salim replied gently. “Zeddle, do you know where your home is?" Salim asked softly.

"I don't know," Zeddle sniffled. "I just know it was a forest."

"Based on your accent, I'd guess you come from America," Salim mused, stroking Zeddle's head with his thumb. "But it's such a vast country with so many forests."

"How did you come to be here, so far from home?" Salim asked.

Zeddle's lip trembled as he recalled the terrifying events. "An evil witch found me in the woods. She...she used her magic to send me here."

Tears spilled down his cheeks. Quickly, Salim lifted him down into his palm, cradling him against his broad chest.

"There, there, little one," he murmured. "You're safe now. I know you're scared, but I promise no one will hurt you here."

"Y...yo...you believe me?" Zeddle stuttered.

"Yes, yes, I believe you. Wicked witches are not the strangest things I've seen. I've fought Vampires." Salim soothed.

Zeddle frowned in confusion. "What's a Vampire?"

Salim waved his other hand dismissively. "That's a story for another time. Don't worry about it; nothing can harm you in my home."

Zeddle wept in the warm enclosure of the giant's hands.

As Salim continued to comfort the tiny borrower child, he couldn't help but wonder if his friend Jason from the US could help—or if the Americans were even aware of this tiny species living in America. He hadn't heard from the American since they departed from the underground temple. It would take time to figure out how to contact him.

"Maybe my friend Jason can assist us," Salim said thoughtfully, gently tracing circles on Zeddle's back. "He's from the United States and might have some information or ideas about how to get you home."

Salim let Zeddle cry himself out, gently stroking the tiny back with his thumb. When the sobs subsided to hiccups, he lifted the small chin with one finger.

"Better now?" he asked softly.

Zeddle sniffed and nodded, scrubbing at his wet cheeks.

"Good," Salim said. He cradled the tiny body in one hand and stood up. "I don't know where your home is. But I'll do my best to get you back there, you have my word." With that Salim walked into his living room and sat down in a comfy chair.

Retrieving his flip phone from his pocket, Salim decided to capture the moment with a photograph. He positioned Zeddle carefully, ensuring that the child was comfortable as he snapped pictures of the tiny boy sitting on the palm of his hand.

"Say cheese, Habibi," Salim encouraged as he sent the snapshots to his son, Zain.

"What's that?" Zeddle asked, curiosity piquing as he eyed the strange device. His small voice trembled slightly, still unnerved by his precarious situation.

"It's a phone," Salim explained gently. "I use it to talk to people who are far away and send them messages or pictures."

"Look here, Zeddle," Salim said as he brought up the picture he had taken earlier.

Zeddle's tiny face scrunched in confusion as he peered at the illuminated screen. The concept of a digital image was foreign to him, a magic beyond his understanding. But there he was, unmistakably small and fragile, cradled in the warm expanse of Salim's hand.

"What... what is that?" Zeddle asked, his voice trembling with wonder.

"That's you," Salim explained, his voice tinged with fondness. "It's called a picture. It captures a moment, like a memory you can see."

Zeddle reached out a hesitant finger, grazing the glowing surface with his touch. His reflection didn't react, locked forever in the photograph's stillness. Fascination overtook his fear and for a moment.

Panic surged through his tiny body as he realized what this image meant. Zeddles looked up at Salim with a pleading look. "Please, don't tell anyone else about me!"

Salim's heart clenched at the sight of the frightened tiny boy, and he opened his mouth to reassure him when his phone buzzed with an incoming response. He glanced down at the screen, seeing that it was a message from Zain.

He glanced down at the screen, reading the message: 'You're kidding, right? That's just a very detailed doll. Nice try, though.'

Salim couldn't help but chuckle. He typed back, 'No, I'm serious! He's alive, and his name is Zeddle. He's a borrower from America.'

"Zeddle," he said gently, "I promise I won't tell anyone else about you if that's what you want. But Zain, my son, won't harm you."

The buzzing of Salim's flip phone snapped him back to reality. He glanced at the screen, seeing a new message from Zain. "Dad, I can't believe you found a tiny boy! Is he really a borrower? There are stories about them over here. I didn't think they were real. I can't wait to meet my new little brother!"

"Zain says he can't wait to meet you, 'his new baby brother,'" Salim chuckled, the corners of his eyes crinkling with amusement.

"Baby brother?" Zeddle echoed, a frown tugging at his minuscule features.

"Ah, don't mind him," Salim replied, his voice a soothing balm. "Zain always wanted a little brother. It seems he has found one, albeit in unexpected circumstances."

"Will you... will I stay with you?" Zeddle asked.

Salim’s smile softened. "Yes, Zeddle. For now, you are under my care.”

"Okay," Zeddle whispered.

"Good," Salim said. Now, let's see if we can find something else for you to wear—something more suited to our weather here."

#giant/tiny #g/t writing #g/t #the-borrowers-au #g/t writing community #gentle giant #house of ash #Salim #Video game #Dark pictures #dark pictures anthology #dark pictures house of ashes #the borrowers #Jason will show up in the next chapter or so

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dhampiravidi · 7 months

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it would be cute as hell if Jason Todd meets a kid (in his civilian ID) who's so happy to see him. upon investigation, Jason learns that the kid used to get dragged to watch their older sibling's plays--and the one where Jason was the deuteragonist & the scriptwriter? That was his favorite & it still is. the kid is his #1 fan.

Jason't first thought is that he wants to adopt the kid, but then he'd be like Bruce. instead, he treats the kid to some ice cream, sternly tells him to avoid walking in Gotham alone & finally walks the kid home.

#jason todd #red hood #gentle giant #admin #fanart #cute #fluff

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the-mushroom-faerie · 11 months

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me *wakes up after one (1) night with no pain in the joint the doctors said would take 3-4 days to heal* *uses that joint excessively to show its healed only to find out I just got used to the pain*

#pro tip do NOT make silly faces to test out if your jaw stopped hurting #its not nearly as bad as it was yesterday though so small blessings #still dont know what i did to it #yawning still hurts though #but it just feels a little sore and clicky instead of feeling like i got punched by jason mamoa #(who wouldnt actually punch me because hes an absolute puppy and gentle giant)

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jasonsmirrorball · 8 months

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i'm so glad we all love roommate!jason he's my fav scumbag (affectionate)

#sweetaurore #i do miss neighbour!jason tho my gentle giant mechanic #i wanna ride him in the backseat of his car! but also i want to ride any variation of jason in the backseat of his car <3

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3dumbass · 2 years

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Am I really to blame for being into scary big people who are actually really gentle? 🙄

I mean- who wouldn't be into them if they had a better taste!

#/jk mostly #though they are lovely in the inside and outside<3 #slashers #bubba sawyer #leatherface #tommy hewitt #jason voorhees #house of wax #also big chubby/muscular woman 🙏🧎‍♀️#just gentle giants in general ♡♡♡

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fir3flytv · 17 days

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JASON TODD didn't want a dog. He lived in an apartment with you, with one bedroom, a tiny kitchen and a living room that looked like the furniture decorated in it would fall apart at any moment.

But one day, he comes home to you, sleeping in your bed with a little bull mastiff puppy on his side of the bed. He stares at the dog for a few moments, before going to take off his Red Hood outfit, as though that would make the situation disappear. When he comes back, the dog was still there. Of course.

Gently, Jason shakes you awake, giving you a pointed look. "Got anything you want to share with me, babe?" He asks, eyes trailing down to the dog, still asleep on the bed. A sheepish smile crosses your face. "I can explain?" You say, though it comes out more like a question. "I was volunteering at the animal shelter and found him. He didn't like being with the other dogs in cage but they didn't have enough space to isolate him." "So you thought the best plan was to bring home a dog that can grow to be 150 pounds?" I scoffs lightly. "No, no! I'm fostering him. Just for a little bit," You say quickly. "I thought since he's still a puppy he would be adopted quickly, right? So we won't have to make space for when he gets that big." Jason lets out a soft sigh and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before speaking again. "You're too good," He murmurs softly. You smile up at him and return the kiss onto his cheek. After a few moments, Jason clears his throat and looks down at the puppy, still sprawled out onto his side of the bed. "So where am I going to sleep?" ... JASON TODD sucks at being a foster. He's terrible, horrible, even. If you were to look up 'How to not foster a dog', they would just show his face. It wasn't that he neglected the dog. He could never. He took him out on runs, fed him good food, washed him, played with him. Everything a dog owner could do. No, the reason Jason was so bad was because his first ever foster dog turned out to be a foster failure. Every time someone came by interested in adopting the puppy, Jason would be in your ear, whispering to you that it didn't seem like they knew what they were doing, or that the puppy wouldn't like living with them. Every. Single. Time.

It wasn't till the three month mark of fostering the pup, having moved to a more spacious apartment, that Jason popped the question.

"You know," He starts suddenly while the two of you were on the couch, eating Chinese take out with the dog resting on the floor nearby. "No one here seems to be right for Buster." Buster, his name for the dog. He's used it so much he actually started responding to it. "There's someone, I'm sure," You counter, taking a bite of your food. "I know there is," Jason counters. Just as you open your mouth to tell him that makes no sense, he cuts you off. "Us. We're right for Buster." "Think," He says, reaching out to grip your hand. "For three months, we've had him, we've moved with him. He has his spot in the bed, we've worked him into our schedule. He's happy. Why ruin that?" "So you want to adopt him?" You ask, making sure you understood just exactly what he was saying. It felt too good to be true. "Yeah, I do," He says with a small smile. As soon as he finishes speaking you practically lung at him, tackling him into a hug while whispering small 'thank you's. The action makes Buster jump up and want to join in on whatever is going on, leaping onto the couch and sniffing at the two of you, his massive head bumping you both. In that moment, Jason knew he made the right choice. This felt right. It felt good. It felt like home. You, him, and your giant dog.

#my old boy just passed so this is so fucking self indulgent 😭#storm speaks ⛈#storm shorts ☁️#Jason Todd #jason todd x reader #I know in some runs he does have a dog just shhhhhhhh #let me live my fantasy life #red hood #red hood x reader #jason todd fluff #jason todd x you #dc #dc comics x reader #dc x reader #This is literally so long 😭

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 2 years

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I'd die for Gentle Giant Jason.

"Did Todd just- giggle?" Damian asked slightly incredulous.

"Oh my god!" Stephanie squealed, making Cass and Dick both wince, "I knew it I knew it I knew it! Tim owes me so much fucking money."

"Did you just hook Jason up with your friend?" Cass asked, bouncing on her toes.

"Look. At. Him." She said snapping a picture to send to Tim.

Jason Todd. The Red Hood. Scourge of Gotham's underworld and personal contributor of at least 13 of the gray hairs at Bruce's temples, was laughing. The deep, rumbling belly laugh he only used when he was relaxed. And there you were, wrapped in his jacket, cradling a cup of hot cider, eyes shining. Cheeks warm. Jason was FLIRTING.

"Nice work," Dick said approvingly. "She's a cutie-"

"The freckles and dimples were a nice touch," Cass hummed, "he likes that-"

"And the glasses," Steph said grinning. You look little and cute and studious. A nice contract to Jason's huge frame and battle scars.

"Should we go over or?" Damian eyed the scene with distaste. His older siblings and their romantic entanglements were exhausting.

"Nah," Dick said, grinning, "Let's let them have a minute. If we give him time to drink a little more he'll probably get brave enough to kiss her."

#Jason Todd #Jason Todd x reader #ask answered #minors dni #gentle giant! jason

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arkhamslvts · 10 months

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jason todd is fucking giant. . .

he promises to be gentle but fuck, you’re squeezing him so tight and you sound so fucking good. he buries his face into your neck and mutters against your skin “fuck.. m’sorry angel.. so fuckin’ good.. jus’ lemme fuck you right.” and he speeds up his pace, promising you’re gonna feel so good when he’s done. and he’s so fucking big, he goes fast and he’s talking filthy in your ears. you don’t even know when you started cumming but you know you couldn’t stop.

#. . . curated by mara #. . . maras lovers #jason todd smut #jason todd x black!reader #dhdhdjshshs. need him so fuckin bad.#jason todd x y/n #jason todd x reader

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tinystrawberryshifter · 9 months

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POST MORE JASON!- I love your style sosomuch ~💙💙

He's saying hi :D

#my art #g/t #giant/tiny #jason #gt #gentle giant #giant man #gt community

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slasherhaven · 5 months

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Slashers with a significant other who is a cam girl and wants them to be in one of their videos? 💃

2 posts in 2 days who do I think I am? See ya'll in a year! /j

CW: NSFW

You do Cam Work and Ask the Slashers to be in your Videos:

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas is pretty conservative when it come to sex and such, but he's come around to your cam work, especially since you let him help with the details.

You like when he picks what you were or what scene you might do. You made Thomas feel like a part of it and that made him comfortable with it.

Still, he's very surprised when you ask if he wants to do a video with you. He refuses immediately and you respect that.

You ask again a while later but with more details. Like nobody would know who he was, you would keep his face out of the shot, and the two of you will do whatever he is comfortable with.

Your first video with him is of you riding him. His head isn't in the shot but the rest of his frame is. The size difference goes hard and your audience agrees.

Thomas is a flustered mess when you sit to read with comments with him. Everyone is talking about the new man in your video, gushing about how big he is and how attentive he is. Even with his size it seems your audience could sense his gentle soul, commenting on the chemistry you both have and how they would love to see him again!

Thanks to all the lovely comments, Thomas agrees to do another video even if he doesn't see himself putting his face on camera any time soon.

Michael Myers

Michael honestly does not care that you do cam work.

When you first ask him to be in a video, he pretty much ignores it.

But when you ask again some time later he doesn't see why not.

As long as his face isn't in the video or anything, you can film it, he doesn't really care.

The videos you make with him afterwards are pretty similar to your first video with him.

Usually you bent over while Michael fucks you to tears.

Michael is barely in the shot most of the time. Sometimes it just a close up on you, other times it includes Michael but only ever getting at high as his chest.

Everyone is obsessed with your mystery man. Where did he come from? What was that scar from? Can we see more of him please!!!

Jason Voorhees

We all know that Jason's comfort levels with sex is extremely low and it takes a while for him to become comfortable with physical intimacy. So cam work is certainly going to take some time for him to come around to.

And once he's become more comfortable with that, it's going to take a whole lot longer before he feels comfortable being in a video.

When he does decide to give it a go, he is a real hit!

He refuses to show his face on camera and you do whatever it takes to make sure he is as comfortable as possible.

Before Jason says you can use his name in videos and descriptions, your audience referred to him as 'the gentle giant', which is completely accurate!

No matter your usual content, Jason is nothing but gentle with you when he's in a video.

Brahms Heelshire

Watches your videos over and over again, he loves them. He'll watch you record them and watch them later once you've posted them. He can't get enough.

He's already got his pants off when you ask if he wants to be in one of your videos. You end up fucking even though you're not filming it.

He actually doesn't have much of a problem with having his face on camera. He's still a little insecure about his facial burns but you have alleviated most of that by this point.

And after the first video and he reads all those positive comments. Some are as horny for him as they are for you.

Fully embraces his new pornstar identity. He's insufferable.

He'll be in any video you want and your audience love watching you take care of your needy brat.

Bo Sinclair

Bo is in fully support of your work, it brings some money in and he gets to watch your videos. Even if his possessiveness still often gets the better of him. Whenever he reads comments of people praising you, Bo has an insatiable need to bend you over something just to prove a point.

Gets all cocky and arrogant when you ask if he wants to be in a video.

Needless to say, he agrees to do it.

And he takes to it pretty easily. He knows how to get all of his favourite reactions from you, how to get you pleading and begging for him, and he wants everyone watching to know.

Bo is arrogant and always smirking when the camera is on but it performs well.

He likes to how the camera and film himself entering you. He really does have a terrible ego.

Vincent Sinclair

It gets Vincent flustered, he could admit that, but he appreciates the artistic side of it all. It takes more effort and consideration than one might think!

He likes helping you get ready for a video and taking care of you afterwards.

He's hesitant when you first ask if he wants to be in a video. A part of him wants to do it with you but he's not confident enough in himself.

But he loves making you feel good and at this point he knows he's good at it, so he gives it a try. You can film them without posting them after all, like practise runs.

He may never show his face but he doesn't mind having his body on camera. Sometimes he even just hides his face with his hair instead of keeping his head out of the shot completely.

On Vincent's more self-conscious days, he'll film close ups of him fingering you instead.

He's very good with his hands and your audience agrees. They are very jealous of you.

Lester Sinclair

Lester is pretty neutral on your work, but of course he absolutely loves your videos.

He's mostly just surprised and flustered when you first ask if he wants to be in one of your videos. He thinks you're perfect so he understands why people would want to watch you, but he doesn't really see why people would want to watch him.

But he still agrees to it because he's your biggest supporter!!!

Your audience love the chemistry and intimacy between you both, leaving comments about how real your videos feel.

The videos that perform best are usually the ones where the two of you forgot you were even filming, just giggling together and enjoying each other. Lester gets all nervous and shy when the camera turns on, which is adorable, but forgetting that the camera is there really does help him perform better, the sweetheart.

Your audience love your more thought out and planned videos but appreciate the occasional more relaxed video with your sweet boyfriend.

Bubba Sawyer

Super flustered by your work but he's supportive.

Is super surprised and nervous when you ask if he wants to be in a video.

He agrees to give it a try once you explain that you can always delete it and nobody has to see it if he changes his mind or doesn't like it.

Bubba is just a big sweetie really, and you know just how to turn him into a squirming, blubbering mess.

And your audience love to watch you do it!

In later video's you do, you use the viewers' comments to fluster him even further. Using all the kindest and sweetest comments that say how lovely he is .

Come on, Bubs, they love you, they're being so nice. Why don't you say thank you?

Billy Lenz

Billy loves watching your videos and when you ask if he wants to be in a video with you, he is so excited!

He's completely down to make some home videos but he's a little unsure about putting it online for other people to see.

So you make it so his face isn't visible and let him watch the final edit before uploading it. He thinks it's so hot, he can't say no.

Honestly, you could do really well with just audios alone though. People will go wild for it. Billy unable to keep his mouth shut, all those desperate moans and whines and noises, the sticky wet slapping of skin. Honestly, a video element is just a bonus at this point.

And who gets off to the video the most? Billy obviously!

Asa Emory (The Collector)

Asa monitors your accounts anyway, even if you don't know it. He wants to know what you're posting and how people are responding. Don't want any bullies or trolls, right?

He's probably tried to manipulate you into suggesting it anyway.

He doesn't have much of a problem with your cam work, he's just a possessive bastard and would love to claim you in front of your entire audience.

The mask stays on!

Okay, he designs a new mask to avoid any chance of self criminalisation but whatever.

You two can make it big in BDSM communities.

Ties you up, blindfolds you, gags you. Whatever he feels like, but often seems to focus the camera on your reactions rather than on what he is doing to you. Studying his favourite little specimen.

Your audience already adored you of course, but they also love this new Dom you brought it.

There is no doubt as to who you belong to now.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)

Obviously Jesse has no problem with being on camera and he already has a pretty big ego, so he'll probably even wear the Chromeskull mask. It's his signature whether it's for his snuff films or your cam work.

Like Asa, you do absolute numbers in the BDSM community. Everyone is very pleased with his fully suited up, masked Dom that you brought in.

He already has his Chromeskull persona all fleshed out so he just brings that energy to your videos.

He's a sadistic Dom and you might have to upload an Aftercare video at some point just to reassure your more loyal audience that you're alright and always well taken care of afterwards.

Otis Driftwood

Is obviously a fan of your videos and isn't going to stop you from making them. You aren't actually fucking anyone else, so he's cool with it. And if he feels particularly jealous or possessive at some point, he knows he's the only one who can actually pin you down and have his way with you.

Oh yeah, he's down to make a few videos with you. He's probably got some old tapes of his own somewhere, long forgotten. He's not shy.

Says the filthiest shit, it kinda becomes his think on your platform.

Otis can be absolutely disgusting but, fortunately, there is an audience for that and they flood to your videos.

Calls you all sorts of names, asks you if you get off on knowing everyone is going to watch him fuck you. That everyone is going to see all the things you let him do to you.

Baby Firefly

Baby loves that you do cam work, she loves performing. She happily does your hair and makeup, she helps you pick out costumes and which toys you'll use in that video.

Hell, she's even filmed a video or two for you!

She's your number one supporter so of course she jumps on camera as soon as you ask if she wants to be in a video.

The two of you are all dolled up and she's magnetic, the audience love her as much as they love you.

The two of you are absolute menaces if you decide to do a livestream, pulling in huge donations because Baby is going to pout and taunt. Why should the two of you put on a show if they're not showing their appreciation properly?

Baby is the type to respond to very low donations with "it's alright, you can just say you're poor". She never promised to play nice and she just thinks you're worth more than that!!!

You end up apologising for her.

People are into it though.

Yautja (Predator)

Your mate doesn't quite get it but he's cool with it.

Is hard as soon as you ask if he wants to be in a video. Yautja's aren't very conservative or prudish when it comes to sex and nudity, so you weren't too surprised.

He loves the thought of taking you, of claiming you, and everyone knowing that you're his mate. That he's a worthy mate for you.

Even when he's a regular feature in your videos, he doesn't completely understand it, he just knows he's into it.

Everyone loves to watch you try to take him fully, the struggle, the determination, the satisfaction when you manage it.

You have cornered the Monster Fucker market. They don't know if it's real, if it's a very elaborate costume, or very realistic animation, either way they are eating it up.

All the other performers who use alien dildos and such are super jealous, obviously.

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I heard your pleas, and am therefore requesting your take on boxer jason ( i swear he lives in my mind rent free, such a gentle giant with the ability to pummel anyone who wrongs you into the ground? Amazing). Maybe he uses scary dog privileges to get someone to back off while they are giving you trouble?

Boxer!Jason x reader

gravitates towards you even though the two of you look like opposites. he's tall and big and sometimes his face doesn't look like it can hold a smile

you're the one person in the world that can prove that he can smile. the first time you met, you threw him a joke and made him smile a tiny bit. Just the tiniest bit but it was enough.

when you find out what he does for a living, you figure it makes sense. All that muscle and size has got to go towards something. him telling you he's a boxer also helps you understand why you'll see him with a black eye or a busted lip.

doesn't invite you to watch him fight at first. even before you start dating because he's scared that you'll see him in action and get nervous. Which you aren't, you actually quite like seeing him in his element.

sometimes he'd go a few days between a fight and seeing you just to not freak you out. seeing Jason with a bruised rib or moving tensely is not something you wish for.

you have to be the one to make the first move. Jason isn't going to do it. He's going to leave it up to you for the first few months of the relationship. He figures you have to get to know him and he has to get to know you.

he flushes when you the two of you first kiss. Yeah. It knocks him off his feet. No one is able to actually get a knockout against him except you!

maybe six months into dating he lets you come over after a fight. You offer to salve and stick anything but he tells you he's got it covered. He just wants you with him.

It's fun going out with Jason because he gets you in anywhere. Clubs, concerts, etc. He's got a lot of pull and if that doesn't work he just stands behind you menacingly as you talk your way in. Works like a charm every time.

Jason doesn't like putting his hands on people outside of a fight or training. He vows against it unless the situation calls for it. And even if it does it's really the last resort.

So when some random sleazily walks up to you and initiates contact with you, he waits. He waits for you to handle it. Which you do, because Jason teaches you a few tricks to get yourself out of a tough spot.

But when things take a turn and Jason knows you need help, he's right there. Like out of no where that rando is down on the floor or high tailing it out of your vicinity.

maybe about eight or nine months into the relationship, Jason asks if you wanna come see his upcoming match. Of course he's pretty nonchalant about it, so you agree. Thinking it's some underground type of stuff.

Yeah, and then the following weekend you're on a plan to Vegas because he's fighting in some big arena and it's being televised.

Jason thinks the only thing in his life worth making a big deal out of is you, so no he doesn't find the cameras and the hype around the fight more important than you.

he wins the fight -of course! and spends the rest of the weekend treating you around Vegas, amongst other things...

a/n: I absolutely love this request! and if you want more you can ask for it in my inbox <333 this was so fun to write and think out!! thank you again for sending this!!

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igotanidea · 3 months

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Not the same: Jason Todd x reader

requested by @miraculous-panic: NSFW: Jason or Dick just ready to eat pussy until you can't take anymore. (Jason obviously :D)

Warnings: SMUT MDNI, body insecurities, a bit of daddy issues, a bit of abuse on Jay's part if you squint.

A/N: been a while since I wrote smut, so forgive me if I'm out of practice :D

***

It’s been weeks.

Literal weeks since he touched her.

Before she met him, and when nothing was happening in the sex/love department she wouldn’t even bat an eye and would move on, ignoring the deeply hidden urges of her body, but things has changed.

The first time with him (her first time ever), with his hands on her body, his lips on her skin, moving in all the hidden places she didn’t even know existed and craved for physical affection, unlocked something in her.

And ever since she wanted more.

Greedy little girl, but can you blame her given the fact Jason knew exactly what he was doing bringing her immense pleasure, leaving her gasping and panting with his name on her sweet soft lips.

She needed more.

Not necessarily going full on, but anything.

One touch, simple kiss, gentle caress of calloused fingers on her sensitive skin…

Anything to get that sensation of being loved and craved, of feeling so close to him. Like he belonged to her and no one else.

Pretty much she turned into a giant teddy bear, wanting to be squeezed and held and hugged and wrapped in his strong arms.

Finally getting everything she didn’t have in her childhood from her forever absent, emotionally neglecting father. Care, love, affection.

Daddy issues? Maybe, but she didn’t care, purposefully forgetting the fact that she was in a relationship with a man who were absent more often than not, repeating the scheme.

It was not the same.

He loved her. And she loved him.

And she needed him.

IT WAS NOT THE SAME.

She kept on repeating that one sentence, lying awake in bed, alone, in the middle of the night, her crazy mind whispering words of doubts and uncertainty, producing crazy scenarios and making her overthinking pretty much everything that happened in the last ten years. Questioning herself and their relationship starting from day one.

IT WAS NOT THE SAME

NOT THE SAME

And she was going to prove it. To herself. To him. To the whole world. To her stupid absent father that left her and her mother when she was little girl, even if it was crazy.

She was going to make a statement the second Jason would cross the threshold of their shared apartment.

Feeling like a complete fool, but with a strong resolve to take some action she jumped out of bed and rushed to the dresser, opening the top drawer and throwing every little piece of clothing on the floor until she reached something carefully hidden at the bottom.

Very expensive and very revealing lingerie set, she bought on impulse while browsing internet. Hitting all the wrong sites that made her believe that a girl can only be loved when she was skinny and seductive. That having a little bit of junk, belly and bum automatically excluded from the group of people deserving love. That the only way to have some action was to reveal sexy, toned body.

Which she didn’t have.

The first time she wore the red lacy set and saw her reflection in the mirror tears started flowing down her cheeks, self-hatred stimming under the surface threatening to overflow.

Stupid little girl who decided she was too common to wear something so sexy.

But things has changed. She has changed. Their relationship has evolved and it was the time to try something new and gauge Jason’s reaction.

So she wore it for the first time ever, putting on a brave face.

***

A few hours later Jason was dragging himself home, tired, but miraculously not injured. Wanting nothing more than to fall on the bed next to Y/N and hold her close for whatever rest of the night was left.

His beacon of light in the darkness as cliché as it sounded.

Jason knew the words of poets, being able to recite them on call, but truth was that once he fell for her, none of them seemed even close to the truth and depth of his own feelings. Not even the most beautiful poem conveyed how she made him feel.

And just a single thought of her made him smile, forcing to pick up the pace to have even few more minutes in her presence with her body fitting so well with his. With her soul merging with his.

And he thought he was in love before, never realizing what it truly meant.

Not before her.

And he smiled to himself

***

She was waiting for him and it was not so shocking.

But the sight of her in the set that was definitely bought in Agent Provocateur, with her legs crossed sitting in the armchair with a glass of wine and thick hair swept on one side?

Jaw dropping.

Banishing fatigue in an instant.

Blood boiling.

Making his legs root to the ground, hands tremble and pants becoming tight in an instant.

She was perfect. Prefect and all for him, but he needed to proceed carefully to not let his own desire take full control and – god forbid – hurt her in process.

“Y/N” he cleared his throat taking off the shoes and stepping closer with a signature smirk that has never before took so much energy to be maintained.

“Hello Jason.” She smiled innocently “how was your patrol?”

“Uneventful.”

“So you don’t need me patching you up tonight?”

If it meant he could have her undressing him and putting her hands on his body he would lie and pretend he was dying and needing kisses in all the places.

“Nah. Not really. Like I said, I’m fine.”

“Well then, I suppose I can go back to bed.” Y/N stood up stretching her back to expose a little bit more of her breasts (still feeling a little bit weird, but getting quite content with the look in his eyes and satisfied with the way they were darting around).

“Yeah, good night Y/N.”

“Night Jay.”

“Goodnight…” he said again unable to stop looking at her.

“You already said it…”

“Yeah I just wanted to repeat it.”

“So you did.“ she took a step towards him

“I did.” He whispered closing the distance even more wanting nothing more that to touch her body that was almost shining in the room lit only by the lights from the outside. His hot breath hit her face when he was fighting the urge to not let her win.

“Goodnight Jason…” she said again, shivering a little from the closeness.

“Hm.”

“Something wrong?” she muttered not missing the way his voice dropped an octave turning into that deep growl that made her legs tremble. Every other minute of this little game she was gaining more power while Jason was loosing his mind.

“Are you trying to seduce me?” he groaned

“Where did you get that idea?”

“Just needed to make sure you know I’m not in the mood for your little games.”

“Oh.” She gasped, a little hurt. At least until she noticed the tent in his pants and cried out internally feeling the sense of victory “I know you’re spent” she rubbed his cheek “I would never do anything to overload you—”

“Go to sleep.” He hissed pulling away from her.

“Jay-“

“I said go to bed!” he yelled “Go to bed before I won’t be able to control myself anymore and-“

“Shit!” Y/N cried out in response lunging forward and kissing him, loosing the war of nerves and not giving a fuck about it.

And when his arms circled around her waist, grabbing the back of her thighs, lifting her up and wrapping her legs around his waist nothing mattered anymore.

“Tell me you want it.” His lips brushed over her jaw, nibbling on the sensitive spot behind her ear and tracing lower, down her neck.

“Tell me you want it.” Her legs and arms tightened on him, head tilting automatically to give him more access.

“What do you think princess?”

It took him three strides to get into bedroom and gently lay her down, climbing on top of her body, kissing every inch of her skin, not covered by the lingerie. Planting soft kisses on her neck, hooking fingers under the straps of her lacy bra and sliding them down her sensitive arms, inhaling her scent heading towards her cleavage, biting softly on the tops of her breasts while simultaneously cupping them through the material and squeezing gently. Getting the exact reaction he wanted in the form of quiet whimpers, calling of his name and nimble fingers in his hair.

“How expensive was it?” he muttered against her skin, lips still attached to her chest, moving his touch lower, sliding fingers up her legs, spreading them in the process, brushing his growing erection over her clothed core.

“Very expensive….”

“Is that something that should stop me?” he breathed out cupping her most sensitive part and running fingers there. “You’re already so wet, aren’t you?”

“Uh-huh….” She arched her back to him getting ready to be freed from her confinement and having her lingerie torn to pieces in one gesture.

However, Jason did something unexpected. Instead of baring her, he traced his lips lower.

Below her breast.

Over her ribs.

Kissing and brushing over the curve of her waist.

Licking her belly button.

Putting hands on the string of her panties.

Sliding them down, painfully, inch by inch, delighting in the goosbumps that covered her legs and the tremble of her limbs.

Making it extremely obvious of his intention.

“Jay-!”

“shh…” he nuzzled nose over her most intimate part inhaling the scent of her arousal “you wanted this you little minx, didn’t you?”

“I thought-“

“Oh, come on, baby.” He licked her clit once for a little bit of teasing before pulling back to look up into her eyes from between her legs. “you wore a lingerie. Which can only mean you wanted something new. Something to spice things up. Just admit it.”

“Uh-huh! Yes, yes, I wanted-“

The sentence was cut out abruptly by the sound of pleasure when he started fully sucking at her clit, waking up the volcano inside her.

“Jay!”

“That’s right love, scream my name…” he hummed, the words a little muffled by the way he was devouring her core.

“Fuck!” she pulled at his hair.

“I’m gonna eat you out so good…”

“Jason!”

He chuckled softly finding a way inside her wet core, pulling his tongue in getting the shivers, nails on his scalp, calls of his name, praises and encouragement to keep going.

“Fuck, you taste amazing.” He lapped at her juices like a starving man on the death row, enjoying his last meal. To say the whole truth he could die just like that, between her legs, sipping on her sweet nectar. “Should have done it so long ago…”

“JASON!”

“You gonna cum for me baby? Cum on my tongue?”

“PLEASE!”

“Please what?” he teased continuing the sweet assault, going deeper, harder and faster.

“MAKE ME-!” she moaned arching her back, instinctively placing her hand on her clit ready to make it faster.

“nope.” He grabbed her wrist and pin it by her side “it’s mine.” The deep animalistic voice coming from him made her shudder and buckle her hips. “Down, princess.” His other hand moved to her hip holding her down.

“please!! Please! Please!”

There. He won. Turning her into babbling mess underneath him.

Sliding a little bit up her body, so her legs ended up on his shoulders, resuming and picking up the pace, making it almost brutal, swirling his tongue, humming in appreciation, hitting just the right spot at the right angle every time, ready to go like this forever until she comes.

And long after.

Her cried and her taste when she came did not much to stop him. He was addicted, unable to peel himself from her core, rutting his own hips on the bed.

More, more, more…

Pussy drunk.

Squirt addict.

Ignoring the desperate whimpers of sensitivity and words that made no sense, gibberishing about too much. He was only just starting, focused on his own pleasure rather than hers.

“Mine.” The grip on her hips was bruising, iron-like, when he lost control and sense of his own power. “Mine. Mine.”

“mh..Jay.. J-Jay…”

“Mine…” he groaned again, licking and sucking her dry, not allowing one single drop of her juice to go to waste.

And she knew there was no way to stop him until he was fully satisfied.

And that she wouldn’t be able to walk straight next day.

And this was sure as hell not the same as anything she was used to.

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