#jason todd x afab reader
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blue chicago (final chap. of sweet home chicago)
Chapters 1 and 2 here
Rating: 18+ (minors will be banned into the shadow realm)
Warnings: oral sex, vaginal sex, praise kink, jason is gentle ig
Summary: continuation of y/n and Jason’s first date. Jason wants to figure out where their relationship, if any, continues after his return to Gotham
Y/n ordered an uber for the couple, holding their phone in their hand and preemptively checking the plates and model of the vehicle to ensure their safety. “There’s a killer in Chicago right now, y’know. I might not be their demographic, but you probably are.”
Jason cocked his head in confusion. “I think I can manage.” he commented with a naive grin, reminiscing on the last time he caused a mob boss in Bludhaven to fall to his knees.
As they packed into the Fiat (for Jason, like a sardine, as he had to tuck his legs in order to fit even remotely comfortably), y/n began to point out different landmarks and their history.
“So you’ve been here a while I take it?”
Y/n took their eyes from the passing buildings, old and new, to look directly at Jason. Under the fleeing lights that escaped their view, y/n could make out his curiosity for them, his hazel eyes more gray than blue. “Long enough to know that there’s a killer that the CPD refuses to acknowledge, and that you always lock your doors after eight-thirty.” Y/n sighed, Jason’s gaze growing in intensity, so much that y/n had to look away. “I’ve never been to Gotham. Heard that their crime puts mine to shame.”
Jason let out a tired laugh. “Yeah, that’s about the only thing we really excel at.” he cleared his throat and glanced at the driver, whose eyes were narrowed at the traffic ahead, before he continued. “I mean, I can show you around sometime, if you ever want to take a vacation and see… I dunno, something.”
“So you don’t like it much?” Y/n moved their knees to face Jason, relaxing their shoulders on the back rest of the seat.
Jason shook his head. “To be honest, it’s home. Kinda like that weirdly toxic ex you keep coming back to, y’know?” Y/n rolled their eyes and nodded. “I’ve been to a few cities, including this one, and Gotham just feels comfortable to me. There isn’t much except the vigilantes in muscle suits, but I guess it gives the town some flavor.”
“I’ve been curious about the bat. I’m sure that’s gotta be some scary shit. Have you ever seen him?”
“Uhm,” Jason searched for an appropriate response without blowing his identity or his adoptive father’s. “Everyone who reads the newspaper or watches the news really knows what he looks like, but I can’t say for certain that I agree with his methodology.”
Y/n crept closer, scooting in their seat. “Methodology?” they repeated, running their fingers through their curls.
“Yeah, he…” Jason kissed his teeth in frustration, his visible disapproval enough to shift the mood in the compact vehicle, “he captures these guys, and some of them are really fucked up, and he just…lets them go to the police.”
Y/n rolled their eyes again, their demur matching Jason’s. “Then they get released, right? Because I’m almost certain that Gotham PD isn’t much better than Chicago’s.”
Nodding slowly, Jason’s hair mildly swayed with his head shaking. The way the strands fell out of place seemed right for him, y/n noted to themself. “There are a few places that I could take you to, if you were to, y’know, want to see a man dressed up as a flying mammal.” He interlocked his fingers, and y/n noticed a miniscule scar on the middle finger of his right hand that crawled up to the cuff of his shirt. When Jason followed y/n’s eyes, he withdrew his hands and crossed his arms. “There’s a bakery right in downtown, and a nice school there if you want to check out their law library.”
He smiled at y/n, who was still stuck on the scars - where did they come from? Why is he hesitant about them? Y/n wondered, their questions on the horizon, but not quite washed up to the shore of their tongue. “You really want me to check out this lawless town of yours, huh?”
“Well, I mean,” heat rose to Jason’s cheeks, “if you’re interested, I surely wouldn’t want you walking around alone, y’know? Some of those crooks take advantage of out-of-towners, and I think that you might-”
“Stick out like a sore thumb?” y/n finished, catching Jason in his words. “For a first date, you’re certainly charming with your words.”
Jason rubbed the back of his neck, opening his mouth to begin speaking before the uber driver abruptly announced their arrival. He wondered if the driver was used to the banter, and after y/n exited the tiny backseat, the driver muttered a quick, “You two have fun now,” to Jason, while giving him a knowing grin.
Fixing their outfit, y/n waited for Jason as they entered their key code (using their free hand to cup the dials to maintain some sort of confidentiality) and opened the door once they gained entry. “You ready?” Y/n stated as more of a precautionary word as opposed to a question. It drew Jason’s eyes from y/n’s wide hips to the building itself.
The building was…a building, and Jason was almost upset that someone like y/n could live in a building with a malfunctioning fire escape, several boarded up windows, and gaps in the brickwork that tested the integrity of the structure. He blinked back a frown. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”
Once they entered, Jason felt the hairs on his neck raise in caution. From his upbringing, he knew to take heed of whomever he passed in places like these, and he kept his lips screwed together while his eyes darted to the source of his uneasiness: first, he noticed the flickering, buzzing fluorescent light in the lobby, its cold lighting shining (but dimmed); then, the water damage along the tiled ceiling, with accompanying stains on the corners where the wall met the ceiling, and darker, deeper stains - presumably blood - that sprayed along the lower walls and onto the ground; the lobby desk was empty, devoid of life of any kind, and before y/n called his name from the shabby elevator, Jason could almost make out a tiny inscription carved on the bottommost shelf on the abandoned desk, one that nearly reminded him of…
His thoughts rummaged as he multitasked the date with detective work. He reminded himself of Dick’s warning, ‘Enjoy yourself here, man. Don’t think about work for a bit.’, but one thing Bruce taught Jason was to trust his intuition. After they stepped off from the elevator, which creaked with every shift of weight, Jason followed y/n closely behind, keeping his hand over his right hip, where he stored his trusty blade. His eyes flickered behind him suspiciously, watching over his shoulder for whatever threat may expose themselves to him, and after they entered y/n’s home, Jason still refused to shake off the anxiety he felt.
“I know it’s not the Four Seasons,” y/n began, their tone derisive and self-depreciating, “but it’s my place for right now. And it’s actually nice that I get to learn how to repair things on my own since my landlord is pretty much MIA.”
Jason motioned to his shoes, to which y/n pointed their head to the thinly-wired shoe rack. He placed them there gingerly before returning his attention to y/n. “If you feel safe, and it’s not causing you any respiratory infections with the obvious mold growing in the walls of the hall alone, then I can’t really disagree with you much there.”
The overcoat Jason wore flounced with every motion, and it drove y/n mad, wanting to see what was underneath the layers. They were torn between the slow inspection, or the rapid peeling of clothes. Instead, they sat on the loveseat, their sweater dress hiking up their thighs enough to allow Jason to see where their legs met, the cavernous… “Wanna sit next to me?” Y/n offered, satisfied with Jason’s flustered reaction.
“Yeah, yeah, that’s fine.” he scrambled awkwardly, seating himself next to y/n, and concentrating on anything other than how he wanted to feel how y/n’s skin was underneath the leggings. He placed the plastic tins of cupcakes beside them, and as he settled himself onto the fabric of the couch, he felt his heart race. “So uhm, y/n, I just wanted to say I’ve had a really good time-”
Before Jason could finish his statement, y/n reached over and pulled him into a kiss, their hands instantly wrapping around the back of his neck. Jason’s hands grabbed y/n’s cheeks, holding their face in his hands as he inhaled sharply through his nose. He felt y/n’s fingers snaking into his hair, massaging them lightly as their tongue found its way to Jason’s mouth, deepening the kiss.
Y/n moved to sit on Jason’s lap, stradling it as their legs held his hips tightly. They broke the kiss after a few moments, staring straight at Jason, whose stormy gray and green were swallowed by his pupils. “Do you want this?”
Jason only managed a nod, finding his voice. “Y-yes. Yes I do.” he swallowed, and y/n bit their lip at the way Jason’s Adam's apple bobbed. Pulling their dress over their head, Jason only caught a glimpse of y/n’s skin, soft and peaks supple, before y/n pulled him into a deeper, hungrier kiss.
Y/n felt how hard Jason was becoming under them, and they began to grind their hips down, causing both of them to moan into the kiss. Y/n broke the kiss again, this time to relish in Jason’s quiet noises as he unraveled into a desperate, starved mess. Meanwhile, Jason’s eyes couldn’t pick a place to stay, and they wandered from y/n’s wide waist, up to the maroon racerback bra that they wore, the tops of their breasts calling out to Jason to be touched.
His hands were delayed in reacting, so it took a minute before he allowed himself to cup y/n’s breasts underneath the bra. He wrapped his arms around their waist to unclip the bra, removing it and sitting up to close their mouth on one of y/n’s hardened buds.
“Jesus, I should’ve known you were good with your tongue by the way you eat.” they breathed, arching their back in desperation. Their hips continued to circle against Jason’s clothed erection, but they snuck their hand under their leggings to rub their clit, a frantic attempt to relieve their tension.
The sight drove Jason’s hips to buck up, taking his bottom lip between his teeth to stifle a groan. “Fuck, I’ll do anything.” he was disgusted by how he pled to y/n, his guard quickly relenting to the depths of desire he previously compartmentalized. Y/n moaned in response, their head falling back as they continued to rub their clit underneath their leggings.
Jason debated watching y/n come loose, but his carnal instincts spoke louder to him, and he wanted to be the one to lead y/n to their climax. Without another word, Jason picked y/n up by the hips and placed them on the loveseat, falling to his knees on the wood floor before y/n as he hooked his fingers into the sides of their leggings and pulled them from y/n’s legs in a swift motion.
“Jason, I-” y/n interrupted their own words with a moan as they felt Jason’s breath hot against their core, and they looked down at him.
“Before I continue,” he began, eyes dark with lust, “do you want this?” It was y/n’s turn to be speechless, nodding impatiently as a nervous chuckle left their throat. “Good.” Jason mumbled before dipping his head again, their tongue brushing against y/n’s heat. He watched every movement y/n made, and how their hips rose in tune with their filthy noises. In his heart, he knew this was fast, maybe too fast for him to comprehend, but his heart was quieter than a mouse, and all he searched for in his strokes was for y/n’s release.
He threw a leg over one of his broad shoulders, pressing his tongue deeper against y/n’s core as he continued, his fingers sprawled on y/n’s thighs. He groaned every time y/n cursed, the sin as sweet as a prayer. “Fuck,” y/n gasped, their peak rapidly approaching. “Keep going, Jason, please.” the pleas were dripping with masochistic torment, as he was steadily keeping y/n close to their orgasm, but not quite letting them taste bliss yet.
“With pleasure.” Jason muttered under his breath before he obeyed y/n’s wishes, eyeing them as he watched their jaw drop and profanities spill from their lips. He allowed y/n to ride his face, and while they came down from their high, Jason unbuttoned his slacks and began twisting his wrist, stroking his own cock at the sight of his date in a state of ecstasy.
After catching their breath, y/n noticed Jason’s fierce stare before their eyes moved to his cock. “What are you waiting for?” Their eyebrow cocked in jest.
Jason looked down, embarrassed to admit. “I didn’t think…I don’t have a condom, I’m sorry.”
“You clean?” Jason nodded. “Me too.”
Jason stopped stroking himself, palms resting on his thighs. “Aren’t you afraid of getting pregnant?”
Y/n shook their head. “IUD. Makes periods painful, but at least I don’t have to take a pill or anything like that.” They observed Jason’s expression soften, his anxiety lingering. “If you’re not comfortable, we don’t need to do anything tonight.”
The comment was what Jason needed to allow the remaining weariness to fall from his skin. He stood and shimmied the slacks off from himself, tossing them aside before he pulled y/n to their feet and into a kiss. Y/n immediately brought their hands back to Jason’s hair, tugging delicately to evoke a response from the tall man.
It worked. “Shit.” Jason hissed into the kiss, “Gotta have you.”
Before y/n could process the admission of desire, they felt Jason’s hands on their bare ass, lifting them up from the ground. Y/n wrapped their legs around Jason’s waist with a tight grip, and felt the cold air of the wall against their back. Jason had them pinned, and was impressed with how seamlessly he was able to carry their weight. “Fuck me, please.” Y/n knew it was the word to use if they wanted anything from Jason - at this rate, Jason would give y/n the world with the simple word.
Jason obliged, using a free hand to guide his cock into y/n, groaning at the warm, inviting velvet pulling him in. He rested his forehead against y/n’s, staring at them as he rocked his hips slowly, deeply. With y/n pinned against the wall, their legs around Jason, he was able to move a hand to their breast, thumbing their nipple as he thrusted.
He listened with keen ears to the overt sounds of pleasure that emitted from y/n. He was already so close, despite being in y/n for such little time, and it reflected in how poorly he was able to keep a steady pace, faltering each time y/n clenched around him.
“I’m gonna- y/n, I’m close.” Jason choked out, eyes still fixated on y/n’s.
Y/n interlocked their ankles behind Jason’s back, pulling him in deeper. They again tugged at Jason’s hair, harder this time, and whined, “Not yet. Please, not yet. You feel so good.”
Jason’s hands moved to y/n’s hips, gripping them tightly as he wound his hips up and thrusted harder into y/n, his positioning precisely hitting y/n at a spot that made them curse loudly.
Jason buried his head in y/n’s shoulder, unable to filter out the obscene noises that left his mouth with every move. He was in agony, such deep pleasure that it hurt, but he would be damned if he didn’t want to strip another climax from y/n.
He snaked a hand between him and y/n, lazily circling their sensitive clit, and returned his eyes to y/n’s face as their body twitched, quickly reaching their orgasm. Jason watched with intent, but continued his speed, the room filling with salacious sounds from either of them.
“Holy shit,” Jason choked out, voice lower than before, “Fuck, y/n.” his eyes finally shut, mouth falling open as he found release, letting out a strangled moan as his hips stilled.
Gently lowering y/n back onto their feet, Jason ushered to the box of tissues, pulling out a couple to clean y/n off, then himself.
Y/n hummed as he cleaned them gingerly on the loveseat, their eyes slowly blinking before finally falling to rest. After Jason disposed of the used tissues, he laid his eyes on the slumbering y/n, careful in his movements as not to wake them, and he used his coat as a blanket.
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Sunday evening
“Tim.” Dick admonished, repercussions sharp on his tongue. “Stop teasing your brother.”
Tim shrugged before locking his hands behind his head, resting on the armchair of the living room. “Who cares? Guy seems a bit chipper now.”
Jason was. After his date with y/n, he waited for them to wake up - which took nearly all night - and took y/n out for breakfast. They agreed to keep in touch (something Tim and Dick overheard while he was on the phone with y/n), and had his face buried in his phone since.
They were about to check out from the hotel (not quite at the time they planned, but with revisions and planning from the concierge), and Jason was slightly less threatening than usual.
Their trip back to Gotham was dreadful - their flight was delayed, and they had to land in Pennsylvania due to a rapidly approaching storm.
Yet Jason remained hopeful, even when greeted by the passive aggressive Bruce Wayne back at Wayne Manor. He caught wind of their antics and was displeased, but was hushed by a sympathetic Dick when he informed his adoptive father that Jason found someone.
“So…” Bruce lingered in the doorway of Jason’s room for long enough to stir discomfort in the young man. “Do you have any interest in bringing this person over, maybe for the holidays?”
Jason sighed on his bed, rolling his eyes. “Y/n’s coming out in a week. Don’t…tell anyone, though.”
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Jason gets so pussydrunk and it doesn’t take much at all. Like you’re talking to him while sitting down in a dress. You don’t think anything of it, you’re just getting more comfortable, so you open your legs. His gaze drops as your legs uncross and his eyes never leave you. His face goes bright red. Without warning, he rushes forward and falls to his knees. He thumbs at the seams of your underwear. “Please.” When you nod your head, he tugs them down your legs reverently. He kisses all over your thighs, leaving you speechless. Unacceptable. “Keep talking, baby. I wanna hear your voice. I need it.” His voice is whiny and he makes no move to hide it. His kisses trail closer and closer to where you want him, but right before he gets there, you lace your fingers through his hair and tug him back, making him let out a sound that you wish you had recorded. He needs to beg for it. You can see the thought click in his clouded eyes. Despite not having touched your pussy yet, he’s breathless. “I’ll be good. I’ll be so good. Please. I’ll be so good for you.” You push his face into your cunt and you can feel the vibrations of his moan, you take it as an excuse to grind into his face. Call him your slut, he'd like it.
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jason todd || stake outs, they never really... work
i.e. jason peter todd brain rot hit my brain in the middle of the night when i had an assignment to complete (the assignment was never completed) with this song on REPEAT.
warning: this fic was an oc insert, the only thing changed was the name (or lack of... i suppose) !!!
afab!reader, she/her reader, reader has unnamed boyfriend, reader cheats on said unnamed boyfriend, a lot of f bombs, this is unfinished, stops just when they bouta...
“I didn’t know your eyes were so green,” she mumbled, almost incoherently as her nail graced his cheekbone like it never left, “Like… Deep green.”
Jason doesn’t need a mirror to know his ears are already doing the thing where they’re all flushed, he can feel in the way his breaths stop at that point in his throat, feel it in the way his heart starts stuttering against her hand on his chest. Fuck.
He fidgets underneath her, hands flat on the floor of his van as he tries to sit up, “They’re not— Well sometimes they are… Just… Could you get off me? ... Please?”
Her eyes flicker (and God he wished he didn’t notice the way they wander his body to his lips) before her hand leaves his chest, her nail stopping its movements, and she's sat with her knees to her chin. With a groan, she rests her chin on her knees, quickly replacing it with their forehead when she groans even louder.
Jason chuckles, glad to have his space again but somehow missing the flush of his ears. Fuck. His stupid revived brain cannot be doing this right now. Not on a stake out, not on a stake out with his best friend, not on a stake out with his best friend who just so happens to have a boyfriend of a couple months— Yeah… That’s fucked.
A silence wafts through them, and they both wonder if the other can tell there’s something more in the silence than just that, than just silence.
She shivers at the very thought, shuffling away to one of the computers of the van. Jason stills, finding the back of the van suddenly extremely comfortable as he watches her hands type away. He watches her every move, the way only the slightest movement of her hair falling to her face would irk her off and she’d tuck it back into the back of her ear just as quick as it moved, the way her bottom lips insides were bitten as she examined whatever was on that monitor, the way her eyes flicked from the monitor to Jason— Oh.
“What?” She mumbled. Odd, he realised, she never really mumbled around him before— Not when they were kids, teens, after his revival, not after anything. She was always so…. Snarky.
He clears his throat in hopes it’d clear his mind too, “Nothing, nothing—” he curses at his awkward responses, he was never like this around her before either— “Just lost in thought.”
She nodded, understanding as always, quiet as never.
“Jason…” his heart jumped to his throat at the sound of her voice merely uttering the two syllables that made up his name, “Do you wanna pass some time with me?”
His mind started rushing and his blood started squeezing around his veins at obscure speeds, down, down, down. He let out his second and hopefully last awkward chuckle, “Like a game of ‘I Spy?’?”
They used to play that all the time back in detention whenever Prof. Duong started nodding off to dream lands far far away from that dumb school for the troubled. But Jason guessed they weren’t back at detention, guessed they weren’t really kids anymore when she started to inch closer to him than ever.
He tried his best to look everywhere but her, in hopes his hands didn’t jump at the chance to grab her waist and just have her as near as possible— But of course, as always, he failed. And all of a sudden his eyes couldn’t leave the two piercings that sat symmetrically on her bottom lip— and his thoughts couldn’t leave the mere feel of them against his lips alone.
“No, birdie wonder,” she made herself at home between his legs, on her knees as she leaned in closer and closer. She hadn’t changed her perfume since before his death, he realised when she was just a couple of inches away, “Something more… Grown up?”
The only thing keeping him grounded, keeping him from absolutely taking her in with all his soul, was the two necklaces that were clasped onto her neck. His mothers necklace, and a newer one— A silver heart-shaped locket engraved with the lettering ‘K’.
His hand comes up to fiddle with it, “Hm… Do you think ‘K’ would approve of this?”
That stalls her, just for a bit, just for a small stutter of her heart. All until her hands leave his chest— and he starts wishing he never said anything about no stupid ‘K’— and goes behind her neck to unclasp the poor thing.
She slides it to the other side of the van, “Fuck it.”
The very moment she turns around, he knows how those piercings feel against his lips— Right.
His thumb caresses her cheekbone as he leads their kiss down so that she’s on the floor of the van. His knee comes up and slots easily between her legs as he’s met with the surprise that she’s got a piercing in her tongue as well. He shivers down into a small groan against her lips, his other hand sliding up her shirt and tracing the line of her bra.
She whimpers into his lips and he wishes he could let that consume all of him forever, keep that exact moment engraved in his brain as the feeling of her reverberates across his very soul. He wonders if ‘K’’s ever felt that exact same whimper on his lips, and wonders if he even took care of her like Jason could.
His kisses grew hotter yet languid in the way of savouring every moment their lips touched, he starts to kiss down from her lips, down to the expanse of her neck where he held himself back on leaving any mark of some sort, down to her collar bone where he left the smallest of nips that made the smallest of moans leave her shaky lips.
He looks at her through the gaps of his lashes, the way her eyebrows furrowed and her lips trembled at just his teasing knee and a couple nibs and kisses. He grew hot. And bothered. Very bothered.
But before he could do any more than just that he huffs as he spoke out to her, “Are you sure...? Are you so sure this is what you want? ... With me?”
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Still Wanna Play?
jason todd x afab!reader
aka jason puts you back in your place
warnings: explicit sexual content (18+), soft!dom jason, (attempted) soft!dom reader
When Jason returned from patrol last night you were in a mood. The second he walked in your bedroom you’d given him those eyes, those sweet, wide eyes. The ones that let him know you want him to do whatever he wants to you, as long as he does something.
He’d settled on pinning your wrists to your stomach and holding them there as he ate you out, only breaking away to tease you about how desperate you were for him to take care of you.
And you were, to be fair.
But now, as you lay in bed next to him hours later, your mind starts to drift into what-if territory. But not your usual, worst-case scenarios. Something new. Something…interesting.
What if he was that desperate for you to take care of him? Would he even let you push him that far?
You’d never really tried to reverse your roles—you’ve been on top plenty, but always with his hands around you, controlling your pace or his words of direction.
But you really wanted to know.
You turn your body to fully face him, making quick work of removing his book from his hands and setting it open on the bedside table.
Your proximity returns quickly, nustling up against his side, placing scattered kisses along his bicep.
“What’re you doing, sweetheart?”
“Nothin’, Jay. Just wanna be close to you.”
He hums, skeptical. You’re not usually so forward with initiating, especially after you’ve already had your fun that night.
You shift up onto your knees, climbing across him to sit on his lap.
He grabs your waist and you break away from your stream of kisses. You place your hands on his wrists, though barely able to wrap them halfway around, moving his hands off of you.
He looks at you funny, unsure of what exactly you’re going for here. You guide his hands down to the bed, pressing down on them lightly before returning your touch to the sides of his face.
You lean further into the kiss, forcing him to lay back on the bed.
He pushes himself up on his elbows and moves a hand up to find your body again. You move it back down by his side again, not halting your kiss this time.
He pulls back from the kiss and looks up at you, studying you.
“What are you playing at?”
You smile, shaking your head lightly, “Just wanna play.”
You start to roll your hips on him, making him groan. He starts to shift under you again and you nip a light bite on his neck that makes him still.
“Ah.” He clicks his tongue, “You wanna be in charge? Is that it?”
You pull back to meet his eyes and. nod, your lack of vocalization not helping your mission. Still though, he’s not making any moves to take over.
“Think you can do it? It’s a big job, baby.”
You nod your head quickly. “I can, Jay.” You assert. “I will.”
He tilts his head at you, smiling. “Alright then, sweetheart. Go ahead.”
This feels like a trap. Maybe it is, but you’ll be damned if you’re not going to jump at the opportunity.
In any case, you lay your body fully on top of his and trail kisses across his collar, starting to leave bruises in your wake.
You take his wrists in your hands once again, this time moving them up to pin them beside his head. Now you know he’s just letting you play your game, if not just to see where it goes. Frankly, you’re surprised he’s let you go this far.
It’s a bit silly though, you have to imagine. You, holding down this massive man by his wrists, as if anything you did could do anything to stop him from moving if he wanted to.
You continue to nip at his neck, making sure to pay extra attention where you know he’s sensitive.
He makes a low sound in his throat, something that sounds close to a warning.
“It’s alright, baby. Don’t gotta be so tough all the time.”
The look he gives you lets you know he’s biting his tongue, giving you your chance to play man-in-charge. And you are just playing, really. You don’t know it yet, but he sure as hell does.
“I know it’s hard, but you can let me take care of you for a change, can’t you?”
You start to grind down on him, earning you a low exhale from him. But you want more.
You relax your grip on his wrists and rub soothing circles on his palm, nuzzling your face further into his neck.
It’s enough to make him relax under you, which for him, is a clear sign in him placing his trust in you here. It’s what you’ve been waiting for.
“That’s my boy.” You whisper, kissing his forehead. It’s half condescending, half true to what you know he likes. He loves it when you call him yours, it makes him shut right up and go all heart eyes on you.
You’re basically making out with the sweet spot under his jaw as you move your hips back and forth over his growing hard-on.
With the way his wrists keep flinching under your hand, you can tell that he’s having a hard time keeping his hands to himself. Usually when you ride him, he’s all over you, hands caressing your body everywhere he can reach.
If you weren’t testing the limits so much here, you’d reward him for listening to you so well, but you’re not about to bide your time under these circumstances.
You lift up your hips and pull down on his boxers, freeing his length. You don’t do anything yet though, simply ghosting your lips across his cheek.
“Baby…” he groans, but this one’s less of a warning, closer to a plea. Okay, we’re making progress.
You sink down onto him slowly, adjusting to his size proving to be no easy feat from this angle.
He closes his eyes and bites the inside of his cheek as you lower yourself, inch by inch.
Admittedly, this is a lot easier when he’s kissing you and touching you and exactly where you need him, whispering in your ear how good you’re doing for him, what a good girl you’re—no. No. You can do this on your own. You can do this for both of you.
He finally bottoms out and you’re able to begin moving your hips up and down, up and down.
And you try. You really do try, but he’s just so big and even when he’s helping you (which he pointedly is not), riding him is a difficult task.
On a good day it’ll take you out of commission for walking for at least the next few days. Now, you’re not even five minutes in and you can already tell it’s going to be at least a week. Maybe you should’ve waited to do this on a night when he hadn’t already made you come three times with his tongue.
You put your weight into holding his wrists down, hoping it’ll help you gain some traction. It doesn’t do much.
It’s a big job, he said. At the time, you may have been a little idealistic about how this was going to play out. Though, were you even the one who decided to ride him, or did he put you on top? You struggle to pull back the memory now, your body giving the choice of movement or thinking—you can’t have both. Movement it is.
It’s not long before your thighs start to burn and you have to battle just to hold yourself upright. The movement you are able to make just isn’t enough. You can’t go fast enough or take as much of him as you want on each bounce. Though at this point, ‘bounce’ is generous.
Jason’s smile just grows the whole time he watches you struggle, eyes roaming shamelessly up and down your body.
“Aw, poor thing. Can’t do it?” He asks, hand coming up to stroke small circles on your hip with his thumb. This time you don’t stop him—you can’t.
“Jay…” You whine, not ready to endure his teasing. Too bad.
“What, hm? What d’you want? You’re the one in charge sweetheart, do it yourself.”
How the hell did he manage to flip this around? Actually, if you were thinking more clearly right now you’d realize that you never really managed to reverse your original roles at all.
You move your hands to lay flat on top of his chest, a position that isn’t doing you any more favors than the last one.
You throw your head back in frustration, movements halting.
“Not so easy, huh?”
You pout down at him, brows furrowed. He smiles wider and sits up all the way, giving you a sweet kiss. Okay good, he’s going to be nice about this. You hope.
His hand comes up to comb the hair out of your face, forehead resting against yours.
“Tell me what I want to hear.” He whispers.
Oh. You don’t want to. Not after all that game you talked.
You shut your eyes. “Mm…”
“Can’t hear you, baby. Speak up.” He pinches your waist for emphasis.
What are the odds he ever lets you live this down if you give in? What are the odds of him letting you finish if you don’t say it?
Cost. Benefit. Cost. Benefit. Cost…benefit…
Fine.
“You’re in charge.” You mumble defeated, but still making sure to be clear enough that he won’t make you repeat it. Though that’s never a guarantee.
“Oh yeah?”
You open your eyes and meet his teasing gaze through a lowered brow, willing him to go easy on you.
“That’s alright, baby. I can take things over for you.” He says sweetly, kissing the side of your head before pulling out of you.
You gawk at the sudden emptiness in you and move to complain before he flips you on your back, head hitting the pillow with a light thud.
He takes hold of your wrists this time, raising them above your head, pinning them together with one hand.
He uses his other hand to caress up your side, up to the underside of your breast, brushing his thumb back and forth.
“Thought you were my good girl, hm? What happened?”
You stare up at him, not quite able to formulate an answer and not quite sure if he wants an answer.
“Don’t wanna be my good girl anymore? That it?” He asks, brow furrowed with a light pout on his lips.
You shake your head fervently, you do, you really do. You are.
“No, I just—”
“Just wanted to play? Yeah, I remember.”
He lets his hand drift back down your side, dipping past your waist. His knuckles ghost over your clit, not kind enough to grant you any pressure. The teasing brush makes you whine and squirm.
“How ‘bout now, baby? You still wanna play games?”
His hand brushes past again, slower.
“Answer me.”
“No, I’m done. I’m done. Please, Jay…”
“Please, Jay…” he mimics, a small smile playing on his lips. “You’re lucky you’re so cute.”
He positions himself at your core, sliding back into you tantalizingly slowly. With you as wet as you are, you know he’s not doing it to help you adjust so much as to torture you.
Once he sinks all the way in, he lets out a small groan and squeezes his eyes shut. He begins to move, the return of the sensation feeling like a saving grace.
He starts to pick up his pace, entering a rhythm that you couldn’t have dreamed of achieving when you were on top.
As he continues on, it doesn’t take him long to find that spot, meeting it with accuracy on every stroke.
You let out a broken moan, his hand once again grazing your clit back and forth in reward.
“That it? Right there, baby?” He knows damn well he’s hitting the right spot, he could draw a fucking map at this point.
“Y—yes, Jay. Please, please. Just let me—”
“I know I don’t hear you trying to give orders.” He says, hand snapping away from where you need it.
“No, I—I’m just…please.” You sound honest to God desperate and it’s enough to push his already light resolve to its end.
“I know, baby. I’m sorry. I’ll take care of you, don’t worry.”
His fingers finally touch your clit with intention and that alone is enough to leave you gasping.
He draws circles over your clit just exceptionally, making your breathing speed up and your legs shake in anticipation.
You look up at him, eyes pleading. “Please?” You whisper, breathless.
He squeezes your wrists, gaze still focused on where your bodies meet. “Yeah, baby. Yeah. Go ahead.”
And it sure is a good thing he said it when he did because you were over the edge like that.
His eyes snap back up to your face the second you start to tighten around him. “There she is.” He mumbles, eyes scanning your features carefully. “That’s my girl.”
His head drops into your neck, releasing your wrists above your head in favor of holding your hand. “Oh, fuck,” he groans, grip tightening as he comes right after you.
Your free hand comes down to caress the back of his head as he finishes, short hair fluttering between your fingers.
You lay beneath him, chests heaving, bodies both lax.
“Was—was I…” you trail off, still thoroughly out of breath.
He kisses your neck once and nuzzles his face in further. “Yeah, sweetheart. You were such a good girl for me. So good.”
You close your eyes and smile, because fuck does that feel good.
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HEYY!! What about Jaybird with an s/o whos also a vigilante and she’s like super serious and quiet, Her outfit for fighting is like super duper revealing aswell so add nsfw :3
(If ur comfortable with it!!)
It's The Suit
🕸️Spiderverse Masterlist🕸️
🐼JJK Masterlist🐼
~ Jason Todd x Fem!AFAB!Reader
~ Explicit Smut
~ Reader is mentioned to have "plush thighs", but appearance is otherwise not described.
~ Wc: 2.4K
~ You can find more of my works here.
C/W: Smut, Pet names (Angel, Doll, Slut, Baby, Princess) Mdom, Groping, Light Choking, Spit, Creampie, Cunnilingus/Analingus (Jason eats it from the back) Use of the terms "cunt", "mound", "tits", "slutty", "pussy", Pussy Smacking, Public Sex, Begging, Pussyjob
There's just something about that suit . . .
"You know, you are technically on my turf." His voice is crisp in your ear. It seems he only ever puts what Batman taught him to use when he wants to mess with you. "If you were anyone else I'd have dropped you off Gotham Bridge by now."
"How sweet . . ." You respond in a monotone voice. You're laid on your stomach, perched on top of a building with a set of binoculars in front of your face. You're more focused on the perp you've been trailing all week than your . . . boyfriend? Friend with benefits? Guy you sometimes go out to eat with, and have sex with regularly? Doesn't matter, you're doing your best not to pay any attention to him.
"Are you sure you're not cold in that thing?"
You wish he would do the same. He knows how much comments about your costume bother you, but he can't help it! It's just a little thing, barely big enough to hide, well, anything really. He can't tell you how many times he's seen it ride up between your cheeks, or be so taut against your body that he can see your nipples poking through on extra cold nights. Not to mention the cutouts on your sides and chest.
If it was made out of any other material you could probably wear it to a club and leave with a couple hundreds stuffed in it.
He's already reaching for your body before he even realizes it. It's too late to stop now, his hands are already stroking their way up from your calves. It's frankly beyond him at this point. "It's just so . . . tiny."
"Everyone always says that." You squirm, your leg subconsciously kicking up when he brushes over that sensitive spot on the back of your knee. "Black Canary basically wears the same thing, and no one ever says anything about her suit." You mumble, still not turning to face him. Jason can't help but be amused by your response. "No, she doesn't, and yes, they do." He presses his thumb into your skin, massaging the tense muscles beneath his gloved fingertips.
"Jay, I-I have to fo-" "Shhh, I know, I know," You try to push his hands back, your skin becoming more and more sensitive the higher he gets. It doesn't help that he's applying the perfect amount of pressure. "Just . . . focus baby, alright? Focus for me." It's hard to do what he says when he's slipped off his helmet and is now pressing feathery kisses to your exposed skin.
Still though, you try, pulling the now discarded binoculars back to your face and hoping he decides to cease his ministrations. Unfortunately for you, he's got no plans to stop any time soon. "What's he doing, baby?" His hands inch closer and closer to the dip between your legs, his hands squeezing and tugging at the fat of your upper thighs. "Tell me." He says sternly.
Your hands clench around the binoculars. You have to take a few breaths to calm yourself enough to answer him. "He-he's ah-" His thumbs are working their way under your suit, teasingly stroking your lips. "He's leaving n-now, probably headed-Jason!" He laughs again, he knows he's been pushing it. "What, doll? What's wrong?" He says, as if he didn't just have his face between your thighs, his lips gently kissing your pussy through your suit.
"I told you to focus," He says with a smirk, his hips almost grinding into the concrete below him. "Don't you worry 'bout what I'm doing, yeah?" He only continues, two of his fingers brushing against your mound as he plays with the band of your suit, tugging it away from your heat so he can get better access. Try as you might, he pokes at your folds with his tongue, the wet muscle barely dancing against your lips.
You can't stop your hips from swaying back to meet his face, begging for him to use more pressure. The tips of Jason's ears burn at your tiny gasps, the cute little noises only encouraging him to try and make you louder. His hand, the one not tugging at your suit, begins its attack on your ass, grabbing and squeezing your soft, doughy flesh. By now you've completely lost sight of the guy you were trailing, your hips chasing his face.
You moan his name, the binoculars once again thrown to the side, as you rise to your knees, your chest still parallel to the concrete roof beneath you. "Ohh, that's it angel," Jason finally stops toying with the stretchy fabric of your suit, pulling it to the side of your ass so he can finally see all of you. "Such a pretty pussy. So wet for me." He sticks his tongue out, pressing it flat against your folds, before licking a stripe all the way up to your asshole, circling it with his tongue.
He shallowly wriggles his tongue inside, just deep enough for you to reach back and push at his head with a whine. He laughs, lightly smacking your ass before kissing the puckered hole, and lowering his head back down to your pussy. "Alright doll, I get it, I get it." He uses two of his fingers to spread your lips, putting your dripping cunt for him.
He kisses you there too, before winding back and spitting a fat (unnecessary) glob of spit directly onto your clit. He works too well, sucking and licking exactly when and where you need him to, his pace slowly speeding up. The way he moans into you, it's as if it's just as pleasurable for him as it is for you. And it must be, the way his cock is straining against his zipper like this. God, you've got no idea what you do to him, especially in that tiny, slutty little suit of yours.
And dear God, he starts using his fingers, and your vision blurs and your back arches even deeper. Your chest heaves as he pumps his fingers in and out, curling against your g spot everytime, all while his tongue still swirls against your clit, flicking and circling the perky nub. Your hand finds its way into his hair, your fingers curling around the inky locks as he drinks up your juices. Jason groans at the feeling of your slick practically pouring down his chin.
It's a wonder how he's even able to breathe, his face so deep between your plush thighs. Not like he cares, though, if he could choose a way to go out again, it'd be with his face buried deep in your cunt. He's in heaven, he swears it. He can hear the sound of those pearly gates opening, though that might just be the sound of your sweet, sweet broken moans. That, combined with a lack of oxygen. Besides that, you can't tell him he's not eating out an angel right now.
Eventually though, he rips himself away, loudly sucking air into his lungs so he doesn't actually go to heaven. He curses his body for needing air to breathe. Maybe he can use "increasing his lung capacity" as an excuse to eat you out later, not now though. Right now, his cock is so painfully hard from being neglected, he's struggling to form proper thoughts.
"You ready for me, doll? S' this slutty pussy ready to take me?" He asks, ripping off his belt and shoving his pants down just enough for his cock to spring out. With the amount of spit and slick dripping down your thighs, it's a stupid question, but he absolutely refuses to fuck you unless you say you're ready for him. Part of you thinks its a consent thing, which is great, more guys should be like that, but part of you knows it's because he wants to hear you, little Ms. Stoic, begging for his cock.
You're on the verge of tears, your eyes completely unfocused at the feeling of his fat tip smacking against your weeping cunt. "Jay," You moan, your voice barely above a whisper. "Please, Jay . . ." He shakes his head. He's losing his mind, but the small bit he's still clinging onto won't let you get away with that, he's gotta make you beg for him. "C'mon, slut, I know you can do much better 'n that." He ruts against your cunt, his cock hard and red from waiting.
He smacks your ass again, hypnotized by the way it jiggles beneath his palm. Precum oozes deliciously from his tip, adding even more lubrication to your already soaked hole. He could cum just from the sight of your pretty lips glistening under the moon light and street lamps. He's so close to just giving in and making both of you feel good, when he hears your voice breaking through his clouded thoughts.
He feels like he's got water in his head, though your little "Please uck me Jay, need your cock," is loud and clear. Without further stalling, he lines his aching tip up with your hole, awestruck at the way it clenches around nothing, before he finally sinks in, after what felt like hours and hours of foreplay. You almost collapse, the only thing preventing your hips from dropping to the side is Jason's firm grasp on your suit, using the cutouts on your side as leverage to pull you back against him.
Even through all the wetness, he stretches you out, his cock filling you up so perfectly it makes your eyes roll back into your skull. Jason's head lolls back, a deep groan escaping the bottom of his chest at the feeling of your tight, slick walls gripping his cock. "Fuckin' perfect," He doesn't waste any time, his hips slowly moving to drag his cock back and forth inside you, his tip catching along your walls.
He's mindlessly babbling at this point, cooing about how good you feel, about how you were made for his cock, his hands white-knuckle gripping your suit. He speeds up, his cock tapping against your cervix in a way that has your stomach doing flips. "Faster Jay! Please, please please!" You pant, your ass bouncing against his pelvis as your hips chase after his.
How could he deny you when your voice is like honey in his ears, and your skin feels like silk. He feels his balls tighten at your moans, his body physically reacting to your sobs, your pleads. You've got no idea what it does to his ego, to hear his favorite, icy, little princess crying for his cock. Or at least, what it would do for his ego if he wasn't solely focused on cramming every inch of his cock deep inside your tight heat.
He thrusts faster, his tip smacking rhythmically against your cervix at a bruising pace. "So fuckin' messy, this pretty pussy's so fuckin' messy," He huffs, his chest tightening with every stroke as he feels your gummy walls closing around him tightly. Without even thinking about it, he reaches down and frantically rubs at your clit, already sensitive from his mouth. "Shit, baby, ya' close?" He pulls out without warning, flipping you over onto your back and pushing your knees up to your chest, before sinking back inside you.
"Can feel ya, ngh, feel so fuckin' good." He ends each sentence with his cock. He holds your legs down with his broad shoulders, his chest pressed against yours. One hand reaches back down to rub at your clit again, his ears ringing with delight at your moans. "Shit, shit, shit, shit," He huffs against your ear. "So close baby, so close." He nips and licks at your neck, his teeth occasionally tugging at your earlobe as his orgasm looms closer and closer.
Your tears run down either side of your pretty face, your skin so hot you're almost steaming in the cool Gotham air. You're just as gone as he is, if not more, your arms limply draped across your face as you mindlessly take all the pleasure he gives you. "Want-want it, Jay," You coo in his ear, or at least you think you do, your mouth is open but you can't tell if any words are actually coming out.
"Cum for me baby, let it out, need you to cum." He's begging you, his fingers losing any type of rhythm and structure, his hand grinding down desperately against your poor, tired nub. Is he crying? He feels something wet on his face, but he can't tell if it's from you or him. You aren't too far from him, lightheaded from the force of your legs pressed to up your neck.
You just need a little more, just a little more, you can feel it. You're right there, right there, right there! Are you yelling? Whatever. Your orgasm hits you so fast and so hard you're pretty sure you black out for a second. You feel like you're on a boat, the warm sun shining brightly on your skin, your body gently rocking along the tide. The waves speed up, but you're mostly numb by now, the heavy crashing barely disturbing your peaceful state of mind. The only reason you're brough out of your delusions is because you can feel something against your lips.
Your vision clears, though it's still a bit hazy. Jason's still on top of you, his eyes nearly cross as he peppers sloppy, wet kisses along your face, not even conscious enough to aim for your mouth as he begs you to cum, not realizing you already have. He's so used to making you cum first that his body won't even let him cum until he knows you have. That, of course, doesn't do him much good when he's not cognizant.
Realizing as much, you use the small amount of strength you have left in your face to hold his face still, pulling him close enough to press your lips to his. He thrust a few more times, before his hips still inside you, his thick, warm seed spilling out and staining both of your clothing with white. Sweat drips down his forehead, soaking his hair and tantalizingly trickling down his neck. He leans back, allowing your legs, which are completely useless by now, to slip off his shoulders, before he finally collapses on top of you.
You cradle his head in the crook of your neck, silently brushing the hair along his neck with your fingers, as you both rest in one anothers embrace. When your brain starts working again you'll chew him out for ruining your stakeout. For now, you'll settle with a raspy sigh. "You always do this." You sound more annoyed than you are.
He shrugs, dead serious with his response, his head still resting on your shoulder. "It's the suit, not my fault."
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NSFW Masterlist Part 7
DC COMICS
Friends with Benefits with Hal Jordan
Jason Todd Gets Jealous and Fucks You in an Alleyway
Conner Kent x Fem!Reader - Principle of the Thing
Clark Kent x Fem!Reader - A Needed Confidence Boost
Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader - Hold the Popcorn
Friends with Benefits with Bruce Wayne
Jason Todd x Fem!Reader - Those Who Meet in the Shadows
MCU
Matt Murdock Gets Dirty in a Church
Logan Howlett when You're a Bimbo and Cockdrunk
King Valkirie - If All of the Kings Had Their Queens on the Throne
Steven Grant x Fem!Reader - Negotiation Tactic
MCU Characters Being Caught Masturbating
Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader - Please, Say Please
ARCANE
Viktor, Jayce, Ekko and Silco Get a Boner in Public
Arcane Women with a Packer
Sub!Amab!Sevika + Cock Riding
Viktor x Fem!Reader - Lesson Learned
Arcane Men + Passionate, Sensual, Intense or Rough
Arcane Women with a Camgirl Reader
CHAINSAW MAN
Chainsaw Man Quartet Goes Feral on You
Chainsaw Man Quartet Eating You Out
Chainsaw Man Quartet Playing with You Under the Table
Aki Hayakawa Being Your Sex Summer Tutor
BLUE LOCK
Fuckboy Reo Hooks Up with You
Chigiri, Kunigami and Reo Reacting to Your New Swimsuit
Bondege with Mikage Reo
Bachira Denying You Pleasure
Using the Safe Word with Isagi, Kunigami, Kaiser and Shidou
Dry Humping with Rin, Kaiser, Karasu and Nagi
Blue Lock + Threesomes
GENSHIN IMPACT
Al-Haitham Fucking You While Kaveh is in the House
Genshin Men Get A Boner in Public
Childe x Fem!Reader - A Bet and a Prize
Genshin Men when You Confess in the Middle of Sex
Bath Sex with Thoma and Ayato
Things Genshin Men Enjoy in Bed
Genshin Men Doing You Better Then Your Ex
Forced Proximity with Genshin Men
Poly Relationship with Thoma and Ayato
Zhongli x Fem!Reader - The Morax Punishment
Make Up Sex with Genshin Men
Kaeya x Fem!Reader - How Long Can You Go
Interrupted Masturbation with Childe
Genshin Men Fucking You So Hard You Can't Walk
Hate Sex with Genshin Men
Faking an Orgasm with Genshin Men
Scaramouche and Pantalone as Vampires
Diluc x Fem!Reader - Unhelpful Help
STAR WARS
Wrecker x Afab!Reader - Getting Wreckered
Trapped in a Small Space with Din Djarin
Darth Maul x Fem!Reader - Clamming the Throne
The Bad Batch + Soft Sex
AVATAR
Jake Sully x Fem!Reader - Tails, Growls and Arousal
Tonowari Facesitting Headcanons
Avatar Men Getting Praised During Sex
Avatar Men and Their Weak Spots
Friends with Benefits with Avatar Men
Jake Sully x Fem!Reader - Newbie Mating Cycle
TWISTED WONERLAND
Trey and Cater Using a Vibrator on You
Deuce Spade x Fem!Reader - Vows on Devoted Lips
Floyd Leech x Fem!Reader - You'll Remember You Belong to Me
Twisted Wonderland Dorm Leaders + Clothing That Turns Them On
STRANGER THINGS
Eddie Making You Clean Him Up After Sex
Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader - High and Horny
Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader - The Child Support Charade
Stranger Things Men + Where They Like to Cum on Your Body
Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader - Gatekeeper to My Heart
KIMETSU NO YAIBA
Being Douma's Pretty New Maid
Karaku Giving You Oral
Fingerwarming with Tengen Uzui
BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA
Bakugo Grinding Against You Behind the Gym
Bakugo + Bimbofication
BNHA Men Having Sex For the First Time
Husband!Shoto Gets a Blowjob From His Shy Wife
Stalkers Izuku and Dabi Finally Get what They Wanted
Tomura Shirigaki x Fem!Reader - Where Pleasure Hides
JUJUTSU KAISEN
Enemies to Lovers with Toji Fushiguro
Gojo x Fem!Reader x Geto - Threeway Fun Between Friends
Sukuna x Fem!Reader - Double Duty for the Demon King
Jujutsu Kaisen Men When You're So Full Their Cum Spills Out
Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader - Stop the Clock
Toji Fushiguro Being Your Pervy Neighbor
Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader - Better Than Shower Thoughts
Geto Suguru + Sex Pollen
TRIGUN
NSFW Headcanons with Vash and Nicholas
Praise and Mirror Sex with Vash
Service Top Vash
Vash, Nicholas and Millions Knives + Cum Shot
NSFW Headcanons with Millions Knives
Vash Being a Sloppy Eater
Vash, Nicholas and Millions Knives + Sex Pollen
Being Vash's First Time
CALL OF DUTY
Virginity Loss Blurb with Simon
Task Force 141 + Spots That Turn Them On
Cleaning Up with Simon
Simon "Ghost" Riley + Touch Me and You Lose
Simon and König Want to Go All Night With You
A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE
Virginity Loss with Daemon, Aemond and Harwin
Silent Blowjobs with Daemon, Aemond and Harwin
Messy Affair with Harwin Strong
#dc comics x reader#mcu x reader#arcane x reader#chainsaw man x reader#blue lock x reader#genshin impact x reader#avatar x reader#twst x reader#stranger things x reader#kny x reader#bnha x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#trigun x reader#call of duty x reader#a song of ice and fire x reader
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hi hi hello! never made a request before i’m kinda new to tumblr lol
ANYWAYS.
jason x fem!reader and reader broke her ankle and ofc jason is being super sweet and gentle and eventually reader really wants to fuck him but he’s hesitant bc broken ankle but like super sweet gently sex?? (also pretty pet names please i’d actually melt)
- 🦚 (can that be my anon?)
omg hiii, yes! 🦚 anon I hope you're still around cuz haha school got in the way but here is your request! hope you enjoy >u<
Care for You
MDNI // smut // Jason Todd x Reader
(afab reader, creampie, praise, gentle sex, pussy eating, no use of y/n)
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“Hey, hey, settle down, I’ll grab that for you.”
You huff, sitting back down on the bed as Jason reaches for the magazine you were eyeing. They sat at a pile at the foot of your bed, which you’ve been confined to for as long as Jason was around. That being, always, as he hasn’t left your side since you broke your ankle, with the exception of going on patrol (but not without telling you a hundred times over to give him a call for absolutely anything).
You give your boyfriend a peck on the cheek once he closes the distance between you two to hand you your magazine. “Thank you Jay, though I will say I’m not that fragile you know,” you pout, flipping open the booklet to the first couple of pages. He snuggles up to you, resting his head on your shoulder as he murmurs, “I know, but I’m gonna take care of you regardless. Can’t have my baby going and breaking her other ankle.” You smack him lightly on the arm for the last comment as he chuckled. You puff out your cheeks in mock anger and turn your head swiftly away from him. Gently, he places a hand on your chin to turn you to look back at him. “C’mon, you can’t stay mad at me for long, can you sweetheart?” You melt under his gaze, and flush as he presses a soft kiss to your lips. You press your lips against his when he draws back, and he gladly returns your passion by deepening the kiss. Before long, the two of you are making out, breaking apart for air before locking lips again.
You tug at his shirt, beckoning him to take it off. You’re incredibly turned on, the way his lips are wet and red from making out, watching his broad chest rise and fall as he pants. “Hey,” he breathes, “I don’t think we should…your ankle-”. You shush him, and whip out that magazine from earlier. You flip to a page and show him a little diagram with a small paragraph describing it. “Look, it's a sex position that won't strain or jostle my ankle too much,” you say proudly, grinning at the way Jason’s eyes widen. “Jeez, my pretty baby is doing her research, huh?”, he chuckles, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You smile back at him, tossing the magazine aside. “Soooooo..?” you ask, running your hands down his chest and to his stomach, noting the way his breath hitches. “Mmm, I really think you shouldn’t risk it babe,” he groans, catching your hands and holding them in place.
“Oh Jay, I promise I’ll say something if it hurts at all and we’ll stop immediately. Pretty please?”, you whine, gazing hopefully into his eyes. Jason sighs, releasing your hands and moving his to your breasts as he massages them. You whimper, placing your hands on top of his as he whispers, “Alright, you better keep that promise though.” The low notes of his voice sends tingles down to your tummy and you can barely contain your arousal as you moan, his fingers pinching your sensitive nipples. Moving down, he pulls your shorts down slowly, making sure not to move your ankle too much. Kissing your bare thighs, you suppress another moan when you feel his hot breath against your cunt. Jason moves your panties aside as he licks a broad stripe on your folds, feeling your wetness on his tongue. You nearly clamp your legs around his head in pleasure, your head thrown back and mouth open in a silent plea for more. Wrapping his arms around your thighs, he holds you gently yet firmly in place as he continues eating you out. Circling his tongue around your clit, you let out a breathy moan from the stimulation as he works at bringing you to your climax. Adjusting your legs with the slightest of movements and with great care, Jason pulls back from your soaked cunt, your pleasure evident on his chin. “Fuck baby, you look so damn pretty,” he breathes, gazing at you with half-lidded eyes. You flush, covering your face. “Hey, don’t get all shy on me alright?” he gently pushes your hand away from your face as he cups your cheek in one hand. “You’re doing so good, sweetheart,” he says, kissing you softly. You return the gesture, and the taste of yourself has your pussy clenching around nothing. “Oh Jay, please-”
“Mhm, I got you baby.” He’s pulling his boxers down now, his hard cock bumping against your sensitive clit. Slowly, he begins to push his length in, whispering praises and groaning at the way you squeeze around him. Thrusting gently so as to not jostle your legs too much, you feel another orgasm build up. His steady pace keeps you moaning and crying out his name as you feel his dick fill you up. “Oh fuck,” he pants, leaning down to press little kisses to your neck up to your face. As much as you’re able to, you rock your hips onto his cock, feeling the stretch of your pussy accommodating his girth when he bottoms out. “Shit, sweetheart, I’m- ngh- I’m close,” he moans, thrusting faster. You whimper as you feel your own orgasm approaching, finally cumming when your sweet Jason cums deep into your cunt, filling you up. The two of you stay like that for a while, with him in you and the both of you breathing heavily. He finally pulls out and carefully lays down next to you, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Told you I’d take care of you,” he smirks, and you roll your eyes in false annoyance, happy to have had sex with your favorite boy.
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west of wabash (chapter two of sweet home chicago)
jason todd x reader
rating: 18+
warnings: jason has feelings?, fluff, masturbation
summary: jason and y/n meet for their first date. that night makes for many firsts.
chapter one here
News broke to Gotham sooner than Jason returned to the shared suite. By the time he stepped off from the elevator, he was pestered by none other than Stephanie Brown.
“Soooooo,” she sang, bubbly with each letter, “Tim told me you met someone.” He briefly hung up, following the action with a text.
Next, Duke, with a subtle message, ‘Go get em, Jay. ps, bring home Garrett's’
As Jason reentered the suite, he was greeted by Dick. “Hey Jason.”
“Dick?”
Sighing, Dick sat up on the armchair. “I understand you might be upset. I already sent a message telling everyone that your matters are private, and I had a talk with Tim.”
Jason's shoulders relaxed, the tension falling from them like an avalanche. “That's…thanks, Dick, ‘cause I keep getting messages and-”
“Man of the hour!” Tim erupted, thumbs up and smile wide as he entered the living room. “So you excited for tonight? Need help picking out an outfit?”
And again, a blizzard of irritation plummeted Jason, tone shifting quicker than Tim acknowledged. “I'll be fine. Just…leave me alone till after, got it? Not in the mood for your cupid bullshit, Timmy.”
Tim hid his hands in his hoodie center pocket as Jason locked himself into the bathroom, waiting until the shower started before speaking with Dick. “Why is he so upset about it? I've never seen a guy so angry about a date that he wants to go on.”
“You know, Tim-” Dick began in a paternal tone, causing a Tim to grumble in boredom, “-I already told you to be sensitive to Jason. Even before the fallout with Artemis, he's cautious, and we have to respect that.”
Through the hand painted door, Jason could overhear their conversation. The bathroom air was cloudy with steam, and condensation formed on Jason's phone screen as he held it with a half-finished, unsent message.
Stripping himself of his boxers, he set the phone down on the sink counter and stepped into the shower; he picked up a small bar of soap and rubbed it in his hands to make suds before he spread them along his chest and torso; loosening the product from the bottom of the conditioner bottle, Jason popped it open and squeezed some onto his palm, which he promptly lathered into his salt and pepper hair.
As he rinsed his hair, eyes closed, he recalled the way y/n's body looked in their uniform, leggings accentuating their wide hips, and their legs. Jason felt the warm rush of blood fall to his center, and he found himself wrapping his hand around his need, searching for something unfound in the godless city.
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Combing his hair with his fingers to finish the entourage, Jason managed to dress appropriately (thanks to his conscientious older brother) for the date. He stepped back and glared at himself in the mirror, surprised at his resourcefulness on short notice. Before thinking, he called the number y/n left on the tab receipt, regretting his action but committing to it.
An answer. “Hello?”
“Uh,” Jason cleared his throat nervously, “hi, this is Jason, from the restaurant?”
“Oh yeah, Jason” y/n's voice was sultry as they repeated his name, “good to hear your voice again. What do you need?”
Jason cupped the back of his neck. “I was wondering if you'd like to grab a bite to eat tonight?”
“Hmm, that depends. What are you thinking?”
Pausing to think, he took a moment for himself. “Nothing like a nightclub or anywhere crowded. Did you maybe wanna get some dessert?”
Brief silence from the other end, before, “I know this might be touristy, but what about Molly's cupcakes in Wrigleyville?”
“Sure.” Jason was indifferent to cupcakes. He didn’t hate them - after all, food is food - but it was a new venture. “I'll see you there around 6?”
“Can't wait, Jason.” they saluted before hanging up.
Jason searched on his phone's GPS for the location. “So…right there? On Clark?” he used two fingers to zoom in on the street, inspecting the nearest intersections as he opened the bathroom door. “So, uh, Dick?”
He looked up from his screen to an empty room, and looked around before returning his eyes to the screen. Dick responded from the other room, “Yeah?”
“I'll be back in a few hours.” Jason stifled a grin as he plopped onto the sleeper couch, skimming through the menu of delectable treats.
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Shutting the taxi door behind him, Jason looked at the storefront, the letters spelled out in blue cursive. He stood in front of it for a couple of minutes, casually making eyes with the cupcakes on display, taunting him for every last bit of self control he had left. It didn't help that the restaurant next door, which served Hawaiian-inspired cuisine, emitted aromas of cooked spam and pineapple. Surely, if y/n stood him up, he would take himself on a date for dinner and dessert.
A voice behind him snapped his attention away from his hunger. “I love this place.” Jason turned around to y/n, who was grinning at the eatery. They wore a rust-colored sweater dress with grey leggings underneath, and thick heels. Their curly hair was broader than he had seen at La Bomba earlier, and Jason was unsure of what he preferred. “Gonna take a picture, or show a handsome person to a good time?” they teased, wrinkling their nose at Jason.
“O-oh yeah, sorry, my bad.” he stuttered before rushing to the door, opening it for y/n. They stepped in, but not before giving Jason a bright smile and a flirtatious squeeze of his bicep. Jason stole a glimpse of y/n's ass as they passed, and watched as their hips dipped, on one side then another, as they stepped.
When Jason entered, he greeted by the smell of sugar and citrus, his mouth watering in anticipation. The interior was, in a word, homely: there were simple metal chairs and tables along the sides, leaving the center walkway to be clear for the (several) patrons placing their orders. the counters themselves presented a multitude of cupcakes with hand drawn pictures accompanying flavors, including a few marked Literary Cupcakes with flavors inspired by Willy Wonka (chocolate ganache with a gum center), Matilda (red velvet and blueberry), and Little Women (earl grey with a blueberry and lavender buttercream frosting).
Before Jason could process it all, he and y/n were at the counter, with y/n placing their order. “...and could I have a cookie monster cupcake as well?”
“Sure thing!” the attendant responded enthusiastically. “And anything else?”
Jason blurted, looking frantically. “Could I have a key lime cupcake, and a uh…” he quickly decided on snagging one for each of his brothers. “white chocolate raspberry, carrot cake, s'more, and peanut butter cupcakes?”
The clerk quickly seized the flavors from the array, packing them up in a couple of plastic trays. She rung up the total, and Jason presented the clerk with a wrinkled bill. “Sorry about that, must've gone through the wash. You can keep the change.” he nodded, retrieving the delicacies and walking with y/n outside of the shop, where they both took a breath of fresh air.
“This your first time here?” they glanced at the tower of cupcakes in plastic packaging, then at Jason, who nodded. “They're good, though, I'll give you that.”
They snapped open the top packaging and opened the lid, picking up their cookie monster cupcake and taking a bite out of the side, the blue frosting leaning over slightly.
Jason followed suit, picking the peanut butter cupcake and shoving half of it into his mouth awkwardly. “Hnn-so g-rr-d.” he garbled with his mouth full, briefly forgetting that he was on a date. He instantly attempted to swallow the remaining part in his mouth, but began choking on a piece, coughing.
Y/n continued eating and watched in mixed emotion, giggling, which increased into laughter. “Dios, Jason, esperate, okay? Oh my god, you have to take your time.”
Face beet red from coughing and embarrassment, Jason concurred. “I'm not always like this, I just get really excited by food.” he made sure to take smaller bites of what used to be a cupcake.
“I've never seen someone that excited, and my parents used to have a dog that ate my ex's carne asada while she was taking a piss.”
The anecdote caught Jason off-guard, triggering another bout of laughter-slash-coughing.
“Here, let's sit down before we die, okay?” Y/n offered, pointing out a free bench they walked to. Once seated, y/n turned to Jason. “I don't usually do this, taking a stranger out on a date,” they grinned sheepishly, “but you looked super cute trying to decide what food you eat. What do you do, Jason? What are your interests?”
Jason wiped his hands together, cleaning the remnants of food left. “I uh, I come from Gotham, travel for work.” He was used to dropping this line at Bruce's galas, but felt guilty lying to y/n for some reason.
“Oh, so this is business?”
“No, actually, my brothers tricked me into a vacation.” Jason squinted, unsure if he should have admitted the fact to y/n. “They told me I work too much.”
Y/n nodded, and Jason felt their eyes on his physique. “I'm sure with a body and appetite like yours, you must work hard. What do you do exactly? Oh!” they exclaimed, curls bouncing. “How about you let me guess?” Jason shrugged. “Uh… firefighter, with those big arms?” they touched Jason's bicep again, this time with a tighter grip.
“Not sure if they travel.” Jason quipped.
“True.” Y/n's eyes moved to Jason's torso, then legs. “Personal trainer? Bodybuilder, if that even is a job?”
Jason chuckled. “Pretty sure I don't have a body of a bodybuilder, as much as I am flattered.”
“Oh, what, are you like, part of the Justice League or something? Wait - isn't Batman from Gotham?”
Jason rolled his eyes. “Yes, he is.”
“Maybe you're a hunky lawyer. I had a friend from El Paso who went to Gotham Law. Pretty solid school, but the crime rate is through the roof.” they commented.
“How about I just say that one of your selections was close to true and we call it even.” Jason quickly switched subjects. “How long have you been working at La Bomba?”
Y/n sat back on the bench, blowing raspberries while thinking. “Since I was 18? I thought I could do part time while in college, but I ended up dropping out. Go figure.”
The information piqued Jason's interest. “Oh, like Columbia? Or DePaul?”
Y/n shook her head. “Loyola. Pre-med.” they sharply inhaled, nostrils flared. “Turns out they can withdraw a grant and scholarships without notice or remorse. Sophomore year, I got an email, and poof - gone.” they spoke disheartenedly. “It was either I took out more loans, or I drop out.”
Jason shook his head slowly, scooting closer to y/n as he listened. “Colleges are criminal institutions masked as community offering, only utilizing their ever-growing power to further divide the line between the affluent and fortunate and people like you and me.” the words left his mouth without him noticing. “The average tuition has doubled since the 1980s, and acceptance rates for even state universities have declined to keep up with the luxurious for-profit institutions relishing in their swindling of students’ financial and mental security for the sake of upholding mostly racist and bigoted traditions since the birth of our country. It puts smart women like you in a position where, ultimately, you will lose, no matter the choice you make.”
Y/n blinked, intaking the information. “So many things I have to say to that, but first…” they began, “I identify as agender, not a woman or man. I know I present as feminine, but I just… don't believe that necessarily defines me.” Jason quickly apologized. “You didn't know. But… you're white and, from the clothes you're wearing, rich. How would you know about what we go through?”
“I don't know much, but I used to live on the streets. Complicated story. I was adopted by a rich guy, and even though I now dress like a rich guy, I still have those mannerisms. Some of the things that happened to me growing up, that I had zero control over, follow me even now.
“It's not something I wear on my forehead because I do have privilege. I get to spit on cops without getting killed. But I do know what it's like making those decisions because there's no trust fund that daddy set up.”
Y/n closed the gap between their legs and Jason's, their knees touching. “I'm sorry for assuming.” They said. “Do you maybe want to come over my place to continue this? Assuming that you're probably at a hotel.”
Jason's eyes met y/n's, and he felt the strange feeling he felt at La Bomba. He wanted to lean in, as if a voice in his head was urging him to kiss y/n, find out if their lips were as soft as they appeared.
Instead, he replied, “You lead the way.”
#mine#my post#jason todd#robin#batfamily#red hood#dc#dcu#dick grayson#nightwing#tim drake#batman#chicago#jason todd fanfiction#jason todd x reader#jason todd x afab reader
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Drunk sex with jay?he's the one drunk btw
I got carried away...
This is one of the longest things I've ever written
He is such a horny drunk. It's been established for years at this point. He achieves something. He's proud of himself. He gets drunk. His face gets flushed. He gets flirty. He gets horny. All a part of the routine. You've talked about it. You've discussed it. You've accepted it.
And you'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy the flirting at least a little.
He'd started drinking an hour ago. He's had his eyes locked on yours since then. He's watched your every step and hasn't stopped smiling.
You know he's watching you. You're standing with him in the kitchen. He's sitting on one of the metal barstool chairs he picked out a few months ago at some old furniture store. He's solidly drunk now. His steps waver when he tries to walk and he slurs his words when he speaks. He smile still doesn't drop.
He's been chattering most of the time, talking about nothing. Also flirting. So much flirting. But he's been silently staring at you for the last 3 minutes, a record.
He rests his chin in his hand. "I wanna taste you."
You drop the remote you were holding. He snickers. Loudly.
You let out a huff and bend over the grab the remote, blushing furiously. While you grab the remote from the floor, he soundlessly moves behind you. You're not entirely sure how he pulled it off in his drunken state. You don’t notice until you stand back up and his hands find your waist, pushing their way up under your shirt and tracing patterns into your skin. "Sounds like you like my idea. C'mon." He draws out the last syllable slightly. He turns you around, removing one hand to place it on your chin and tilt your head up to look at him. His eyes are hooded and dark. "Please?" His voice is gruff and slightly deeper than it usually is. How are you supposed to resist him?
He can see the surrender in your eyes ands smile brightens. You let out a breath. "You sure?"
He doesn't respond, just presses his lips to yours in a bruising kiss. He's no longer so drunk that he can't walk, but you still don't trust him to walk backwards to the couch the way he'd usually lead you during a kiss, so you walk yourself backward to the kitchen table. It breaks off the kiss when you sit, but Jason is quick to go to his knees to follow you. His mouth doesn't stay on yours for too much longer, it makes its way to your neck and you can feel him leave hickeys that surely won't be gone by tomorrow. His hands find their way back under your shirt to your hips and waist, pulling your body flush with his. They move and latch onto the hem of your shirt, trying to lift it, but he can't bring himself to move his mouth away from your neck. You do it for him. Faster than the flash, kid flash, or impulse could move, you lean slightly back and away to lift your shirt off your head. You toss the shirt across the room and you can faintly hear the fabric hit the ground as Jason's mouth returns to your neck.
But this time, it doesn’t stay in that one place for two long. How mouth moves to your finally freed collarbones and licks a hot strip up the middle of them. His eyes lock with yours and your skin feels warm and electric. His hands move up your body and try to make their way to your chest before he gets annoyed at the fabric there.
"Ugh!" His tone is annoyed and you can't help but let out a breath of a laugh. "Take it all off. Everything. Now."
"Bossy." But you're doing exactly what he says and you know he can see the excitement in your eyes. You think about making a remark about the clothing (What? can't figure out how to get it off?), but ultimately decide that getting the clothes off as fast as humanly possible is more pressing. His hands have to move away from your waist when it's time for the pants to go and you immediately miss the warmth of his touch. It isn't gone for long, though. The moment your underwear drops, his mouth is on your tits. He draws a nipple to his mouth and you can feel his tongue move against it. Your hands find their way into his hair as he moans and pushes the rest of his body against yours. You feel his teeth graze you and you let out a brief gasp. His fingers dip into your hipbones and he doubles his efforts.
He doesn’t want to spend too long on just one, though. He always says they both "deserve equal attention" (usually right after he says something like "mine. All fuckin mine,") but well his mouth is a little busy right now. His hands trail down to your thighs, moving up and down. They squeeze intermittently as he bares down on your tit. You try to rub your thighs together, to get some sort of friction, but his hands roughly push them apart and hold them in place.
You tug his hair back, moving his face away and making him look at you. His eyes are half lidded, dazed. There's not a damn thought in his brain other than you. He whines and it short circuits your brain. You were about to say something, but he beats you to it.
"Need you. Need to taste you. Please."
"Thought you'd never ask."
His head moves back to your chest, but this time it trails down. His open mouth kisses are quick and sloppy. He follows your skin as it moves with your quickening breaths. His hands move back up your thighs and this time they trail all the way to your hips. He licks a final stripe up your stomach as he jerks you to the edge of the table.
He moves his hands again, this time around the outer side of your knees. He briefly kisses his way up your thigh. You're both breathing loud and heavily by the time he hooks the knee over his shoulder. Then he moves his mouth the other thigh, moving his mouth along it the same way he did the previous one. And again when he finally makes all the way to your inner thigh, he backs his head up, smiles at you, and hooks that knee over his shoulder.
He lays down one last kiss before he looks back up at you again and says, "Sorry, ma. Can't wait any more."
His arms loop around your thighs to keep you in place and he wastes no further time. He licks a wet stripe up your cunt and you let out an unholy moan. His lips wrap around your clit and suck and your brain shuts off. Your eyes slide closed against your will, despite how fucking good he looks between your legs. The only thing you can do is feel what he's doing to you, and by the looks of it, he's in the same boat. You swear you don't know what he's doing with his tongue, but fuck it feels good.
You think he might be more drunk on you than the alcohol at this point, but regardless you notice he hasn't remembered to breathe since he started devouring you. You try to tug him by his hair but his neck remains stiff and he moans into your cunt (and fuck if that is't distracting). "Baby." You tug his scalp again, this time with force. He gasps when you pull him away. You make eye contact and his eyes are a fucking sight. His pupils are blown wide, but more important his mouth and chin are coated in your slick. He licks his lips and you almost lose it at the sight. "Don't forget to breathe."
He seemingly can't wait any longer because he talks on his way back to your cunt. "Yes ma'am." Your brain shuts off for the next two minutes. You suspect he might be tracing his name into you, but you're not complaining, especially when it feels like that. His fingers dig into your skin as you let out a stream of curses.
He backs away to catch his breath and had you been in any sort of state to, you might have made a remark about him remembering all on his own this time, but you're too thoroughly wrecked to let out anything other than a high pitched whine.
He breathes a laugh. "You sound like me. Tsk tsk tsk. I guess I've been rubbing off on you too much lately." You forget how much of a cocky bastard he can be. Apparently he's finished his meal, because he moves your knees off his shoulder and rises from his knees. There are red marks where his fingers were pressed into you. "C'mon. Get up. I'm gonna need you to ride me. Let's go. Let's go make you drunk on my cock, baby"
Time to find out if you can still walk.
#this is the equivalent of my YouTuber apology video for being gone for so long *brings out ukulele*#jason todd smut#jason todd#jason todd imagine#jason todd x reader#jason todd x reader smut#jason todd x you#red hood imagine#red hood x reader#red hood smut#red hood x reader smut#red hood#red hood x you#jason todd x fem!reader#jason todd x afab!reader#smut#saph’s love letters#saph’s thots
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When Jason Finally Comes Back (Smut)
Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader
Tags: smut, light angst, afab!reader, use of words describing vaginas.
A/N: short and sweet smut w/ a little, light angst. Jason's been out of town for a long while, and you really missed him.
It had been over two months since Jason left on his mission. You had known he’d be gone for a while, but this was beyond the pale. The first few weeks, you´d been able to throw yourself into work and see friends and fill your days. Then, a month had passed with minimal contact with the man you loved more than anything, and life was dragging. As much had you had worried before the fourth week came, it became overwhelming. For the past five weeks, all you could do was worry about Jason. It had begun affecting nearly every aspect of your life.
But, then, suddenly and beautifully he was back in your apartment, making it look all small again.
From the moment you flung yourself into his treetrunks of arms when he walked through the door, it had been like you were on cloud nine.
“Jay,” you breathed into his collarbone, unable to get another word out of your choked-up throat.
“Hey, darling,” he murmured back. “I missed you.¨
That's all it took for the dam to break. You became a babbling mess in the crook of his neck as he cradled your body against his like it was nothing. It was an incoherent mash-up of I missed you, I love you, and I was worried all paired with his name over and over again like some prayer
Jason let out a watery chuckle, “It’s okay, darlin’, I'm right here. I got you; I’m not going anywhere.”
That was a good hour ago, and now another type of reunion was about to happen.
Jason and you were getting hot into your makeout, his hand finally slipping into your panties, and you felt like you could already combust.
¨Aw, darlin', you’re already so wet. Been missing me that much?”
All you could do was desperately nod as his fingers began running through your folds “Yes, Jay. Missed you so much, please.
“Please what,” he asked with that devilish smirk of his.
“Please this?” Jason asked, finally dipping one of his massive fingers into your dripping cunt.
Had you been in a different state, you'd probably feel embarrassed by the fact that you immediately started convulsing around his digit, cumming as hard as if he’d been edging you for hours Which, in a way, he’d been doing much worse over an even longer period of time. It was just, so big, so much, and too fucking long since the last time Jason had touched you.
“Holy shit doll, did you just cum?” Jason gasped before pulling you into a bone-melting kiss. “That's so fucking hot.”
As you caught your breath, he immediately stole it away again by beginning to move that one digit around your still-fluttering pussy.
“Jesus Christ, baby, you're so tight, it feels like you haven't been touched since I left.”
You clutched his arm as it went in and out of you as you vehemently shook your head.
“No? No what darling?”
“N-no..I haven't t-touched myself since you left. Co-couldn't.”
Jason stopped, looking at you gobsmacked as you writhed against his still finger, begging for more, “What did you just say?” He couldn’t look away from you. Your face all twisted with pleasure and he’d barely done anything to you at all. There’s no way you really, for two months, didn’t cum once.
But, you nodded, still trying to get him to touch you more. “I tried but it was too hard. Not as good as you. Made me think of you. Made me miss you too much.”
Jason pulled his finger from your core but before you could whine at the loss, he has both hands on your face and pulled you into a searing kiss as if he was trying to kiss you all the way to your toes.
When he pulled away, his eyes were filled with reverence as his thumbs stroked your cheeks. How did he, this Lazarus-filled murderer, get such a sweet thing like you? “You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I love you so much.”
Tears started to fill your eyes again, and you werent surorised to se the emotion mimicked on Jasons. But, he pushed past the feeling of his heart bursting with love. After all, he had a very needy girl to please.
Quickly he pressed one last loving kiss to your lips before giving you a look that was pure filth. that almost had you cumming again. “Well, if my poor girl’s pretty pussy hasn't been getting enough attention, I have my work cut out for me. After all, I have to make up for all those lost orgasms, don’t I,” his voice that teasing kind of condescending that had you burning. “Let's see if we can get four more out of you, how about that, pretty girl?”
He didn't give you a chance to respond before his fingers descended back to your cunt.
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Inspired by one of your reblogged posts..
I really want to see dark! misogynistic Jason Todd with a somewhat innocent! girlfriend. He was so sweet to her until they started dating; Now he just can't be bothered with her. He consults his friends about it on COD, or some other incel hangout, and they advise him to put reader in her place.
He comes home one day to reader laying in bed on her phone and he just can't seem to control himself. He's spewing out degrading thoughts, about how he's just so sweet to her and all she can do is complain, and not even be grateful that Jason's using his precious time to breed and lay his claim her needy cunt. Using and absolutely destroying her like the plaything she is.
(also, can i be 🐢 anon? i feel like I'll be returning to you for a while.. i love ur work!)
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Pairing - Dark! Misogynistic! Incel! Jason Todd x Innocent! Girlfriend! AFAB! Reader
Featuring - Rest of the Batboys
Tags and Warnings - Incel behavior, noncon, name calling, misogyny, medication, gaslighting, degrading, abuse, violence against oc/reader
Authors Note - Back tew my roots!!!! And ofc I would love to finally have anons!! Also sorry this took eons-
A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! These depictions don't pertain to reality. This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!
Jason watched you in your shared small apartment. He couldn't figure out what went wrong between the two of you. It started whenever he moved in. Jason was never so used to having somewhere there 24/7.
You were just so needy and particular.
“Jason? Baby… what do you want for dinner tonight?” You ask coming to sit by him. Your hands ran over his arm and kissing at his visable scars. Jason pulled away from you, the feeling making his skin tingle.
He watched as your face fell and you sigh before getting up and grabbing your purse. “I'm going grab something to eat tonight. Please remember to take your medicine.” You say heading to the door and leaving.
“I don't need them.” Jason replied quickly looking at you as you straightened up the living room before leaving. “I told you about reminding me to do shit.”
Jason watched as you just sighed again. “I tell you because I want you to be better baby. I don't want to keep doing things alone, I just want us to be better.” You said doting once again, keeping your sweet nature with Jason. But he only saw that as pity and he hated it. He hissed before rolling his eyes and getting up, the couch going back by his sheer strength. “I don't care what's for dinner. Just get out.”
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“I don't know what to do with her. She's just so fucking annoying.” Jason rambles into his microphone. He was playing COD with some online friends. One of his friends, N1ghtVV1ng laughs into his own mic.
“Well what is she doing huh? My girl treats me just right, and even allows me to fuck whenever I want.” He taunts. Jason rolled his eyes at his friends comments. “And she's so tight, god I trained her right.”
“Dude that's so gross.” RedRobinYum, another one of his friends said.
“Well, she just keeps bothering me. Then whenever I try to ask for something she just reminds me to take my meds.” Jason sneered. “Its the same shit, all these dumb questions. I just want her to stay with me and not bug me.”
“Well have you tried putting her in her place? Show her what you want from her.” DamitheBest says. Jason hummed at that suggestion.
“She's just so fragile, I'm afraid she might bre-”
“Get that shit out of your mind now.” Dami says. “Show her who's the boss before she does. Women will kick you to the curb and leave you for someone who'll tolerate that shit they pull.”
“Literally don't listen to these freaks, sit down and talk to her.” RedRobin chimes in. “With any relationship just talk it out, trust me I do that with my partner and we just talk everything out.”
Jason could hear Dami make a buzzer noise that almost broke his mic. “Nope, don't listen to him. Red, he's gotta put his foot down. Cut out any disobedience from his girl.”
Jason looked down at that, the thought of hurting you almost sickeningly turned him on. Dami was right and had always been. Jason just needed to man up and confront you.
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“What are you doing?”
You turn around from your spot on the bed too see Jason, standing in the doorway. You smile before getting back on your phone, his voice making you feel better that he's still around.
Yet majority of the time, Jasons voice always brought you a sense of worry and hurt. Worrying so much for and about him made you into someone who barely cared for yourself. It was always Jason, and everything you did was for him.
“Nothing really, I'm just kind of bored.” You reply. Jason stares at you, face blank. His eyes leered at your body as you just so casually laid down. Almost as if just waiting for you to say something. Anything.
“Your not going to bug me to take my meds?” Jason practically spat out. You turned around moving to where you sat on the bed. “Not gonna ask me to take out the trash, help around the apartment?
You furrow your brows. “What? Why are you talking to me like that?” You asked looking at him. “I- What did I do?”
“You dont like it when someone stands against you?” He replied completely ignoring your question. Everything about Jason's words and demeanor frightened you. It was like he genuinely hated you.
You stood up walking towards him slowly. “Jay… it's okay. I think you're having a episode…” You say keeping your voice low. Jason's chest came up and down as he kept getting more and more enraged. You reached out a hand to touch his arm, but Jason pushed you away. Your lower back hit the vanity you both built when you moved in.
“You think I'm having a episode?! Of course you do, you don't just think I'm pissed?” He replied moving to tower over you. You put a hand on the vanity to stand back up. Your chest heaved as your lungs tried to keep up with your heart. You pushed past him leaving through the bedroom door.
Back burning, you looked for your keys. “I'm done with this, all I want is what's best for you. But you've treated me like shit, and I'm done with it.” You said seeing reaching for your keys.
But they were picked up and thrown across the room.
Jason pushed your head against your kitchen island. You groaned out and began to thrash around. Jason snarled at you, keeping you detained.
Hr laughed in your face and seemingly just waited for you to calm down. “I like it when your quiet.” He said leaning down to kiss the back of your head. Your breathing shuddered as you began to cry quietly. Jason reveled in your weakness a hand resting on the back of your neck, the other on your back.
“What did I do Jason … What did I do so wrong…?” You said, your words breaking with your own tears.
“Get on my nerves… I'm such a good boyfriend, yet all you do is complain. I'm sick of that, so I'm going to change it.” Then you feel Jason's arm brush against you as he reached for the kitchen scissors. “Stay still, unless you want to get hurt. I could care either less.” He said as he took the scissors to your shirt. Cutting down the fabric, leaving you exposed as you chose not to wear a bra.
Starting to kick at Jason again, flipping around to try and get away. That attempt was failed, as Jason took your throat in hand, slamming your head back onto the counter. Your vision blurred on impact as he took off your shirt completely. The impact made you dizzy and start to become unaware. Jason saw that, and quickly took advantage of it, kissing at your neck.
He was going to get himself off.
It was what you owed him.
His kisses trailed down to your stomach, tongue dipping into every dip in your skin. You let out dazed cries as tears poured down your cheek. “You've always been so gorgeous. Don't you see how good you could have it?” Jason commented quietly as he pulled down your sweatpants along with your panties. He blew on your cunt, watching just how wet you became at his actions. “Do I have to keep beating you for you to keep still.”
Biting at your bottom lip to hold back tears you shake your head. He smiled as you shivered from his breathing. Jason pushed his head into your cunt, lapping at your exposed pussy. You bit at your bottom lip, trying to stay quiet. You couldn't give him that satisfaction, just once you wanted to be stronger than what you actually were. But Jason knew you, his hand coming down on your ass, making you yelp out. “Stop that, I want to hear you.” He said into your cunt as he continued to eat you out.
But Jason is Jason.
And Jason is selfish.
He only eats you out close enough to make you cum. He pulls away with the bottom half of of his face coated in your juices. You grabbed at the counter top, full on sobbing. “Please… Jay. Stop we can ta-” Jason's hand came crashing down next to your head, the sound of tile making you cry out more.
“You had your chance. You had multiple chances to talk, but you didn't. So now I'm putting you in your place.” He said, ignoring any protests you had. You could hear him undo his pants, the taunting noise of his zipper making your cries only louder. A dribble of spit hits your cunt, Jason's palm coming down to rub at your cunt. “Now shhh, while you take this dick.”
You let out a yell as Jason pushes his length all the way into you. He sits there, breathing heavy and labored.
His eyes stayed fixated on your pussy, swallowing his cock. He pulled out then pushed back in, your walls clamping on his length. His groans were deep as he took no time for you to adjust, fucking into you. Your body shook and shuddered as he held you down, using you for his own pleasure.
“You're so pretty like this,” Jason said his body pounding into your own. You continued to whimper under him, feeling your body become weak. His hand tangled in the mess he had made of your hair, using his strength to pull you up. “You need to be like this all the time, then I wouldn't have to deal with a bitch for a girlfriend.” He snickered into your ear. He said it like it was a threat, or a suggestion you couldn't turn down.
So you nodded in agreeance, his smile turning wicked as he fucked into you. You could feel his hips stutter as he reached his peak. Jason's hand moved to your clit as he rubbed at your bud. “You better cum with me or I'll keep raping this cunt.” That quickly snapped you back to reaily. The realization of needing to end the abuse he put you through, you tried feeling pleasure from the trauma he was putting you through.
Then you feel it. The feeling of you cumming alongside your cunt getting filled. You let out a choked gasp, Jason groaning as he filled you to the brim. His hand grabbed at your ass as he hissed. He pulled out watching as a dribbles of his cum dropped from your abused cunt. He quickly pushed it back into you with two thick fingers. Jason snickered before pulling up his boxers, leaving his jeans on the ground.
“Clean up in here, I'm getting back on the game.”
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Choism's 2023 Kinktober
Hello and welcome to my first ever kinktober! I will be doing 15 days of kinks featuring various fictional characters and kpop idols from all of my hyperfixations. If there is a kink you don't like, then don't interact! There will be absolutely no kink shaming on this blog and if I find out you are making fun of any of the kinks mentioned you will be executed (blocked). Anyway, enjoy this collection of my special interests <3
Every single kink will have a definition in the fic intro, as well as additional tag warnings and word count! None of this are in any particular order and will be posted as I write them, as opposed to in order from the day set. I may start posting before october starts just to get a head start since I know I am a slower writer. I hope you all love it 🫶🏻
All fics are under the cut!
Buggy D. Clown + Humiliation | sub!buggy x gn!reader
Choi San + Omorashi | sub!san x gn!reader
Law + Impregnation | dom!law x fem!reader
Impregnation Kink: Being sexually aroused by the idea of impregnating someone ; getting someone pregnant turns you on, having an impregnation kink
Jung Wooyoung + Feminization | sub!wooyoung x afab!reader
Loki Laufeyson + Partialism (hands) | dom!loki x fem!reader
Dick Grayson + Rope Play | dom!dick x amab!reader
Jake Sim/Kim Heeseung + Voyeurism | switch!jake x afab!reader x dom!heeseung
Wen Junhui + Hybrids | sub!junhui x gn!reader
Jason Todd + Exhibitionism | dom!jason x afab!reader
Astarion + Blood Play | switch!astarion x gn!reader
Uzui Tengen + Strength | dom!tengen x fem!reader
Portgas D. Ace + Pet Play | switch!ace x afab!reader
Park Seonghwa + Corruption | dom!seonghwa x amab!reader
Deke Shaw + Cum Inflation | switch!deke x afab!reader
Obi-Wan Kenobi + Choking | switch!obi-wan x gn!reader
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Checking In | Dick Grayson x Black!BatsisReader
↳ Pairing : Dick Grayson x Black!AFAB!BatsisReader
↳ Rating : E (18+ minors dni‼️)
↳ Summary : After your brother Jason’s death, Dick Grayson keeps “checking in” on you. But as far as you’re concerned, he no longer has any right to be a part your life.
↳ W.C : ~5.2k
↳ Tags+Warnings : faux incest - step siblings (direct mentions), mild angst, hate(?)to love, sexual tension, not Titans DC!verse I just like the actor lol, canon divergence: set after Jason Todd’s death and before Red Hood, reader is a model (body type unspecified), referenced stalking, oral (f receiving), P in V sex, degradation (slut, whore), implied daddy kink, porn with plot!, special guest appearance by Booster Gold
“Hot date tonight?”
You felt your eyes roll back into your head at the sound of the male voice that trilled like a mosquito in your ear. Fucking hell, you muttered a curse under your breath. After your shift of late-night vigilante duties, you always seemed to forget to take out your in-ear receiver.
What was that thing Alfred always told you about breathing exercises? You took a deep breath, allowing yourself to quell your irritation. In. 1. 2. 3. Out. 1. 2. 3.
“No action tonight, dick?” You rebutted.
“I can hear when it’s a lowercase ‘D’, Y/N. ” Unlike yours, his voice betrayed no hostility, rather, he sounded quite amused.
You and Dick Grayson had never been close. In fact, you thought of him as more a stranger than a stepbrother. Bruce Wayne had adopted you into the family after Dick had already packed his bags and moved out of the manor to Blüdhaven. The only times you saw Dick was when somebody died and you had to attend the funeral.
You didn’t grow up with him like you had Jason. And now that Jason was gone, it was suddenly like the golden “boy wonder” had been trying to squeeze himself into your life to make up for it. Ever since the detective had arrived in Gotham last week on “private business”— whatever, you didn’t want or care to know—he’d been “checking in” on you a bit too often.
“Are you making small talk ‘cuz you’re bored or are you just being annoying?”
“I’m in the middle of something actually.”
You stilled to listen closely, and now that he mentioned it, it did sound like he was in the middle of a fight.
“Well, I would offer to help you but— ”you paused, wincing at what sounded like a man being punched in the gut. “—seems like you got it covered.”
“More than covered, sweetheart. Unlike what you’re wearing.” He made it sound like he was joking; though, the remark itself had bite.
“What?” What the fuck was that supposed to mean?
“That dress. Seems a little much for a first date don’t you think?”
You heard a yelp of pain in the background. Dick probably had some guy’s arm twisted around.
“How the fuck would you know what I’m wearing? Or that I’m going on a date?”
You eyed the room while putting on the other half of your earrings. The idea of privacy wasn’t exactly a thing at Wayne Manor. That was the whole reason you moved out and into your penthouse apartment in the city.
If for some reason he had seen you, he would’ve seen your figure in a slinky black mini-dress. A tasteful, but still unapologetic show of legs, cocoa skin, and cleavage all in one.
“That guy plastered you on a billboard in the middle of Gotham. So, y’know, doesn’t take a genius to figure it out. And relax, your comms was on. You ever notice that you talk to yourself? Like a lot.”
He was about to be talking to himself if he didn’t shut the fuck up soon.
Ok, breathe. In. 1. 2. 3. Out. 1. 2. 3.
You were violently broken out of your breathing exercise when a screaming welp and cracking of bones sounded through the earpiece.
Dick spoke again, slightly winded. “Bruce say you could wear that?”
“Yes, Dick. Actually, he’s the one that bought it for me,” You deadpanned, voice dripping with sarcasm. Besides the fact that the old man would not give a flying fuck about your wardrobe, you were way too old to be slutshamed or worse, babysat.
“Now I know you’re fucking with me. He has way better taste than that.” You could hear the mirth in his voice; he was clearly just trying to banter with you.
“Oh like you would know anything about taste, Discowing.”
“…”
You got him there.
“Just make sure—”
“Good night, Richard.” You closed the line before he could give you another lecture and pocketed the listening device into your purse.
You regarded yourself in the mirror one last time. It was a certified banger of an outfit, went quadruple platinum in all the clubs in Gotham’s nightlife scene. But that’s not where you were going tonight.
Feeling a little paranoid, you quickly scanned your apartment for any sign that you’d been bugged. Finding nothing, you shut the lights and locked the door behind you. Tonight you did have a date, with one of Gotham’s most eligible bachelors at that. So you were going to look hot and that annoying buzzing in your ear was just going to have to deal with it.
A sleek Tesla was waiting for you at the curb in front of your apartment building. You gave a small wave to a handsome blonde-haired man leaning against the sports car.
Your date was Michael Carter, some hotshot tech CEO you’d never heard of before until his company, Goldstar Inc. blew up out of nowhere. From what you knew of him he wasn’t as famous or rich as your billionaire adoptive father, but what he lacked in influence, he made up for in boundless persistence.
For the past month and a half, he’d been courting you with bouquets of roses, designer shoes and handbags, and more recently a billboard of you in the middle of Times Square asking you out. The billboard was what made you finally go out with him, not particularly because you liked grandiose gestures from douchebags, but mostly so he could leave you alone.
When you approached Michael he let out an appreciative whistle, and you let him wrap his arms around you in greeting. He looked down at you, appraising you and probably getting an eyeful of your tits at the same time.
“You are an absolute knockout. Who’s the lucky guy?” He quipped, eliciting an eye roll from you.
Yes, he was also very corny but you decided you liked that about him. You’d dated too many men before that reminded you of the men in your family, and this Michael character was a blonde spark of life, a welcomed change from all the brooding and the fucking bats.
“Hope I didn’t make you wait too long.”
“Oh, I don’t mind waiting. Got a lot of time on my hands.”
You smiled up at him, steadying yourself on his arms and feeling the muscle underneath your fingertips. You had to admit, even though he was corny he was complete eye candy. Built like a football player, dimples, pretty face…Yep, you were definitely going to fuck him tonight.
Your eye caught sight of something from over Michael’s shoulder. You shuddered; not because of the temperature—It was a warm enough summer night— but because you could feel that you were being watched. There was… a shadow… lurking on a nearby building.
Michael followed your line of sight to peer over at the dark, confused at where you were staring.
“Something the matter, princess? You cold?” He rubbed some heat into the goosebumps pebbling your arm.
“N-no. It’s nothing. Sorry,” You shook your head, breaking away from him to climb into the passenger seat, swiftly shutting your door before he could offer to close it for you. He scrambled back to the driver’s seat, clearly caught off guard from your sudden change in demeanor.
“How about we—” Michael turned toward you, mouth open in mid-sentence.
“Drive.” You cut him off.
“Excuse me, what?” He blinked in confusion.
“Now.”
“A-alright.” He paused, perplexed, then quietly obeyed, gripping the steering wheel as he pulled away from the curb.
You fished into your purse, opening your messaging app to type out DON’T FOLLOW before hitting send. You didn’t need to see the reply to confirm your suspicions you were being stalked, and you knew Dick Grayson well enough to know he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t.
You frowned at the empty seat in front of you. You had already arrived at the restaurant and taken your orders, but your date had been taking a “business call” in the bathroom for over 20 minutes now. You were starting to think you had been ditched.
“This seat taken?”
You looked up but instead of your date you were greeted by the sight of Dick Grayson in a crisp navy button-down rolled up at the sleeves. He looked like he could be a CEO in his own right, like the kind of CEOs people read in romance novels.
His forearms looked extremely capable, courtesy of his rigorous training; Broad shoulders and dense muscle made his shirt fit slightly too small. He cleaned up nice, a bit too nice since other women kept sneaking glances at your table.
Dick was an undeniably handsome man, but you would never admit that to him. Instead you gave him a withering glare.
“I don’t know what you think you’re doing but whatever it is, I didn’t ask.”
“So a guy can’t catch up with family after work now?” He sat down in front of you with a look feigning offense until it melted into a playful grin. He looked a bit too smug taking the spot of where your date would’ve been.
“You’re really shameless y’know that? You showing up and expecting me to just welcome you with open arms does not make you family.” You leaned back and crossed your arms. “What the hell did you do with Michael, Dick?”
“What did I do? What, you think I killed him? Like on some mobster Falcone shit?”
“No, like on some Bruce Wayne shit. Real chip off the old block.” You scoffed. “I know you paid him off. It’s the same story with every other guy I’ve dated.”
He was silent as if mulling over whether or not to own up to the accusation.“I gave them an option and they took it,” he said simply as if there wasn't anything wrong with what he just confessed.
“And here I thought I was the problem.”
“Might be. If you keep choosing guys that’ll walk out on you at the whiff of a few bucks.”
“Fuck you, Dick.” You shot him two middle fingers and gathered your things to go. You weren’t gonna stay and hear this shit.
“They were all full of shit and you know it.”
“D-did anyone order the steak?”
Dick broke his serious gaze from you and flashed a dimpled smile to ease the nervous waiter.
“We’ll take it to-go, thanks.”
You watched your 5th Uber request get denied and sighed. You really didn’t want to have to resort to getting the Wayne driver, but these were incredibly desperate times. Maybe if you faked being in danger, they could get to you fast enough to escape from Dick.
You were in the middle of dialing the number up when you felt something heavy across your back; The smell of leather, wood, and spice interrupted your thoughts. You didn’t refuse the warmth; it was welcome. Somehow it had gotten colder than you had originally accounted for.
“Really good thing I was here. Looks like someone needs a ride,” you felt Dick whisper into your ear. He gave your shoulders a playful squeeze and walked ahead of you to his car. You looked up just in time to see him, head turned and smirking back at you.
“Shut. Up. Just take me home,” You gritted out.
“Your chariot awaits.” He tipped an invisible top hat your direction, bowing theatrically as he opened the passenger door to his car. God he was annoying. You slipped past him, and kicked off your heels as soon as you hit the plush leather seat.
The drive back to your apartment was quiet. You weren’t surprised that he seemed to know exactly where you lived. Which, due to the nature of your job was to be expected. Bruce probably had you all chipped anyway, but you appreciated the illusion of privacy at the very least.
You turned your head to stare thoughtfully at his side profile as he drove, one hand on the steering wheel, the other arm resting on the shift. It was oddly intimate to watch him from this perspective. Gotham City’s lights waxed and waned across his face as you passed through the night streets.
“What?” He seemed uncharacteristically conscious under your gaze.
“So…you’re saying I need to date some sort of incorruptible and righteous superhero. That would be good enough for you, right? Someone that can’t be bought or bribed?”
He glanced at you brow furrowed before returning his attention to the road. “Wasn't saying that.”
“Now that I’m thinking about it Hal Jordan’s kinda cute.”
“Real classy, Y/N,” He said, visibly irritated now.
“What? What’s wrong with Hal?” You pressed, knowing you’d struck a nerve. Dick was terribly predictable and fun to annoy when he wasn’t busy annoying you.
“Uh I don’t know, maybe the fact that he’s Bruce’s friend?”
“Please, they’re barely friends. Coworkers at best.” Since when was that an issue for the dude who hooked up with the commissioner’s daughter anyway? The hypocrisy was truly baffling.
“No.”
“Fine,” You pouted at him. “Everyone cares about money, Dick. It’s Gotham. And you don’t even live here anymore, so who else does that leave that money won’t sway? Alfred?”
He gave you a pointed silence, not in any more mood for the topic of conversation. “We’re here.”
You blinked, surprised. Sure enough, you were in the familiar surroundings of your parking garage. Maybe you’d been too busy staring at the cut of the older man’s jaw to notice you were already home.
“You’re not gonna walk me up? ‘Cuz If I didn’t know any better, I’d have thought you were my personal bodyguard.”
“Goodnight, Y/N.”
“Cockblocker.” You muttered under your breath as you scuffed your heels back on. You shrugged out of his jacket and exited the car.
“Hey, wait! Keep the jacket on, it’s cold,” He called after you, but you only waved him off dismissively. You heard his car door slam shut and in a few strides, he was next to you again, draping the jacket over your shoulders.
He wordlessly joined you in the elevator, pushing the button to your floor like he'd been there before. At the door of your apartment, he passed along the plastic bag filled with restaurant takeout.
You briefly considered the raven haired man and then the takeout bag in your hand. “I’m probably gonna regret this, but…you hungry?”
“I could eat,” Dick shrugged, following after you into your apartment.
You kicked off your heels and made a beeline to the kitchen. “Bathroom’s on the right. Just make yourself at home. I would give you a tour but, you probably already know your way around.”
“Thanks, but it’s the first time I’ve been in here, Y/N.” He replied drily, hands stuffed in his pockets. “Look, I know you don’t trust me, but I wouldn’t do that, ok?”
You only hummed, not really believing him. Dick Grayson wasn’t the type to lie, he was the type to withhold.
You set down your bag on the kitchen table, reaching into the cupboard. “Wine?”
He jingled his car keys as an answer.
“Ah. Right. ‘Protect and serve’ not ‘drink and drive’, got it.”
Dick seemed to be paying a lot of attention to the knickknacks on your shelf. You watched him pick up a few photo frames, inspect them closely for a bit and then carefully set them back In their places.
“You’re making my living room look like a crime scene, officer.” You chided strolling in closer. “What, are you gonna need a baggie for that evidence too?”
He rolled his eyes and shook his head, humored. “I didn’t know you liked photography is all.”
“Yea well, there’s a lot of things you don’t know about me.”
“I know enough.”
“Like what?”
He looked around the room and then settled on the books and magazines stacked on your coffee table. “You’re into fashion.”
“Well yea, I’m a model, Dick. Not exactly breaking news,” You scoffed. “You sure you’re a detective?”
He broke into a grin, the kind of grin that made the dimples in his cheeks deepen. It was like he genuinely liked when you made fun of him. “Well, I also know you also have terrible taste in men so…”
“Have you considered that maybe I just wanted to get laid?”
“No, and I hope that never crosses my mind." He made a face like the very thought disturbed him. "Besides, you don’t want that.”
You chose to ignore the blatant patronizing. “Not a want; It’s a need. A biological one. Girls have those too y’know.”
“Ugh alright, can we change the subject now, please?” He wrinkled his nose, cheeks faintly flushed. It would’ve been so easy to tease him about how cute he looked blushing.
“You’re the one that brought it up.”
“I did not bring that up. I’m…just saying that I know you’re not that type of girl.”
“Not that type of—And what would that be?” You narrowed your eyes at him.
“The one-night stand type. That’s not you.”
“How would you know what I am and what I’m not?” You retorted, agitation building. Getting date-ditched was one thing but getting mansplained to about your sex life was just the cherry on top of a shitty Saturday night.
“I know you,” He spoke slowly with an edge that confirmed your suspicions; The tone in his voice was backed by knowledge of your history—who you were before Bruce rescued you out of that hell and scrubbed your background clean.
“More like you’ve been stalking me. That’s not fair, Dick. You can look up all the data you want on me on that supercomputer but you don’t get to know me. It’s—it’s too late for that.”
You thought about Jason and how he was ripped away from you too soon. Tears fell faster than you could stop them. One second you were ok and the next, Dick had crossed the room to bring you into his arms. You fisted his shirt as you cried into his shoulder.
“You weren’t here. You left. You left us.”
“I know. I’m sorry.” He comforted softly, tightening his arms around you.
“That’s not fair, Dick. It’s not fair.” You can’t remember the last time you cried this pathetically. He was rocking you gently now, whispering apologies in your ear.
“I know. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Y/N. I’m gonna make it right.”
He gazed at you now, a sadness in his eyes. You wondered what exactly he meant by that. The only way to make it right was to bring Jason back.
He gently held your face in his hands, thumbs swiping away stray tears. Years of training had calloused his fingers and you could feel them now against your cheeks.
“Let me make it up to you. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
His soothing voice released flutters in your stomach—a bubbling concoction of fear, anticipation, and…something more.
Inhale. 1. 2. 3.
Your breathing became shallow as he brought his head down, lips hesitant before yours. When you didn’t move away he brushed against you, softly first, waiting for permission until your eyes fluttered closed and you finally let him in.
Your cheeks burned. Something about kissing him made you embarrassed or maybe you were ashamed, like you knew you were doing something you shouldn’t.
You fumbled out of his jacket, now too hot, and pawed frantically at the buttons on his shirt. He kissed you with more passion, swallowing your moans as his hands shamelessly roamed your body, groping and grabbing handfuls of your ass.
“Bedroom. My bedroom.” You said quickly between fraught kisses. If you hadn’t, he would’ve probably taken you right there on the sofa.
He nodded in agreement, picking you up with ease and swiftly treading to your room with you in tow. He set you on the bed and resumed where he left off until you were lying under him. That’s when you could feel him, all of him, pressing against you.
“‘m gonna make you feel good.”
Ripples of abs and lean muscle ground against you as he kissed down your neck. You gasped softly when his hand moved to rub you over the cloth of your panties.
“Wanna see you. Please, let me see you.”
He tugged the top of your dress down, undoing the clasp of your bra and revealing to him the peaks of your tawny nipples. You inhaled sharply, watching him take your breast into his mouth, eyes on you, as he licked and sucked.
You writhed under him, already overwhelmed by everything he was doing to you. He snaked his hand back into the front of your now-soaked panties, rubbing at first and then inserting a finger, then two until you were stretching around him.
“So wet for me, my pretty girl. Look at you milking my fingers in this slutty little dress. You were gonna let him do this to you, right? You were gonna let him finger your pussy too huh, baby?”
You whimpered his name, eyes wide as he continued to speak with his fingers squelching in and out of you. Normal, everyday Dick Grayson had the image of being a “nice guy”. He was probably that neighbor you’d ask to borrow sugar from; You would never expect to hear such dirty words coming from his mouth.
He hiked up the skirt of your dress some more and brought your hips to his face.
“Let me take care of you, huh? Let me take care of this pretty little cunt.”
You cursed softly, as he began to kiss and suck around your clit as he fingered you.
“Fuck,” He groaned, “You taste so good, baby.”
He lapped at your cunt, making lewd slurps and noises. When he removed his fingers, he replaced them with his tongue and the sensation made you squirm.
“Quit moving so much. Didn’t you say you wanted to get laid? Don’t you want me to eat you out?”
“Y-yes. I want—Mmhfuck.” You nodded, finally finding some semblance of language. The way he spoke down to you was so agonizingly frustrating. It reminded you how patronizing he'd been earlier that night, telling you to cover up and dictating your life for you.
“You haven’t been fucked in a while, huh?” He mocked. “That’s why you were gonna let some guy you met today fuck you—Such a fucking slut that’s why you wore that, right?”
You whined at his words, bucking to earn some more friction from him.
“Holy shit, you like that? You like when I call you a slut.” His smile grew as if he just made a huge discovery. “Yea, ‘course you like it. Should’ve spread your legs on that billboard that guy bought. Let Gotham see how much of a fucking whore you are.”
Your cheeks warmed in embarrassment. You felt betrayed by the physical reaction you gave with how crudely he was speaking. He'd figured you out; You liked being treated like a cockdumb slut.
He planted a few more kisses on your thigh, unbuckling his pants with a free hand.
“Wait for me, babe. Touch yourself and wait for me like a good girl.”
You obeyed, rubbing at your throbbing mound to no avail. Your fingers didn’t feel as good as his did.
He freed his cock from his underwear and you could see it now, leaking beads of precum from the tip, swollen and bobbing up against his well-defined stomach. Your mouth watered, you wanted to feel all of him on your tongue. But when you reached for him, he brought your fingers up to his mouth instead, sucking the pussy juices off your fingertips. He kissed your knuckles and returned your hand to you.
“Keep those pretty fingers busy, sweetheart.”
He stroked slowly, watching you tentatively squeeze one of your breasts, your other hand rubbing and dipping between your folds.
“Fuck you’re so fucking beautiful.” He groaned before he kneeled to position himself between your legs, aligning himself at your entrance.
“You just need a cock to fill you up, doesn’t matter which one, huh? That’s what you wanted, right?”
He rubbed himself against you, tip occasionally catching on a soft divot, but not fully being inserted inside.
“You’d even let your stepbrother fuck you, huh? That’s how much of a dirty little slut you are.”
You felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes, a mixture of humiliation, frustration, and desire. How could your body like it so much when he was being so vulgar, so mean?
“Please, I need—“ You panted, trying to push yourself onto his cock for release.
“Mmh? Speak up, princess. What do you need?”
“F-fill me up. I need you to fill me up.”
“Only good girls get filled up Y/N. But you’ve been talking back to me all day like a fucking brat. You gonna be a good girl for me, baby?
You nodded dumbly in agreement. He pushed inside you a little deeper, only to take it out again.
“P—lease, I’ll be good. Just—need you inside.”
If only the patients at Arkham Asylum could see you now. They’d probably grab front-row seats to see you pathetically begging for some cock.
“You could barely take my fingers, princess. You sure it’ll fit?”
He was right. It was a tighter fit than you anticipated, but you could feel him now hot and pulsating as he stretched you out.
“You’re doing so well for me, baby. C’mon you can take it.” He cooed, muttering curses to himself until he finally bottomed out, fully seated inside you.
You moaned, holding onto his forearms as he rutted in and out of you. You could see his length disappear and reappear with every thrust, gathering a ring of your cream around his base.
“How do you feel princess?” He grunted out, pace quickening. “How does it feel to have me balls deep inside that tight little cunt?”
“It. Feels. So. Goo—Ahmmhfuck.” You clenched around him, voice vibrating with every thrust.
“Fuck, you’re milking me, sweetheart.” He laughed, voice smug. “You’ve thought about this before, haven’t you. Fuck, you’re so fucking dirty. You been thinking about my cock filling you up huh? Being my personal fleshlight? It’s everything you ever dreamed of right?”
You could tell he was enjoying this, enjoying degrading you as you laid helpless underneath him, your release depending entirely on him. It was infuriating that he had this much power over you, but the amount of pleasure he was currently giving you superseded your pride.
He pushed your thighs back as he went deeper into an unforgiving mating press, knees by your ears, not caring that you weren’t as flexible as he was.
“Such a good girl taking my cock so well. Wanted this for so long. You’re so pretty. You’re so fucking pretty. You feel so good; so good for me.”
He moaned into your ear, placing sloppy kisses at your mouth and jaw.
“This pussy’s made for me. You’re made for me. I’m the only one who can make you feel this good.”
You felt his balls smack heavily against your ass as he continued to pound his fat cock into your sensitive cunt, reaching your G-spot.
“Whose is it, baby? Whose pussy is it? Please, baby. Say it’s mine. Just for me.”
“I-it’s yours. O-only. Yours.” You gasped out, feeling a warmth blooming at the apex of your thighs as you came unraveled underneath him.
His length twitched as he unloaded thick ropes of cum inside you, some of it leaking out and down your ass as he thrusted deeper.
"That's right, take my cum. Take it, it's yours. It's all yours."
He continued to fuck his cum into you until your walls squeezed around him, coaxing out every last drop.
It was morning now and sunlight peeked out from between the gaps in your curtains. You grounded yourself back into your senses. Your satin pillowcase cooled your cheek, but there was an unfamiliar warmth pinning you down—an arm wrapped around your waist.
He was half-hard now, erection resting lightly against the plump of your ass. You could feel his chest rising and falling, warm against your back as he slept. Deep breaths in. 1. 2. 3. Out. 1. 2. 3.
You liked the way you fit together, your soft curves snug against his hardened body.
You turned a little to try and meet his eyes but your stirring only prompted soft kisses at your shoulder, and a strong arm pulling you ever closer, willing you not to leave the bed.
“Good morning.” He said between nips and kisses, intertwining fingers in yours. “What do you want for breakfast, beautiful?”
“Hmm? You’re still here.” It was more of a statement than a question.
“‘m still here.” He mumbled against your neck. His morning voice became noticeably deeper when sleep still clung to it.
“Not a one night stand type of guy?”
He chuckled softly, the contented sound losing itself in the groove of your shoulder.
“Nope. More like one night and one morning stand.”
You smiled at the terrible joke but willed it away quickly before he could see it.
“I saw that smile,” He accused.
“No, you didn’t.” You tried to smother the corners of your mouth downward again. “You know for someone so smart you say a lot of stupid shit.”
“Aww, you think I’m smart, babe?” You didn’t have to look at him to know he probably had the dumbest smile plastered on his face.
You rolled your eyes. “You also realize you talk way too much right?”
“You weren’t saying that last night.” He palmed your breast, kneading it softly. “Got so turned on you were literally begging me to fuck you. You were all like ‘Please daddy, please fuck me.’”
“I did not say that shit, weirdo.”
“It was implied.” He simpered.
You couldn’t help it; you were giggling now too. “You are such a dumbass.”
“First I’m smart, now I’m a dumbass. Which one is it, hm?”
“Hmm, let me see…Which one is the quiet one, again?”
“You wouldn’t like it if I was quiet, though.” His voice had a hint of challenge in it.
You pursed your lips. He wasn’t entirely wrong.
“See? I know that filthy shit gets you going. Wanna test that theory, baby?” He murmured, kissing the shell of your ear. “See if you’ll call me daddy?"
Evidently he wasn’t the only one who got off to dirty talk. His cock was now fully hard and pressing against your ass.
He rolled on his stomach, pulling you closer to him by the thighs. Your eyes fluttered closed as he nuzzled into your sex, laving and sucking, deep blue eyes locked on you. His lips curled into a smile against you when you moaned and sighed with pleasure.
Dick pulled up briefly, pussy drunk, wearing his spit and your essence on his face like a badge of honor. He peppered a languid trail of drowsy kisses from your mouth and up your jaw as you spoke.
“Wha-what happened to breakfast?” Your question spilled out breathlessly from the way his mouth worked, a futile attempt at remaining coherent. Losing face now meant inflating his ego, especially if you proved his little “theory” a bit too quickly.
“How about I eat you out first, then you let me fuck my cum down your throat later, yea?”
His suggestive whisper sent a heavy wave of arousal straight to your heat.
Fuck.
Your bodies became a desperate tangle of limbs; your legs wrapped around his hips as you bucked up to grind against him, wanting—no, needing— him back inside you. Breakfast was definitely going to have to wait.
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Jason Todd/Arkham Knight X AFAB!Reader - Ghosts (Final)
Warnings: Smut (18+), angst, swearing. Wrap it before you tap it, friends.
Word Count: 2.8k
Entangling yourself in the rafters of a warehouse, you watch from a distance as militiamen haul equipment from underground tunnels. You have to give it to the Knight, he has his ass covered when it comes to staying under the Bat’s radar.
You did as he requested, covering up every single loose end that would catch Batman’s eye. It scares you how quickly you changed over the course of six months, but you can’t blame yourself. The Arkham Knight left you alone after setting fire to your world. Unfortunate witnesses were disposed of without hesitation, your body was pushed beyond its limits, and your tech was further developed to ensure you would never lose your edge again. The Knight may have caught you in his web, but you will make sure that you survive.
His presence could be felt everywhere. The Knight left, but you know he has eyes and ears on you. It’s a risky choice to bring an unknown factor into his fragile plan. You’ve guarded his secrets, going so far as to manipulate Batman into avoiding any loose ends that could risk exposure. You’re sure that came at a cost, your anonymity crumbling as you put your ghostly status on the line for the sake of the Knight’s plan.
Huffing, you maneuver yourself towards the exit, sick of watching the militia filtering in like ants. Slipping out of the building, you move to the roof of the building and sigh. It’s a cold night. One that’s just the right temperature to sink its freezing claws right through your armor. An upgrade for some type of heater would be nice, but it would defeat the purpose of being uncomfortable in this uniform.
The design is similar to your previous ones, but it’s significantly more offensive. You can’t even remember how you survived like that, a nobody that relied on being unseen. That night 6 months ago scared the shit out of you, but you guess death staring you in the face shifted your priorities. You were just as unaware as Gotham is right now, oblivious to the bigger threat until it sideswipes you and everything you built yourself to be.
Your head twitches as you hear a quiet thud as someone lands behind you. You’re thankful that you gave yourself a 360 degree feed of your surroundings, or else you’d whip around cluelessly to see who it is. No, it’s not Batman, but it’s another presence that you’ve been dreading. You turn around.
He hasn’t changed one bit. Your heartbeat quickens as soon as you see him with your own eyes, his hulking figure growing closer and closer. It’s like a game of cat and mouse, and you’re sure he’s stalking towards you like you’re his prey. He closes the distance between you, the glowing eyes from his helmet burning into yours.
“I wasn’t expecting you to be here,” you say, glad that your helmet disguised the shakiness of your voice.
You lean back against the railing, holding eye contact as he leans forward. His armor clinks against yours. The biting cold disappears as his body heat spreads over you. A shiver threatens to crawl up your spine, but you manage to keep it at bay. Gods, he’s been gone for 6 months and you can’t even keep it together the second he’s back.
“I wanted to talk,” he states, his eyes moving out to look at the city. “There’s been a change in plans.”
You push yourself away from the railing, unsure how this conversation will continue, “Don’t tell me you’re cutting me out. I’ve done everything that you’ve asked without question.”
“And you will be rewarded for that,” he replies, turning to look at you, “but Batman is mine alone to face. I need you to do something else when everything goes down, something crucial.”
You fold your arms, the cold sinking its claws into you once again, “What’s so crucial to remove me from the fight? What has changed?”
“You,” he responds.
You tilt your head, unsure what response will follow.
“You sacrificed a lot to protect this,” he says, gesturing to the building below. “Batman is catching onto you, and I can’t risk connecting you to us. This fight is not worth your secrecy.”
“This fight,” you spit, “has become everything to me. You can’t-”
“I can't do what?” the Knight asks, stepping into your space once again.
You glare at him, “Batman is going to die, why are you so set on preventing something that won’t even matter? Getting cold feet?”
His hand immediately wraps around your throat, lifting you from the ground as he pulls you closer to his face. Your helmets knock together from the impact. Your arms move to push yourself away, free yourself from his grasp, but he doesn’t budge.
“Struck a nerve?” you choke out, “Good, we’re both feeling like shit.”
You struggle against his grip once again, your legs flailing to ruin his balance. He slightly struggles to keep you close, allowing you to stand. His hands remain fastened to your neck, yet his grip loosens. The cold weather is long forgotten as your heart beats too damn fast. You can’t help but chuckle, your feelings mixed as he ignites something in you. It’s the spark that he stole from you six months ago.
The endless void that consumed you all these months is finally satiated as soon as he presses the release on his helmet, the mask lifting up to reveal that face that’s taunted you in your dreams. Your helm is next, the cold air burning against your heated face.
You finally allow yourself to see him as Jason, not the Arkham Knight. His sunken, but fiery eyes take you in. His spare hand slowly travels down your back, pushing you against him. A slight gasp escapes your mouth, your eyes wandering all over his face for some type of hint at what he’s planning to do with you. He angles your head, almost as if he’s considering snapping your neck, but he leans in and forcefully molds his lips to yours.
Your eyes flutter as the months of tension finally melt away, your hands grasping the edges of his armor plating as if it’s your lifeline. The hand around your neck slips away, moving to stabilize your back. Jason pulls you even closer, nearly crushing whatever air supply you have left.
You’re the one to pull away, staring into his eyes as your hand moves to grasp his chin, “What do you want, Jason?”
“You,” he responds, your helmets knocking together as he tries to kiss you again. “It’s always been you.”
Leaning forward, you scrape your helm against his, “You’re going to have to try and get me first.”
Sweeping underneath his legs, Jason falls to the ground as you run for the railing. You flip over it, closing your faceplate as you fall. Aiming your grappling hook, you gracefully use your momentum to launch yourself towards your nearest safe house. You run across the side of the building as you aim once again, flipping onto the nearest rooftop.
Maybe it was a little childish to run away like that, but the look on his face made it worth it. Jason will catch you, you’ll make sure of it, but you want to make him work for it. Laughing, you take the most complicated route you can muster, taking so many twists and turns it nearly confuses you. Your display warns you he’s close, following close behind. He’s almost as terrifying as the night that you first encountered him, but this isn’t the Arkham Knight chasing you. Jason Todd is many things, but he’s not a patient man.
You silently sprint over Gotham citizens that have no clue what’s about to happen, just going about their daily lives as more weapons and men are brought in by the day.
Once you’ve finally reached your destination, you input a command. Your window slides open, allowing you to slip right in without breaking the damned thing. Out of breath, you keep the lights off and wait for him to enter the room. He’s only a few seconds behind you and nearly breaks the window to get in. Without hesitation he tears his helmet off and tosses it onto a nearby chair.
You do the same as he stalks towards you, knocking it out of your hand as he forces you into the wall behind you. He traps you, pushing his hips forward to press you further into the wall. You curse your armor for its padding, barely feeling a thing as one of his knees slips between your legs. Both of your armor plating scrapes against the other as he finally yanks you in for a kiss. You’re both hungry for each other, finally giving in to the feelings that were buried for half a goddamned year.
“Ja-ay,” you stutter out, gasping as he pins your arms to the wall with one hand.
He glances at the gauntlets on your forearms, allowing one of your arms to escape from his grasp.
“Take it off,” he commands.
His voice makes you shiver, the vibrations running straight to your core. Your fingers reach over to the gauntlet still entrapped in his grasp. You shakily input the code, sighing in relief as your suit unlocks itself. Jason releases your arm.
Your suit loosens around you, your gauntlets and boots whirring open as they unclamp themselves from you. Removing your gloves, you finally place your unclothed hands onto his face. Your fingernails scrape against his face until they’re embedded into his hair. He grunts as he tosses away any stubborn hardware that refuses to fall to the floor. Jason pushes your hands away from him, finally allowing your bodysuit to fall from your frame.
Jason steps back and takes you in, his eyes nearly black as they devour the image of you. You’re left with your binder and underwear, your body exposed to him. He takes a few steps back and sits on your lounge chair.
“Come here,” Jason growls, leaning back into the chair.
You kick off your boots and step out of your suit, slowly stepping towards him. He removes his gloves and tosses them to the side, finally revealing those damn hands that he can’t keep off of you. The veins are visible even from a few feet away, driving you insane. Jason then removes his upper armor, finally letting you see him.
Once you finally get close enough, he pulls you onto his thigh. His thigh holsters drag deliciously across your clit, forcing a gasp out of you. Jason’s fingers dig into your hips, keeping you still. Huffing, you lean forward and dig your hands into his black hair. You let your hands roam as you explore his mouth, breathing heavily as he finally breaks.
Jason grabs your leg and pulls you closer, rutting into you as your teeth clink together. His hands roam your body, tracing each visible scar you’ve accumulated as the Ghost of Gotham. You’re stuck in the light from the window while Jason remains in the shadows, his figure hidden from you.
“You’re pretty bold for someone who’s benching me,” you bite out, moaning as his attention moves to your throat.
He scrapes his teeth against your pulse point, holding you still as his tongue explores your skin, “You’re talkative for a dead woman.”
A laugh escapes your throat, but it soon morphs into a gasp as he finally allows you to grind down on him.
“You need me,” you whisper, your voice wavering as he guides your hips across his bulge. “You’re just too afraid to let me slip between your fingers.”
“Why would I allow that?” Jason asks, pushing himself from the chair and taking you with him. “When I could keep you all to myself? Bedroom?”
“Door to the right,” you respond, wrapping yourself around him tightly as he maneuvers through your safehouse.
He kicks the door open, most likely splintering the wood, but you can’t even give a damn. You’re shoved against the bed, each kiss growing messier and messier until he rips your binder off of you. Your underwear is next as he cuts the fabric with his knife.
You shiver at the cold metal touching your heated skin. Jason drags the blade up, moving from your hips all the way up to your throat. You quiver as the knife stops at your throat, as if he’s considering embedding the metal into your flesh.
“I should kill you for what you said,” he whispers, slamming the knife in the nightstand beside the bed.
“You won’t,” you retort, gasping as his fingers slide into you without warning. “Fuck, you n-need me.”
You stubbornly hold back any noises that threaten to escape your throat. His fingers drag deliciously across your walls, forcing your hand to shoot out and grip his shoulder.
“Tell me you’re going to listen,” he orders, leaning forward to bite the column of your throat. “That you’ll leave Batman to me.”
“Fuck, why would you want to face him without me?” you ask, your voice wavering as he marks your neck.
“That’s not what I asked you to answer,” Jason says darkly, pulling his fingers away from you.
“Tell me why and I’ll consider it,” you snark back, your stubbornness wavering as he unbuckles his belt.
Jason doesn’t answer, only pushing down his tactical pants and boxers before kicking them aside as an answer. He leans forward, stealing another kiss from you before pushing you back into the bed. Without warning, he rolls you over so he’s beneath you. You stabilize yourself and look down on him, his intentions unclear.
“After everything I’ve done for you,” Jason tuts, lifting you hips up before sinking you down on his cock. “I’d expect you to be thankful.”
“What have you done for m-”
He pulls your hips down, forcing you to take him in one thrust. Your mind goes fuzzy, unable to compute anything as a loud moan finally escapes from you. He stays there, watching your resolve fall apart with a smirk.
“There’s my thank you,” he chuckles, waiting for you to recollect your thoughts.
His fingers circle around your clit, making your recovery much more difficult. Your body betrays you as your hips start to move, grinding down on him as you finally adjust to his size.
You look down at him, watching every little change his face makes whenever you moved. He’s doing the same, his grip tightening on your hips. You’re sure that there will be bruises all over you by the time the two of you are done. Knowing that it’ll only get you in more trouble to be a brat to him, you lean down and adjust your hand placement.
Jason’s hands abandon your hips to spread your legs even further apart, forcing you to start bouncing on his cock. His hands are back onto your hips, reinforcing each thrust with his own. The two of you set a brutal pace, taking whatever you could from the other until you couldn’t stand it. You’re sure that you’ll have divots where his hands grip onto you.
“Tell me you’re going to obey your orders,” Jason says, abandoning his grip on your waist.
His hands slide up, weaving around your back to pull you closer. He controls the pace from there, dragging it out torturously until you break.
“I’ll obey,” you relent, your climax growing closer and closer as he takes in your answer. “Just- please!”
You melt in his arms as he takes control, thrusting into you like it’s his fucking job. One hand slips up and guides your face to look at him. He watches as you fall apart because of him, how quick your breathing becomes, and how many walls you let fall for the sake of him.
Every little sound and movement you make spurs him on even more, slamming into you at a bruising rate until you finally came. Jason fucks you through it, keeping your shaking form as still as he can until he freezes. He ruts into you as his heavy breathing melds with yours.
He lets you go slack against him and rests his arms over your back. You sigh, closing your eyes. Jason begins ghosting his fingers over your skin, slowly tracing each of your scars. He stops when he traces over a ‘J’ in the upper center of your back. He immediately tenses.
“He got to you, too?” Jason whispers, his grip around you tightens.
You move your hand to his, moving his fingers away from the scar, “Not now, Jason, just… just stay like this for awhile.”
His hands move away, and he sighs, “Okay.”
You relax against him, exhaustion taking over as he continues to trace over the rest of your scars. The knife on the bedstand is all you can focus on, falling asleep to the metal decorated with your blood.
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The Copier Room (Jason Todd x Reader)*
Jason and Reader have some fun in the copier room of Wayne Enterprises
Warnings: SMUT!! UNDER18, GET OUT OF HERE / PnV, AFAB
MASTERLIST
“Bruce, I’ve got the files you left at the house that you wanted me to drop off.” Jason told the other man as he walked into the office, tossing the folder down onto the large desk, not really caring if the papers inside spilled out. If he wanted them all neat and tidy, he shouldn’t have forgotten them at the house.
“Thank you. That’s all I needed.” Bruce said, never looking up from whatever paperwork he was currently invested in. “I think (Y/n) has some files that need to go home if you want to stop and pick them up?”
Jason froze, shaking his head. “No can do. The last time I talked to her, I completely blew it and I don’t think I can mess up again.”
Bruce chuckled. “It’s cute that you have a crush on her, but she probably didn’t even notice.”
“I don’t have a crush on her! Well, ugh I probably do..” Jason groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Talking to her just makes me feel like I’m going to puke, I get so nervous.”
Bruce dropped his pen down onto the desk, leaning back in his chair while he looked over at Jason who was playing with some paper clips. “Is the Jason Todd afraid of talking to my assistant?”
Jason tossed the paperclips into the trash. He had bent them beyond repair, and there was no use saving them now. “Listen old man, I’m not like you. I don’t usually have girls falling at my feet.”
There was a soft knock at the door, Bruce of course saying that the person could come in. In walked (Y/n), a folder in hand. “Sorry to bother you Mr.Wayne, I was just looking to get your signature on these.”
“It’s okay (Y/n), you weren’t interrupting.” Bruce smiled as she walked over to hand him the papers. “Have you met Jason? He’s been working part time in the mailroom.” That wasn’t a complete lie. Bruce has told Jason, if he wanted to continue to live at the manor, he would have to start working. So as of now, he was the personal errand boy and would bring paperwork home once every week.
(Y/n) leaned slightly against the edge of Bruce’s desk while she looked over at the other man. She was eyeing him up and down and Jason could feel sweat start to form on the back of his neck. “I don’t think we’ve formally met. Normally every time I say hi, he runs right by.”
Bruce chuckled as the other man was trying to hide his face in the collar of his leather jacket. “(Y/n), if you get the chance could you give Jason the files I set aside for him to bring home? And could you be so kind as to show him where the photocopier is so he could make some copies?”
She nodded, grabbing the folder from his now outstretched hand. “Of course. Is there anything else that you need?” She asked him while she looked over at Jason who instantly looked away from her.
“That should be good. I’ll let you know if I think of anything else.” Bruce told her as she nodded, leaving the office. He then turned to Jason. “I wouldn’t keep her waiting if I were you.”
“I’m going to kill you one day.” Jason hissed at the other man while he went to follow the woman, practically slamming the office door behind him.
(Y/n) was standing outside the office door with a manilla folder in her hand, shoving it into Jason’s hands. “Here are the files he wanted to give you, now let’s go to that copier.” She told him, already starting to walk down the hallway.
It was something about women in an office that kind of scared Jason. He swore, women in high heels walking on polished hardwood could go faster than him on a good day. Then again, he didn’t mind that she was in front of him; he had an amazing view of her ass in a pencil skirt.
“This is the copier. We might have all the money we can dream of, but this thing is kind of a piece of shit.” (Y/n) told him with a smirk as she kicked the bottom of the machine. “You can’t repeat that.”
“My lips are sealed.” Jason chuckled as he got to work to make copies of the files. “How long have you worked here?” He asked her, eyes still focused on the buttons of the machine.
(Y/n) hopped up on the counter, crossing her legs at the ankles while she watched him. “A few years. I beat out a lot of other women for this job. But I think the fact that I don’t give him heart eyes every time I see him helps.”
“Normally at a lot of jobs, sleeping with the boss can only get you so far.” Jason mumbled. “How the hell do you work this thing?”
She rolled her eyes. “You put the paper in, and just hit the copy button. It’s not rocket science.”
Jason did as he was told, of course it worked almost instantly. “Sorry, I’m just not used to having to do actual office work. That’s why they just send me on errands.” He told her, feeling his cheeks heat up with slight embarrassment.
“I’ll walk you out.” She smiled, hopping off the counter with a soft click of her heels as she went to open the door. The handle moved, but the second she tried to open the door, it didn’t budge. “That’s weird.” She said under her breath as she tried the badge that was attached to her shirt, swiping it on the key-card access. Still nothing. “Door won’t open.”
“I’ll call Bruce.” Jason told her, pulling his phone out of his pocket. It rang twice before Bruce answered. “Hey, we’re locked in the copier room.”
“Oh yeah. We had to reboot the security. Shouldn’t be longer than 15 minutes.” The other man told him. “I would come let you out, but it seems I can’t leave my office either.”
Jason held his tongue, wanting to rip the other man a new one, but decided his best option was to shut his mouth. “Okay. Thanks for letting me know.” He said through grit teeth as he hung up and turned to look at the woman who was back sitting on the counter. “Seems they had to reset the security, and we’re stuck in here for 15 minutes.”
(Y/n) shrugged. “That’s okay. I’m sure we can think of something to do for 15 minutes.”
“Can I tell you something?” He asked, tossing the papers on top of the machine before he hopped up on the counter to sit next to her.
“Of course you can.” She told him, slightly moving closer to him so her shoulder was brushing up against his arm.
The slight touch didn’t go unnoticed by him. “I was going to tell you, that I’m sorry I’ve never stopped to say hi.”
She laughed, a hand over her mouth to try and suppress her laughter. “I shouldn’t be laughing. I just think it’s sweet that you said sorry.”
“What’s wrong with saying sorry? I would have thought you liked an apology.” Jason faked hurt, a hand over his heart as he turned to face her.
“There’s nothing wrong with apologizing, but I just never thought you did anything wrong.” (Y/n) told him, sighing. “You know, you’re nothing like your brother.”
Jason blinked. She must have meant Dick, as Tim and Damian practically never came into the office. “You mean Dick?”
She nodded. “He really lives up to his name. No matter what I would do or say, I could never shake his attention. He would always hit on me, and while I was flattered, I just wasn’t interested and he didn’t seem to understand that.”
“Yeah, he’s dumb as a brick.” He sighed with a chuckle. “If he really was persistent, it must have meant he liked you because he’ll follow anything with a pulse--no offense to you at all but he is just the biggest ass who has ever walked the planet.”
“No feelings hurt here. Just sucked that I got all his attention, and none from the guy I really wanted it from.” She told him, glancing over at him and practically seeing the gears turning in his mind to understand what she was saying.
His mouth opened and closed, almost like a fish as he looked at her with confusion written all on his face. “Are you saying that you like me?”
(Y/n) smiled, her cheeks dusted a soft pink. “I would have enjoyed telling you months ago if you didn’t race out of here at the drop of a hat every time I tried to say good morning to you.”
Jason groaned, his head falling into his hands. “I must look so stupid right now. There I was, too nervous to say shit to you because I thought you were beautiful and out of my league, and now you’re telling me you liked me all along?”
“Did you just call me beautiful?” She asked, nudging his leg slightly with her heel.
“I must be dreaming right now. There is no damn way that this is real life right now.” He laughed, looking at her. “But yes, you are so beautiful. I’m never one to stumble over words, or get nervous around anyone, but you make me so nervous.”
(Y/n) giggled, gently grabbing his hand. “I think it’s cute.”
“Okay now I’m starting to think that I’m going crazy.” He smiled as he leaned forward, gently resting a hand on her cheek. “I’m going to kiss you now, is that okay?”
She didn’t answer, but leaned in and softly kissed him. Her hands were resting on his chest while his were on either side of her face while they deepened the kiss. She slowly leaned forward and crawled onto his lap to straddle him on the counter, causing Jason to pull away from the kiss.
“Are we going to…” His question trailed away as he raised a brow. “I’m game if you are, I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“Do I really make you this soft?” She asked while he started to shrug off his leather jacket. “I thought you were a bad boy? What happened to that?”
Jason smirked. “You want me to be a bad boy? Be careful or you might get yourself interested in something you can’t handle.”
“You can do whatever you want to me. Just make sure that I can make it back to work when we’re done.” She told him, her lips softly nipping at his ear.
“Pretty sure I can do that.” He chucked, his hand gently reaching down to start to unbutton her blouse. “Normally, I would just rip right through these tiny buttons, but I think if I did that you would never want to fuck me.” He mumbled as he gently took her shirt off, mouth going dry at the sight of the lacy black bra that was underneath.
“Never seen a bra before?” She teased as she climbed off his lap, shimmying her skirt off; now standing in front of him in only her matching underwear.
Jason shook his head with a dry chuckle as he quickly took his shirt off. “I’ve seen a bra, but it’s not about the clothes. It’s about the amazing boobs that I know are under there.”
(Y/n) rolled her eyes as she bent down to pick up her skirt off the ground, causing him to wince. “Something wrong?”
“I hate to admit it, but you haven’t even touched me yet and I’m already hard.” He sighed, biting his lip while she reached forward to undo his belt.
His belt fell to the floor with a soft thud while she went to undo the button of his jeans. Sliding them down just enough to see where his dick was painfully pressed against his underwear. “Need me to take care of that for you?”
“Yes please.” He said breathlessly as she lowered his waistband; his dick springing free and slapping his stomach.
“Holy shit.” She gasped. “You’re huge.”
Jason turned red, not having the confidence to look her in the eyes. “I try not to brag.”
(Y/n) leaned down, one hand reaching forward to gently start to stroke his shaft; causing him to instantly throw his head back at the touch. “You should. It’s impressive.” She shot him a wink before she dipped her head down. Her tongue swiped over the tip once before she took all of him in her mouth.
“Oh my fucking god.” Jason groaned, one of his hands moving to her head as she started to bob her head back and forth. “You’re taking me so well. So good baby.” He could feel that he was getting closer; having not been touched like this in so long, he knew he wouldn’t be able to last if she continued to suck him off.
She could feel him twitch in her mouth, causing her to pull off of him with an audible pop. “Close are we?”
He chuckled with a nod. “Yeah. Would rather cum in your pussy if I’m honest.” He was grinning like a fool as he got up off the counter, picking her up with ease. “I’m going to fuck you on top of this piece of shit until it breaks.” He told her as he bent her over, tits pressed against the glass of the copier.
“I would love to see you try.” (Y/n) retorted as he slowly slipped her panties down. She was damp and sure of it, watching the piece of black fabric get tossed to the side.
“Oh baby, if you keep teasing me it’s not going to end well for you.” Jason smirked as he reached one hand up to cup her breast, hand sliding under the bra with ease. “I have a condom or are you on the pill?”
“I’m on the pill.” She breathed out, arching her back towards him.
Jason gently rolled her nipple with one hand while the other guided himself at her entrance. He slowly moved his hips forward with a sharp intake of his breath as he slid into her. “I’ll start off slow. I want to remember this moment.” He told her, moaning as she started to slide back onto him.
“I never said you had to go slow.” (Y/n) gasped as he started furiously thrusting into her. Of course, still bent over the copier, pressing buttons with her hands randomly as he was thrusting. Loud beeping and papers flying out of one end all part of the fun as her body rocked against the machine. “Faster!” She breathed out, as Jason managed to up his speed, drilling into her.
“I’m not going to fuckin be able to survive if we keep going this fast.” He warned between breaths. Thank god this door was locked and didn’t have a window. “You okay if I cum inside? Otherwise it’s gonna be on your back.”
“Inside!” She had no problem moaning out as he gave a few final thrusts before coming to his release, burying his cock deep within her. (Y/n) was quick to follow, letting out one final moan as she came around him.
Jason, slightly gasping for air, leaned forward and pressed a light kiss to her shoulder as he softened inside her, finally pulling out once he felt like he could see straight. “Holy fuck, that was amazing.”
(Y/n) pulled herself off the copier, noticing a slight residue of sweat from her breasts on the glass, and wiping it off quickly with her hand. “Now that we did that, you’re going to have to take me out on a proper date.” She smiled, pulling up her panties and putting them back on.
“I’ll take you anywhere you want. Whatever you want–Hell I’d do anything.” He told her while he started to hand her other clothing items; knowing it was more important for her to look professional rather than him.
“I just might have to take you up on that.” She told him with one quick kiss on the cheek while she slipped on her high heels. “Come find me at my desk when you’re dressed.” She told him, going to the door and being able to open it no problem, slipping out and leaving him in the room.
Jason wasted no time getting himself dressed; looking over at the copier and smirking. There on the paper tray was the photocopy of (Y/n)’s boobs, perfectly pressed to the glass. Yeah, he was 100% keeping that forever. He thought while he folded it up neatly and stashed it away in his pocket. Sending one quick text to Bruce before he left:
‘Hey, copier is broken, you should really get a new one’
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