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And….Continuing my “Leo chat” posts

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STOP READING HARRY FUCKING POTTER.

I used to be into it! In-depth character analysis, wizard rock, irl quidditch, but when she outed herself as a piece of shit, I couldn't support it anymore!

"forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. it has been a week since my last confession."

a grunt sounds from the other side of the cage-like mesh that separates you from your church's priest. your thighs press together, and you chide yourself for the reaction it incites. you're disgusted with yourself at your sin, yet you cannot stop the thud beneath your ribcage that excites at the thrill.

"back so soon?" his words are merely teasing, condescending, unlikely for a priest, but simon tends to get off script. "what is it this time, kid? steal again?"

no. you shook your head despite the wall that separates you. the silence is deafening, save for the creak of the chair you're sat it, wood carved with delicate curves and ornate crosses.

"no, Father. forgive me for my lust and the actions I have committed."

"lust, you say?" he goes silent, save for the rustle of fabric on the other side. it makes you anxious, even more guilt-ridden than before. you swear you can feel his judgement through the wall that separates you. "go on."

a shaky sigh escapes you, your knuckles turning white with your clenched fists in your lap. "yes, Father, lust. I... viewed pornography."

red hot embarrassment coats your skin, much like the blood of those who died for your sin. you were a meek teenage girl, barely eighteen with insatiable urges and an inappropriate crush. you could only confess one of those sins, for the latter is the more shameful one of the two.

a sound of interest cuts the silence. "what was the pornography? a video? a photo?"

"videos, Father."

"multiple?"

"yes." you admit shamefully, biting your lip. you still remembered how your dainty fingers circled your clit, riddled with disgust as you got yourself off on the religious display of porn. a priest and his devotee.

a satisfied hum comes from the other side, and you want to die of mortification. "describe the video."

"wh...what?" you blanched.

he surged onwards without a hint of awkwardness or shame. you couldn't begin to imagine the expression on his rugged face. "describe it. how many people were there?" he queried.

"there...was two people, Father. a man and a woman."

"where were they?"

your face burned further. you almost didn't want to admit it, but silence was a greater sin than admittance and pleading for forgiveness. with a hushed mumble, you spoke into your chest. "a church."

"what was that?" he pushed. "speak up, kid. can't hear ya when yer mumblin'."

"a church." you hated how the words seemed to echo off the walls, lingering within the silence that consumed and gnawed at your conscience. like the whole world needed to hear your sin.

he hummed with interest. "is that so?"

"yes, Father."

silence stretched. it was unbearable, an uncomfortable itch settling beneath your skin that, along with your urges, you could scratch. he finally spoke, "who were they to the church?"

"I...I can't say."

"you are ashamed." it was more statement than question because it was obvious from the way you stuttered, to how your words shook, to how you refused to go onwards. "'ts okay. best thin' y'can do is ask for forgiveness. get it off yer chest."

"yes, Father." you said, but it was a mere whisper. you didn't want to confess, for it would unveil the true nature of your indulgences—not just the fact you'd watched videos of people fucking but that they were of a priest and his devotee.

your fantasies were immoral and shameful, something to be deeply ashamed of, but your body couldn't help but react. it was wrong, you knew it, and indulged it anyways. rewarded your body with your fingers circling your swollen clit and plunged deep in your soaking pussy, replacing them in your mind with the thick, rough fingers of your priest. his hand strong, veined and capable of providing you with everything you craved and ached for.

but you couldn't admit it. couldn't admit your priest was the source of your sin, with his tall stature that towered over your meek in comparison frame. thick muscles that strained at the seams against his cassock and clerical collar—because there wasn't a size available to fit without constraint. you could only imagine how mouth watering his bare skin was—carved like marble to create a masterpiece. the epitome of sin. veins that flexed and rippled under his pale skin with his every word.

he cleared his throat, killing the silence. you had forgotten to continue, leaving you two in a deafening quiet until he reminded you. "talk to me, baby. who were they?"

your pussy fluttered at the pet name, forcing your thighs to clench together. the dampness in your panties was apparent, arousal sticking to the cotton and your skin. it shouldn't affect you this much, considering he called all the young kids at church some sweet endearment—sweetheart, honey, baby. it was innocent, but to your debauched conscience, it was anything but.

"it was..." you begin, the words catching on your tongue. with a shaky sigh, you forced it out. "a priest and someone from the church."

he didn't say anything, letting the creak in the wood speak for them. the harsh rustle of fabric whenever either of you moved an inch. you could never come back here, you decided. overran by your debauched immorality, you'd have to find a new church, forget about the brutish priest with sharp features and alluring eyes.

"hm." was the only sound he made for a while, letting you soak in the filth of your indulgences, brew in the depravity you couldn't help but live and breath in.

after an agonizing handful of minutes that felt like years, he finally spoke. "you wish to seek forgiveness?" the words caused a flutter, static rushing your ears. it drowned out the sound of a zipper and the soft clank of metal.

you breathed out in soft relief, nodding with an unmatched amount of desperation. "yes, Father. please."

a sharp slap of wood hitting wood filled the air, coming from beneath the lip of the confession booth. you peeked your head underneath, heart thudding so hard, you feared your ribs would break and allow your heart escape.

there was a small, circular hole that opened up to the other side. on the other side, a familiar, veiny hand strained around a thick, aching cock dripping with pre. it throbbed an angry red, and it twitched with every squeeze of his hand. you froze in shock, but couldn't help the way your mouth watered.

''y'like that?" dick whispers against your neck, his warm breath tickling your skin as you felt the pace of his thrusts growing faster. you could barely contain your moans, you felt his cock twitching inside you when he heard how absolutely lewd you sounded. your eyes made contact with his domino mask, which you could immediately sense the smug glint in his eyes.

"look at me, baby." his hand gripped your jaw, forcing you to face his direction. his relentless pounding was almost too much, tears were streaming down your face as you looked up at him. god, he loves your pretty eyes.

his head dove down on your breasts, taking your nipple in his mouth as his satisfied groans sent vibrations on your skin. your legs wrapped even tighter around his waist- you felt his lips forming into a grin when he felt your pussy clenching around his shaft, indicating your release while leaving sloppy kisses all over your breasts. the lewd display looked like he wanted to swallow you whole. you felt the material of his nomex mask against you, possibly stained from his own saliva. "taste so good, baby- fuck.''

he lifted his head to admire your face, slowly feeling his upcoming orgasm as well. ''baby? you gonna cum?'' you were too fucked dumb to even form a coherent sentence, all you could do was nod helplessly- mumbling a quiet ''yes''- which earned an affectionate chuckle from him. he lifted your leg to rest it on his shoulder , drilling his cock deeper inside you until he reached your g-spot.

''dick, please-!'' you manage to breathe out your nails were digging on his back. "come on, sweetheart. cum for me, please?'' dick let out a painful groan combined with pleasure at the contact, moaning loudly as thick ropes of cum errupted inside you. conveniently, you came at the same time as him. after he pulled out, he collapsed beside you and wrapped his arms around your spent body, burrying his face on your neck while muttering praises against your skin. ''you did so well.'' he placed a quick tender kiss on your lips, ''pretty baby. i love you so much.'' all you could see on his face is a pure look of love, while his tight embrace felt protective.

''i love you too, dick.'' you smiled softly against his hair, gently caressing him.

"also, your mask is still on.''

jason todd can never fuck you without seeing your face.

he works himself up just to lean himself all the way over, breaking his neck just to kiss you. ignoring how his bones ached in protest and his hips bucked.

at first you think he’s just being sweet, not letting you suck him off because he wants you closer, or making you lay on your back instead of your stomach. his eyes watching yours and trailing across your face as though it was all he needed.

even when you closed your eyes, basked in the feeling of him and tried to get used to the stretch. jason didn’t even need words when they failed you, instead he read your face. felt how you tensed and your hands grabbed at his back. he cooed a response out of you.

“that feel good ma?” rasping with difficulty as you gasped softly. then you nodded and he cupped your cheek, voice soft as feathers as he spoke to you. “can you tell me how it feels?”

a shudder runs through you as he shifts his hips just barely. “good. it feels really, really good.”

then he smiles and rolls onto his back, pulling you into his lap as he did it. you sink back onto him so easily this time, sighing in unison as he seated himself fully inside. his hands fell to your ass, taking cupfuls as you fluttered your lashes at him when he began moving you. slowly at first but quickly his movements grew more frantic as the sounds rumbled from his chest and echoed through your skin, penetrating your thoughts in the same way he did your body.

jason loves to watch you lost yourself in it, seeing the hunger grow from your shyness and fucks you til you’re begging him for more. because you are as insatiable as he is and even more is never enough.

after he coaxes you through an orgasm and stares through half lidded eyes, you try changing the position yourself. though you fail, collapsing onto his chest and begging for more with that hoarse tone in your voice that told him you were exhausted.

jason could never deny his sweet girlfriend from his touch could he?

pulling off his lap, he moved to situate himself over you once again. pulling out just for a moment while you flop onto your stomach, sighing into the pillow dreamily. he blinks as he hovers over you, hand grazing your side as he says your name. swallowing thickly as the sight of you arching for him, stomach flat on the mattress as you pulled your arms under the pillow, burying your face into it and got more comfortable.

jason breathes heavier as he rasps. “i wanna see your face too princess, come on.”

though you only hum and murmur something that sounded like ‘mm too tired’. jason snakes his arm under your chest and pulls you up by your throat, not enough to hurt, but just enough to coax. your hand slides behind you, guiding his throbbing length through your puffy folds before sinking back onto him. sucking him in and moaning as you arch your back further. jason nearly chokes on his spit and pulls your face towards him, craning his neck just to kiss you even as you start to fold in on yourself when he picks up the pace.

the sound of his skin on yours is obscene, the pace he keeps is relentless. his eyes watch your shut ones as pushed you into another orgasm and reach your peak with a whimper. jason swallows the sweet sound from between your lips and lets your hands weakly tug at his hair at the crown of his neck more harshly than you’d intended.

the pain doesn’t bother him then. if anything, the sting reminds him you’re still there.

when you’re limp against him, shuddering from the feeling, he lets you gently onto the sheets. jason manhandles you onto your back again, fucking you right as you’re blissed out on him, humming with his name on your tender lips from how hard he’d been kissing you from behind. he’s rougher with you now that he can see your face fully again. that was exactly what he needed to tip over the edge. he moans your name out broken, dark hair sticking to his forehead as his perfect heterochromic eyes bore into your glazed ones.

“you’re so perfect ma,” he whimpers gorgeously. “god, you’re so beautiful.”

though the fucked out grin you gave him made him sputter and groan. hips stuttering as he gave powerful thrusts into you and let go, painting your walls a milky white you could practically taste. even then his eyes are open, arms braced by your head so he didn’t crush you with his weight and also to continue to see your face as your mouth gaped open in a silent moan. tongue touching the tip of your top teeth before you giggled at him weakly. grazing your fingernails up his back as he shudders again and continues to thrust into you like he couldn’t resist, not when he’s got you under him like this.

you have to pull him to lay all the way down so he is laying over you, his weight like a heavy blanket that could lull you to sleep. dick so good it sends you into full rem quickly.

though when you wake up in the morning, jason’s laying on his side, his hand draped over your waist as you leg hung over his. and his eyes were set right on yours, lips ready to say your name like it had taken permanent residence on his tongue.

+ i give up on this kid

IN WHICH... jason will fix every inch of himself if it means he gets to keep you

aka: a continuation of always

warnings: fluff, f!reader, established relationship, bf!jason x gf!reader, domesticity, probably (definitely) ooc!jason, just tooth rotting fluff, lots of pet names, erm jason calls reader mama once SUE ME i like it, just pretend that "obsession" is already available on like disney+ or smth

wc: 1.4k

It's been 6 months since you'd finally had your last straw of Jason and his temperament issues. 6 (long) months of weekly therapy sessions in a stuffy office full of too many fake plants sat on a too-small couch. As much as Jason hated speaking to some stranger about how he was feeling, it let him keep you. That was all he cared about.

Therapy or me? That's what you had said to him all those months ago. That was the agreement. And he'd made damn sure that he'd followed through with it. You were his baby, after all—he'd do anything to keep you happy.

"Baby, pass me the...uh...oh! The brown sugar, please," you ask Jason, taking glances down at the recipe on your phone to make sure you're getting everything correct.

Ever since Jason began therapy, your relationship has only strengthened, solidified. He's calmer now, less uptight. His shoulders don't carry that familiar coiled tension all the time. He doesn't hold a constant scowl on his face as he walks around your apartment. He communicates with you when he needs a minute, when he's feeling angry.

PAIRING(S) — jason todd x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS — jason fucks you up agaisnt a wall

CONTENT — 18+ minors dni | bathroom sex, established relationship, pet names (sweetheart & doll), fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), slight dirty talk, multiple orgasms, rough sex, creampie. let me know if i’ve missed anything!

WC — 1.3k

NOTE — post number #6 for my 1k celebration!

MASTERLIST | 1K CELEBRATION

munch!jason todd who spends every day, sometimes multiple times a day, positioned right between your legs. he truly believes that's where he belongs.

munch!jason todd who loves coming home after patrol and finding you curled up on the couch in nothing but panties and one of his oversized t-shirts.

he'll drop to his knees right in front of where you're sitting, taking hold of your calves to pull you closer to him, big hands already pulling at the waistband of your underwear.

munch!jason todd who once he gets you bare and sees your folds glistening with arousal, dives right in. licking and sucking at your puffy, swollen clit.

munch!jason todd who nearly creams his boxers when he hears your mewls and whines from him making out with your cunt.

munch!jason todd who can't shut the fuck up when he's eating you out.

"fuuuck baby-" he moans into your heat, "pretty pussy's s'wet for me..." he would ramble on and on about how much he loves this, if you didn't tug at his hair and shush him.

munch!jason todd who sticks two fingers in, scissoring you open while his mouth works tirelessly pleasing you.

"that feel good, huh?" he grins with a sort of pride, looking up at your fucked-out expression, "so fuckin' beautiful like this..." he's obsessed with the knowing that only he can make you feel this good.

munch!jason todd who ruts his hips against the couch the whole time, trying not to be selfish, but it's so hard, literally, when you're making all those pretty noises just for him.

munch!jason todd who can tell you're close before you even know it. when he feels your gummy walls fluttering and clenching around his fingers, and your breath get shallow, he knows all you need is a little encouragement.

"there you go, baby, you gonna cum for me?" he tilts his head, pulling his lips away you to speak, making you whine. he huffs a laugh and goes back down to suck at your clit harder than before, making you cry out.

"mhm... fuck- cum for me, sweet girl" he smiles into your cunt, relishing in the way you tighten impossibly around his fingers when you finally let go and cum with his name on your tongue.

munch!jason todd who licks you clean like your release is liquid gold, closing his eyes and focusing purely on how good you taste.

munch!jason todd who presses a soft kiss right on your sensitive bud when he's done cleaning you up, then gazing up at you with that whipped, lovesick look in his eyes.

munch!jason todd who has a very obvious wet patch on the front of his pants when he stands up. he flops down next to you on the couch and wraps his big arms around you, kissing the top of your head and holding you as you recover form your orgasm.

munch!jason todd who leans his head down to whisper sweetly to you, "you're jus' too good, baby"