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contents :: NSFW. mdni. established relationship. not quite somnophilia but 'reader' isn't fully awake either. brief finger sucking. thigh job. p -> v. soo many nicknames + lots of praise. i haven't written smut in maybe three years, so forgive me if this is not great ^^7 wc. ~1.6k
The night had gone to shit, and Jason was pissed.
He had one thing he needed to do, just one. It should have been easy, but every little thing that could go wrong did go wrong. And things that didn't usually frustrate him were making him feel like a bomb about to go off. He was surprised he hadn't gone off already.
He felt pretty damn close to it by the time he finally got home, unlocking the front door of your shared apartment.
The place was already quiet, and he wasn't surprised to find you had already gone to bed. He had gotten home nearly four hours later than he had planned, he never expected you to wait up so late.
He was sure you had tried though.
He made quick work of his gear and clothes as he made his way down the hall to the bedroom ā helmet left too close to the edge of the counter, and the rest of his gear tossed on the back of the couch, the seat of a chair, left in the middle of the floor. He'd pick it up later, he only had the energy to think about one thing right now.
And maybe part of him wanted to hear you lecture him about the mess he made.
By the time he pushed the bedroom door open he had stripped down to his boxers and undershirt. He figured that was good enough to satisfy your 'no outside clothes in the bed' rule, and lowered himself onto the mattress next to you.
You were curled up on your side, knees tucked close to your body, your back towards his side of the bed, hands folded near you in that way he knew was going to me you complain about your wrists being sore in the morning.
It made me smile a bit as he tucked himself close to you, hand sliding across your hip and up until his palm pressed flat against your tummy, fingers spread out to pull you closer.
He wasn't trying to wake you up, but he wasn't exactly trying to keep you asleep either. And he wouldnāt deny the little flutter in his chest when you mumbled his name half asleep.
āHey, babyā He answered against your temple, āI woke you up ?ā
He knew the answer already, but you still tried to tell him youād already been awake.
āHow was patrol ?ā You asked, eyes still closed.
Jasonās fingers pressed into your front a little harder at the question āWas shit, babyā He answered, head moving down to your neck, he pressed his lips against the warmth as he continued; āNothinā went right, nobody listened to a damn word I said. Got me all worked up, pretty girl.ā
You only replied with a quiet hum, still awake but barely.
Jasonās hand moved lower, pushing up the hem of the t-shirt you were wearing ā which he was pretty sure had been his at one point, before you decided to change that ā and toying with the waist band of your panties.
āJay ā¦ā You mumbled, halfheartedly pushing his hand away. It was nothing more than a slow brush of your fingers against his knuckles before your hand returned to its original position tucked under your chin.
āI knowā He whispered, fingertips dipping under the fabric āI know youāre tired, baby. You donāt gotta do anythinā, just lemme have this, yeah ? That okay ?ā
You took a moment to answer, long enough Jason thought youād fallen asleep again, before giving him a small, sleepy āMhmā and a slow nod.
It felt like the entire night had been lifted off his shoulders, finally something was going his way. His head lifted again to kiss your cheek, your temple, and then your cheek again before tucking his face back into the side of your neck. āSweet baby, so good to me baby.ā
He moved his hand up, pressing his middle and ring finger against your bottom lip. They parted without him having to ask. Your lips closed around them, giving slow sleepy sucks to his fingers.
āMy sweet girl,ā He cooed, rolling his hips in slow circles against your backside āMy perfect girlā
His fingers pressed down against your tongue as you sucked and licked, drool pooling around them. His other hand made quick work pushing his boxers down, just enough to pull himself free, he was already hard, flushed tip already shiny with leaking precum.
He pressed the head where your thighs met and pulled his fingers from your mouth with a wet āpopā that made his cock twitch against your skin. You mumbled something barely legible, but enough to let him know you were at least still awake when he spit covered fingers dipped into your underwear.
They slid between the folds a few times before his fingertips found your clit. You shifted, giving him a muffled, closed mouth whine.
āI know,ā He whispered, a heavy breath brushing against your skin. His hips moved forwards, pushing himself between the fat of your thighs.
āFuckinā hell, babyā he groaned, rocking himself back and forth between your legs as his fingers rubbed over your folds and played with the bundle of nerves above them, flicking and pinching gently with his fingertips āMissed you sā much. Youāre the only thing left thatās right in this goddamned cityā
His head came up again to press his lips against your cheek, holding them there as he fucked your thighs. More precum dribbled from the fat head of his cock, smearing against your skin, and making soft squelching sounds as he moved. His fingers moved faster across your warm cunt, until he got you wet enough to dip his middle finger inside. You only answered with dreamy whines and soft moans.
āGonna steal you away from here one dayā He mumbled, his free hand coming up behind your head to turn your face towards his. His mouth slotted against yours, tongue immediately making a home past your lips. āGonna run away with you, no oneās ever gonna hear from us again. Get you all to myself, new life far away from this fuckinā place. Wherever you wanna go, baby. That sound nice ?ā
You slurred something he barely caught, and his mouth was on yours again. Sure he was just being dramatic, Jason would probably never be able to leave this gunmetal city. But the thought of it was enough, and he thought of it often.
āNeed you, pretty girlā He whispered into your mouth. Jason had never been above begging for you. He did it as easy as breathing, especially when he was like this āThat okay ? Cāmon, use your words angel.ā
āSā okayā You answered, voice soft around the edges, heavy with that honey-warm dreaminess.
The way Jasonās chest flooded with warmth you have thought you just told him he was being handed everything he had ever wanted. Which, in some sort of way, he had been.
āThank you, sweetheartā He pulled himself from between your thighs, a string of precum connected the tip to your warm skin. He couldāve cum just from the sight of that alone. āOh, God, youāre so good for me. Youāre perfect. Fuckinā perfect.ā
His hand slid between your legs, lifting it to bring it back over his own, bending it at the knee.
He didnāt bother pulling your underwear off all the way, just hooked his fingers into the fabric and pushed it to the side, holding it there as he lined himself up. He rubbed the thick length of his cock across the wet folds, covering it with your arousal before he lined himself up with your entrance.
Jason wasted no time pushing himself in, making soft shushing and cooing sounds against your temple as he pressed into you. He knew he wasnāt small, far from it. And he always tried to be careful with you, heād be buried again before ever doing anything to hurt you.
āI know, angelā He whispered, pushing forwards one more time until he was bottomed out inside you. āYouāre doing so good.ā
His fingers found your clit again, rubbing soothing circles across it. It was nearly enough for him just feeling your walls flutter and squeeze around him. You relaxed enough eventually for him to give a few slow, steady rocks in and out of your warm hole.
āJay āā You whined
āItās okay.ā He replied, hand moving to pull your leg up further on his before returning to your clit āYouāre okay. Missed beinā home. Missed beinā home so much, doll.ā
It didnāt take you too long before the knot in your tummy snapped, gummy walls squeezing around him as heat rushed through you, and stars lit up behind your eyelids. Your hips jerked against his as you gasped for air.
He slowed but didnāt stop as your hips and legs twitched from overstimulation. āAlmost there, baby. Just a little longer, okay ? Can you hold on just a little longer, just a bit and then āā
He was cut off by a low moan, his own organsm flooding through him. āFuck, baby. Oh Fuck āā His cock twicthed, coating the inside of your achey cunt with warm, thick cum. He didnāt pull out, not yet. He pressed himself deeper, settling inside you as he caught his breath.
His mouth found yours again, spilling praise after praise against your lips. Almost worshipful in the way he adored you so much.
āThat was amazing, baby. You were amazingā He whispered, lips moving across your cheek, to your temple, against the shell of your ear, until finally he settled against the back of your neck. āJust stay here for a bit. Go to sleep. Iāll clean you up in a minute, baby. Promise. I promiseā
SOON-TO-BE-FWB!DICK GRAYSON, who never wouldāve touched the idea of a casual, no-strings relationship with a ten foot pole. He didnāt want to use someone, it felt inherently wrong. To only expect sex and nothing else on top of it, it didnāt sit right with him.
But when you, his coworker and long time mission partner, pushed him against a side table and knocked over his key dish in the pursuit of your lips on his and his clothes on the ground, he found himself melting into it. Reaching out and gripping the back of your neck and moaning as your lips dragged over his Adamās apple.
āI normally get wined and dined firstāā he joked breathlessly before his subsequent whine was swallowed be your eager lips to shut him up. Your hands tugged off his v-neck (cashmere, by the way) and let it frump to the floor in an undignified pile.
Oh, fuck it.
Your panties bunched at your ankles as he fucked into you, palm flat on the wall and his moans echoing into your neck, pressing sloppy kisses to the hollow. āYeah, fuuuuck, baby, just like that,ā He panted, his button up hanging open. Maybe he was more into this idea than once thought.
Your knees were at his hips, the side table rattling with every upward stroke of his cock that kissed your cervix beautifully. Holy shit, you literally had no words.
āYou gonna come, honey?ā Hypocritical when he was five seconds away from coming, but he couldnāt help it plus the inherent need to know he wasnāt going to embarrass himself. But the way your pussy walls were fluttering around his dick, you were too. Thank heavens.
He cupped your jaw and consumed your soul through your lips, burying himself in you to the hilt one last time, a deep moan from his mouth shocking one out from you too as you too came five seconds after him. Not really kissing anymore, just his nose smushed awkwardly on yours so you could see the pretty flush on his cheeks and his eyelashes fluttering on his cheeks, panting as if heād run a marathon.
āShitfuck.ā He breathed, the most heād cursed within ten seconds, wiping a bead of sweat off your temple before kissing it. A little too romantic for your tastes, but you allowed it. āOh, thatās not right.ā He muttered, his stupidly hot blue eyes flicking over your naked body.
Was he gonna say this should never happen again? āWhatās not right?ā
He leaned forward, running the tip of his nose over yours so you jugular. His floppy hair tickled your jaw. āI didnāt,ā He kissed a random spot softly, āeat you out first.ā
āDid you want to?ā You blinked.
āTo be honest, I didnāt see this situation coming,ā You both laughed breathlessly, but then his finger ran over your slit lazily, collecting your juices with a quiet shlick. Your thighs trembled.
āShiiiitāā
āBut after you came on my cock like that,ā He began to genuflect, āI wanna feel it on my tongue.ā
źŖ®ź« boyfie! jason todd who comes home from patrol absolutely wrecked. shoulders heavy, knuckles split, body screaming for rest. but the second he steps through the door all that weight starts slipping off him because he knows youāre waiting in his bed.
he leaves the red hood behind in pieces. jacket slumped over the couch like a dead thing, holsters clattering onto the counter, boots kicked halfway down the hall. he doesnāt care about the mess. he just needs you.
the bedroom is dark and warm when he finally crawls in. the mattress sinks deep under his huge frame as he slides behind you, careful even when heās this exhausted. one thick arm curls around your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest until every inch of him is wrapped around you. heās sooo big, broad shoulders curving over you, scarred thighs tucked behind yours, but the way he holds you is nothing but gentle.
jason buries his face into the crook of your neck, nose pressed right against your warm skin, and breathes you in like youāre the only oxygen heās had all night. slow, greedy inhales. you smell like sleep and his shirt and that soft vanilla lotion and home. he lets out this low, broken hum against your throat, lips brushing lazy kisses along the side of your neck, slow and sleepy.
āmissed you, babyā¦ā he whispers, voice all gravel and exhaustion, barely above a breath. āfuckinā needed this.ā
his massive hand slips under your (his) shirt, palm splayed wide over your belly, thumb rubbing the softest little circles while he nuzzles closer. he tangles your legs together, curls around you tighter like heās trying to disappear into you. every tense muscle in his body slowly melts the longer he holds you, chest rising and falling against your back, warm breath tickling your collarbone, lips still pressed to your neck like he canāt bear to pull away even an inch.
źŖ®ź« boyfie! jason todd whoās six foot something of pure muscle and danger, but turns into the clingiest, sweetest giant the second heās home with you. tucking his face into your neck, hugging you from behind like youāre his whole world, finally letting himself rest because youāre right here in his arms.
he presses one last soft kiss right under your ear, sighs deep, and falls asleep like that. wrapped around you completely safe, warm, and so inlove it hurts.
ā synopsis. post patrol jason todd is desperate and banged up.
warnings. 18+. established relationship. jason todd x fem! reader. clingy jason. porn w/o plot. thigh riding. handjob. soft smut. (kinda all over the placeā¦oops!)
jason comes in through the fire escape window instead of the front door like a normal person.
he tries to play it off, helmet already off, one hand braced against the window frame like heās fine, totally fine, except heās breathing wrong and thereās a cut above his eyebrow that hasnāt stopped bleeding.
āsit down,ā you tell him.
āmāfine,ā he says, but sits down immediately.
you get the first aid kit without being asked. pull up a chair in front of him and start with his face, cleaning the cut above his brow with steady hands while he watches you. he doesnāt flinch. just sits there and lets you work, jaw tight, eyes tracking your expression.
āstop looking at me like that,ā he says.
ālike what.ā
ālike youāre mad.ā
āiām not mad.ā you press the butterfly strip down carefully. āiām not mad at you.ā
he doesnāt say anything to that.
you move down. his lip, split at the corner. his jaw, bruised deep and purple. you touch each thing gently and he takes it quietly, which is its own kind of alarming.
you get to his chest next, working the catches of his suit until it falls open. he shrugs it off his shoulders without being asked, leaving him in just his boxers, and you keep your face neutral. you do. but your hands still for just a second at the mess of him. bruises blooming across his ribs, a cut low on his side thatās dried but angry looking, the old scars underneath all of it.
you clean the cut without a word. he watches you frown at it.
his hand comes up and cups your face.
āhey,ā he says quietly.
you look up.
āmāokay,ā he murmurs, thumb brushing your cheek. āiām right here.ā
when youāre done you cap the antiseptic and sit back. he catches your wrist before you can move away.
he tugs you forward into his lap without asking, arms winding around your waist, and tucks his face into your chest. just. stays there. breathing you in.
you let your fingers move into his hair.
heās heavy against you. the tension in him slowly, slowly starting to unwind. you can feel it in the way his shoulders drop by degrees, the grip around your waist loosening just slightly.
you card through his hair and say nothing.
after a while he turns his face up.
he kisses you soft at first. careful, like heās relearning you, mouth moving gentle against yours. but then his hands tighten at your waist and he kisses you again, needier this time, a quiet urgency underneath it like he just needs to feel you. feel that youāre real. that youāre his.
you kiss him back.
his arms pull you closer.
āmāsorry,ā he says. kisses you again. āi know i worry you so much.ā
his hands slide down to your hips. he shifts you slightly on his lap, repositioning you until youāre sitting across his thigh, the thin fabric of your sleep shorts the only thing between you and his bare skin. you feel the muscle flex deliberately underneath you.
ājasonāā
āplease,ā he murmurs against your mouth. ālet me.ā
quiet and earnest in a way he rarely lets himself be.
āyouāre hurt,ā you say.
āi know.ā his hands squeeze your hips. āplease, baby.ā
you look at him. the cut above his brow, the bruised jaw, the way heās looking at you like youāre the only thing thatās going to settle him tonight.
āyou donāt have to do that,ā you say softly. āiām not mad at you.ā
āi know.ā his forehead drops to yours. āplease.ā
so you give in.
you start to move and his thigh flexes under you, firm and deliberate, pressing up right where you need it through the thin cotton of your shorts. your breath catches.
his hands guide your hips into a slow rhythm, jaw tight, watching your face with dark eyes. every time you roll forward his thigh meets you and the friction pulls a soft sound out of you that he swallows with his mouth.
āthatās it,ā he murmurs. ājust like that.ā
his ribs expand with a sharp breath when you shift your weight and he winces, barely, but you catch it.
ājasonāā
ādonāt stop,ā he grits out. āplease donāt stop.ā
you donāt stop.
his hands keep guiding you, unhurried, and he just watches. eyes dark and focused entirely on your face, the way your mouth falls open, the way your fingers curl into his bare shoulders careful of the bruises. this is one of his favourite things, you know. watching you come undone. heās told you before, low and honest in the dark, that he could do this for hours. just watch you. just this.
his expression right now confirms it. something reverent underneath all that heat.
you reach down between you and palm him through his boxers and he exhales sharp, hips stuttering up.
āheyāā his voice comes out rough.
ālet me,ā you say, echoing him back at himself.
his jaw works. he nods.
you slip your hand past the waistband and wrap around him properly and the sound he makes is low and punched out, head dropping forward onto your shoulder.
āfuck,ā he exhales against your skin.
you keep moving on his thigh. keep stroking him. the dual rhythm finding itself naturally, your hips rolling forward while your hand works, and jason is coming apart underneath you in the quietest, most desperate way. no performance. just him, stripped back, hands gripping your hips like an anchor.
āfeel good?ā you murmur.
āyeah,ā he says, barely voice at all. āyeah, so good.ā
his thigh flexes deliberately under you and you gasp and his mouth finds your jaw, your throat, pressing open kisses wherever he can reach, sloppy and uncoordinated and so unlike his usual careful self.
āclose,ā you breathe.
āi know.ā his hand slides from your hip, down, pressing over yours where youāre working him. not taking over. just feeling. āme too. come on.ā
his thigh flexes one more time, firm and precise, and you tip over with a soft broken sound, forehead dropping to his shoulder. you feel him follow seconds later, shuddering, a low groan muffled into your hair, hands gripping you through it like heās afraid youāll disappear.
the room goes quiet.
he holds you there for a long time after. face buried in your neck, breathing slowing degree by degree.
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clarkĀ "that was a big one, huh? didn't that feel good?"Ā kentĀ that talks filth in your ear while he's playing with your cunt; two middle fingers hooked inside, heel of his palm pressed over your clit. he toys with it, with you ā teasing both your mind and pussy as he controls the way in which you feel.
it's not just about your cunt, with him. it's about your mind too. he'd argue that it needs more stimulating than anything else. so when he's playing with your pussy, working you up more and more, he's lips are against the shell of your ear whispering uncharacteristic obscenities like a guide.Ā
he talks to you in such a dulcet tone, words of praise and admiration making you feel the most idolised and most adored. he tells you how good you sound and how pretty you look, speaking it to you like it rolls off his tongue.Ā
and every time that he makes you cum, he's talking you through it, encouraging the rippling feeling within your body with little, "that's it, there we go,"sĀ
when you finally come down from each and every high, he's telling you how good you did and how well you responded to him. only it's followed with a soft question, an ask about your climax and if you, "want another one?" querying whether you have it in you for just one more.Ā
iāve been reading the knightfall saga for the first time and i only just started knightquest, but iām thinking hard about doting on bruce wayne during his long recovery from bane. this man who constantly pushes away help, being forced to accept love and careā¦ growing to crave it even if heād never say it out loud. the potential on both sides for a bit of toxicity, manipulation, dependence. yummm
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jason was just trying to get to bed.
he got out of the shower, shirtless and sweatpants sitting low on his waist. the towel was wrapped over his shoulders, his hair damp but trying to dry. his frame was getting your attention even when it didn't mean to.
you were on the bed in nothing but one of jason's shirts and nothing on the bottom, no underwear or no panties. you watched with a sharp gaze as jason walked around the bedroom, his steps soft. his figure never failed to turn you on, make your cunt so wet; his biceps that were too big for their own good, scars on his chest and jaw that became your favorite places to kiss over the years, his hair so perfectly sitting on his head with the white strands curling in front... he was too damn irresistible.
no wonder you had kids with this bastard.
he was muttering about how your teenage son was getting too big for his own good.
"hun, he's getting fuckin' huge. i wasn't his size when i was sixteen." he tells you, picking up something off the floor and putting it on your dresser.
you shrug, rubbing your thigh right above the end of the stolen shirt you wore. "jay, of course he's going to be big... he's your son anyway." you try to reason with himā telling jason todd that he was a big man isn't even a shocking thing to say... but you had a little idea in your mind.
jason rolls his eyes, crossing his arms. "i am not that big, honey." he tries to argue with you, grabbing the towel on his shoulder to rub the water that's trying to drip down his forearm.
there you go. that's your entry. you smirk, and with no issue, your words left your mouth. "you're right about that..." you began, rubbing an itch behind your ear. "with your dick not being that big anyway..."
he stops his towel's movements; he looks at you like you just smacked him. his spine straightens, his eyebrows furrowing. no way you, of all people, just told him that. "what did you say, baby?" he questions you, his voice low enough that you could barely hear it, but the tone is what makes you not ignore him.
you shrug, watching him walk over to you on your side of the bed. "you heard me; your dick is not that big." you double down on your stanceā which wasn't even true because that same dick was the same one that stretched you out like crazy.
jason doesnāt even give you a damn moment to speak or explain yourself.
he drops the towel to the bedroom floor, and before you could blink, he grabs your hips, shoving you face down onto the mattress. your face first in the pillows, hand immediately shooting to the sheets as your ass is put in the air. his hands are rough against your hips, shoving your shirt up and revealing your bareness to him. he gets on the bed, knees dipping into the bed and changing the weight.
"you really want to try that with me and have no underwear on?" he asks you, dragging his cock out of his pants and lining up the blunt head of his thick dick against your folds, slow and taunting to you. "you've carried my children, you've begged for this cock this morning and i gave it to you three times this week and it's barely wednesday... and now you're saying my dick isn't that big. say that shit again, do it."
you look up at him, whining as his tip gets sucked into your cunt so easily. you try to speak, you really do, but a moan suppresses that, a moan that was too loud for it's own good.
he laughs at your futile, downright pathetic attempt at speaking, his left hand holding his cock as his right hand presses down on your lower back and forces you to arch. "good, that's what I thought... now take it like a good girl."
then, he slams into you with no issue whatsoever, pushing into you with one slick thrust. your walls instantly open up to him, knocking the air out of your lungs in a breathtaking thrust.
his hands are enormous on your hips, his rough palms and fingers pressing bruises onto your hips as he pounds into your cunt, relentless and precise. each thrust rocks the bedframe against the wall, making the headboard groan and the bedframe creak.
all you can do is moan, your tone whiney. you can't get a damn word out, all that comes out is an incoherent sound, your messy little whimpers make jason's grip tighten and him grumble out a groan.
"not that big, huh?" he growls, pounding into you so damn hard that the wet sounds between your cunt and his cock sound pornographic. "funny, sweetheart, 'cause this 'not-that-big' dick had you screaming for more last night..."
your vision blurs, eyes rolling back as your hand shoots from the mattress up to the bedframe, fingers trying to get a good grip on the wood. "jason! o-ohā ngh! jay!"
"oh, so you're nice now?" his right hand moves up and grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head up just enough to see your face, the arch in your back so damn sinful as your ass jiggles with each thrust. "just a minute ago you had all that mouth..."
moaning at feeling his fingers yanking on your hair, you nod your head, mouth too full with moans.
he grunts under his breath, voice dripping with a smug heat that makes your pussy flutter. "you carry my kids, you cum on my cock every night, you take every damn inch i give you, and somehow you still decide to run your mouth." your body jolts with each one of the snaps of his hips. "i'm starting to think you want me to break you..."
legs shaking violently, your chest heaving and your eyes rolling back, you can't help but nod your head at his words. "y-yes, jason, pleaseā oh fuck! ru- ruin me..."
"oh that's it." he whispers in your ear, licking the back of it. "you just wanna be fucked so stupid by the daddy of your kids, by your husband. you want this pussy fucked?"
"fuck! ye-yes jason, fuck me. fuck me, 's-so good." you cry out, nails digging deeper into the headboard. his right hand stays in your hair while his left hand cups one of your asscheeks.
"that's it." he growls, rutting into you. his left hand lifts up and cracks against your asscheek, smacking it as the sound echos through the bedroom, mixing in with the bedframe creaking and the moans. "since you're so damn convinced i'm not that big, i think this pussy won't mind if i go just a little deeper, huh?"
he angles his hips a certain way, and with the same speed and same ferocity, he hits direclty on your g-spot, making you see stars and getting you so damn close.
"oh fuck! ja-jay! right there! oh right t-there!" you babble, feeling his hand smack your ass again before sliding down on your body.
his hand goes in between your thighs, thick fingers finding your clit and pressing down on it, rubbing circles in it mercilessly, his hand on your cunt keeping in speed with his thrusts.
"come on, mama." he murmurs, knowing what the pet name does to you, he used it to rile you on, especially in that low tone of his. "give it to me, cum on my cock, i know you want it."
and without needing any more, your orgasm slams into you so damn hard you scream into the mattress and your legs giving out completely. your body trembles violently as you sob out his name, cumming all over his cock and your vision whitening out.
jason grunts, feeling your cunt clench harshly down on his cock as he reaches his own orgasm, spilling deep inside of your folds with a groan, white painting your walls.
his right hand loosens in your hair, going to your shoulders and massaging them as you come down from your high, and the feeling in his sticky cum being shot into your cunt, his soft grinds from overstimulation slowing down and bringing you back down to reality.
"there you go... come back to me, hun..." he encourages, leaning down and pressing a kiss onto your cheek. still buried deep inside of you, he can't help but whisper next to your face. "not that big, my ass."
you move your head to the side to look into his eyes and press a kiss onto the scar on his cheek. "shush, big guy..."
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: meow. dilf! jason todd got me going absolutely insane. he's so fucking hot, he's literally bruce's twin. dilf! jason todd and dilf! dick grayson, eiffel tower me, now! i saw him in 5 minutes and KNEW I had to write sum about him, heās so fucking fineā
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ā ššā your husband gets clingy and sappy during sex
it always starts heated, hungry, almost borderline feral when you get your hands on each other. the rough yet gentle way his voice echoes in your ear at every promise he tells you heās gonna do to you: knows it makes your knees weak and pussy wet.Ā Ā
his touch always traveling around your body, knowing it like the back of his hand, knows what you like and donāt like, knows which buttons to press to have you trembling and shaking. whispers the dirtiest things in your ear while heās got this finger stuffed in your cunt and you canāt do anything but grip his wrist tightly and moan into his mouth when he kisses you.
but thereās also times when it shifts, the entire bedroom becomes soft all of a sudden, like now; sat back on his knees, thumb rubbing the slowest circles on your clit while his canāt take his eyes off the way his cock eases in and out of you with one leg pushed off to the side and the other bent over his shoulder. ābaby,ā he murmurs, deep and low in his throat, his lips littering wet kisses against your leg. āyouāre so pretty, baby.ā
your eyes snap open at his words, dazed and confused. āhuh?ā through tears welling up in the corners of your eyes, you catch sight of him, but he isnāt looking at you. heās fixated on your pussy. your lips part with another string of soft whines, hand loosely pressed against his chest when heās slowly grinding into you; the thickness of his cock stretching you out perfectly. āwhat did you say?ā
if he hears you, he choses not to say anything, not yet anyway, too entranced with how he fills you up, eyes hooded and breath stuttering at the warmth of you wrapped around him. doesnāt seem to register the way your nails sink into the skin of his chest each time he pulls out just enough to have you whimpering in protest before pushing right back into you. each thrust knocking your breath out of you.
itās when his eyes flicker up and meet yours finally, lowering your leg from his shoulder, that he smiles; the lazy and giddy kind, before heās leaning over you. his body, made up of pure muscle and strength, cages yours beneath him. āyouāre pretty too, sweetheart,ā his face is instantly tucked into the crook of your neck, hot breath against your skin, causing you to shiver and clench around him. āso pretty, my pretty lady,ā he continues, hands running up and down your thighs before heās wrapping them around his waist for you, body lowering more onto yours.
you gasp into his shoulder, the action of his body pressing down onto you causes his cock to sink deeper. ābaby,ā you whine, biting his shoulder, hands running up and down his back, moving to his sides just to feel the hotness of his skin before theyāre moving back up and around his back; the muscle is hard beneath your touch.
his thrusts are slow and gentle, the thick vein on the underside of his cock throbs against your walls, rough hands slide down your legs and over your hips. his ragged breaths and groans vibrate against your neck and the sharpness of your nails sink into his back. āmy pretty baby, so sweet and soft,ā he murmurs once more, teeth nipping at your neck. āyouāre so perfect, so mine.ā
heās gone, that much you realise, and you also realise heās not even phased by the way your nails continue to rake up and down his back each time he grinds into you, his mind and body focused on how good you feel wrapped around his cock, how you feel so pliable beneath him. those same hands that make you feel safe no matter what, grip your hips tighter once his pace gets more faster.Ā
āmāyours,ā you choked out, the sound a mixture between a moan and a sob; either way it goes straight to his head, panting into your now sweaty neck. āall yours, honey please.āĀ
āyouāre so perfect, māso lucky to have you,ā he canāt stop, his fingers sinking deeper into your hips and nose sliding up and down your neck.
the plap plap plap of skin slapping echo the room, your ankles locked tightly around him, heels pressing into his lower back each time he drags his cock out, enough to make you whine, before sliding right back in, the tip of his cock catching onto the spot inside you that has stars behind your ears and toes curling. āfeels āshoo good,ā you moan, hips moving on their own accord to meet his thrusts.Ā
your arm wraps around his neck, holding him close to you and you moan, gasp and whine into his ear softly. his sweaty body sticks to yourself like glue, if anything his grip on your hips tighten, lips attaching to your neck hungrily. āso warm, holy shitā his voice slurs slightly, one hand quickly moving between your bodies where he finds your throbbing clit. āso wet,ā his fingers work slowly, drawing figure eights on the bud, groaning each time you clench around his cock. āyouāre so fucking perfect, fuck honey.ā
his words melt your heart, makes your eyelids flutter closed just for a second; or longer, you canāt tell anymore, basking in his love and affection. āmmm love you,ā you gasp, nails sinking into the skin of his shoulder.Ā
ālove you more,ā he pants, lifting his head from your neck and pressing his forehead to yours, eyes hooded. ālove you so much, my best girl, pretty wife.āĀ
you cry out against his cheek, walls fluttering around his cock once again at his words, never fails to make you shy and happy no matter how many times he says it. āmore, need more, please, honeyāā
āwanna feel you, need to feel you, just for a little lingerāohmygod,ā another particular thrust of his hips has your legs tightening around him and a deep rumble from his throat causes his pace to falter for just a split second. āpussy was made for me, you were made for me, baby, hm? yeah? lemme feel you for longer, need to, mmmm, thatās it.ā
ācanāt, need you to move faster.ā
his lips curl up into a smirk and you cling to his shoulder tighter when he moves his head towards your neck again, lips grazing the shell of your ear. ālemme play with you a little longer, baby, yeah?ā
jason who started smoking when he was a preteen in crime alley, and picked it up again once he became lucid after the pit. it helped him feel normal after returning from the grave; a rare connection to his life before. that, and the nicotine soothed his frayed nerves.
he knows itās not good for him, honest! he wonāt argue with you on that. it just feels too good; itās too easy to lean on it when things get stressful. they call it a crutch for a reason.
you werenāt sure whether you approved of his āhabitā (admittedly he does look sexy), but all of his ashtrays were sterile and lifeless ā colourless glass or featureless aluminum. the least you could do was bring some joy into it. one day while thrifting, youād come upon a little glass ashtray, pink and heart-shaped.
a soft laugh rumbled from his chest when you gave it to him. āthought you didnāt like me smoking, baby,ā he remarked wryly, turning it over in his hands. he planted a kiss on your temple and vowed to use it until he smoked his last cigarette.
***
over time, he develops a collection, courtesy of you. thereās a cartoon frog, a marijuana leaf, an intricate silver dish, a coffin (he finds this one particularly amusing), and a dozen others just made from colourful glass. a couple of them are tenderly misshapen attempts from amateur pottery classes. each of his safe houses has a different one ā each ashtray serves as a little reminder of you when heās away from home.
right now, just the sight of the smouldering cigarette in that glass heart dish is making his heart ache. his boots are kicked up on the desk. heās got fifty different cctv feeds open on his dozen-odd monitors, criminal case files and breaking news pages, but his eyes are glued to that little pink ashtray.
fuck it, he thinks. thereās nothing going on tonight. all his contacts are reporting as planned, nothing of note has popped up, there are no big moves happening. his fingers twitch towards the dwindling cigarette. bringing the filter between his lips and taking a drag, he knows there is zero reason he canāt go home to you right now.
so he does. he stubs out the cigarette butt and shuts off the computer. the room goes dark as all those blinking monitors sleep for the night. a twinge in his chest; heās here in a dark, concrete bunker and youāre probably cozied up in the living room with your book. it doesnāt matter. heās coming home to you.
itās getting to that point in the year where the evening air is balmy even with the fresh breeze, instead of piercing through to the bone like the few months prior. jason doesnāt even need a jacket, really, but he keeps it on because he likes to tuck his hands into the pockets. the magnolia trees have almost shed all their flowers in favour of glossy, green leaves. the sun only set a couple hours ago; the scent of sun on pavement is still ripe.
he practically throws himself up the fire escape. itās frantic, almost irrational. he slides open the living room window, then thereās the thud of his boots hitting the hardwood, his eyes move towards the couch as if magnetized andā
there you are. his sweet baby.
just like he thought youād be, youāve got your book and your favourite blanket, cuddled up in your favourite spot on the couch, with your favourite drink on a coaster near you. something in his chest immediately settles, his mind goes quiet. that right there ā the peace you bring him? thatās better than any nicotine rush.
after shedding his jacket and boots, he lowers himself to his knees on the floor in front of you. jason nudges your book out of the way and instead lays his head in your lap. deep breath in, deep breath out. your familiar scent fills his lungs (again, better than nicotine).
āyouāre home early,ā you muse quietly, fingers slipping into his fluffy locks. itās late, but not according to gothamās vigilantes.
ācouldnāt stop thinkinā about you,ā he murmurs. ācomms were quiet, no big moves happeninā tonight. besides, iād be useless out there if anything did happen; only thing runninā through my mind is you, angel.ā
his gaze meets yours as he leans into your touch, making him look like a puppy in need of attention. jasonās eyes are an interesting colour which has always fascinated you: theyāre almost hazel, but the green is so bright that youāre not quite sure it qualifies. regardless, itās hypnotizingā heās hypnotizing.
āiām not sure what youāre trying to butter me up for,ā you tease, ābut it might work.ā
āswear to god iām not,ā he replies, voice softened by your thumb now smoothing over his cheekbone. his soft (even if a little chapped) lips press to the fleshy part of your palm just below your thumb. ājustā¦ itās stupid, but i kept lookinā at that ashtray you got me. yāknow, the pink heart? couldnāt stop thinkinā about you.ā
a soft hum resonates from your chest. at first glance, most people think jason is some tough, unfeeling delinquent. they donāt know how much he craves the soft warmth of your skin. youād call him touch-starved, but you both know heās not starved for it at all. not as long as youāre around.
āshould we go to bed?ā you tilt his head up a little more towards you.
those big, pretty eyes stare back. he nods.
āare you gonna go smoke first?ā you ask, leaning down to peck his lips.
ādonāt need it,ā comes the answer. āso long as you keep kissing me.ā
i donāt know what this is or where it came from but itās been sitting in my drafts for two weeks so iām releasing it like a feral animal. jasonās eye colour to me depends on my mood but i was feeling hazel today #canonwho
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dick grayson is not going to have sex with you tonight, sorta. dick grayson x fem!reader crack + smut. cw : dry humping, handjob, clitplay, titplay, no piv. heās big, itās mentioned. maybe cumplay? slight ric grayson warning yikes šļø welcome to the writerās barely concealed fetish (dry humping) lmao + forgive me pls now playing : undercover lover ā smooth š§
1013 Parkthorne Avenue was a little world that belonged to Nightwing alone.
It wasnāt home, not exactly, and wouldnāt be for long if he finished his mission quick enough, but it was a place he could crash, a place to survey BlĆ¼dhavenās streets, a place to patch himself up and beyond his better judgment he found himself turning it into an actual home ā potted plants on the windowsill, a couple records on the shelves, hanging polaroids on the wall next to his bed.
A little bracelet you gave him still sitting on the nightstand. A neighborly gesture, you said.
Was she giving me bedroom eyes? Am I seeing things? He had whispered to himself that day as you walked away, the words catching the little wire clipped under his collar.
Oh my God, heās got the hots for his neighbour.
āI donāt know if you remember, but just in case you forgot, Mr. Love Doctorāā The modulated voice from none other than Jason, Red Hood himself, echoed into Dickās earpiece.
Dick huffed, the fist he had clenched around a rather generous little bouquet of flowers he got at that new place that opened downtown loosened slightly. A neighborly gesture, he told himself.
āBut breaking your cover is against code.ā
āWhat code?ā
āThe code I made up to stop you from blowing your cover over a crushāā
āItās not a crush!ā He argued back, and just then youād opened the door. His heart lurched in his chest and he practically shoved the flowers towards you, your eyes widening in complete amusement.
āIs somebody dying?ā You chuckled. āTo what do I owe the pleasure, Ric?ā
Ric. Heād forgotten thatās what he told you his name was. Suddenly he wants to die.
Dick shrugged, barely managing to muster that charming smile he was known for ā his credentials being that he won āMost Charming Smileā two years in a row at Gotham Prep, by the way ā āIā¦ uh, I was home and I figured you might be homeā¦ soā¦ā
āSo, you, guy-who-is-never-home, came all the way up here just to give me these?ā You teased, leaning against the doorframe. āIām flattered. Whatās the occasion?ā
He felt like he could swallow a rib with how nervous he was.
āI mean, whatās a few flowers between friends?ā
āRightā¦ā you pursed your lips in disbelief and he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. āYou know, if you actually asked me out, Iād say yes.ā
āPlease!ā His eyes nearly bulged out of his head. āI mean, yesā please, I would love to. I would love to ask you out, is what Iām sayingāā the words tumbled out and you erupted into a fit of giggles, reaching up to press a kiss to his cheek.
āCome back here at seven, pretty boy.ā
While he got ready for the unauthorized date, there was Jason in his ear again like the Devil from The Bible.
āSooo, does she know Ric has like a dozen wires taped to his chest or are you gonna wait til you get naked to explain?ā
Dick rolled his eyes, buttoning his shirt up. āItās a first date, nobody is getting naked.ā He eyed himself in the mirror, raking a few fingers through his hair. āAnd for your information I wonāt be wearing a wire.ā
A loud howl of laughter crackled into his ear. āTen bucks she walks him like a dog.ā It was Roy.
āFifteen,ā came the crackle of another comm. āYouāre underestimating how easy he really is.ā
āBabs?ā Dickās eyes widened.
āSorry, loverboy,ā she replied in his ear. āMoney talks.ā
He slumped at the edge of his mattress, fiddling with his shoes and grumbling under his breath. āWould it kill you people to give me some privacy?ā Admittedly, the prospect of something more happening hadnāt crossed his mind until now.
Now he was really nervous. āItās not happening,ā Dick murmured, more to himself than his inquisitive audience. āIām on a mission. I have great self control. Iām practically a veteran in the field. I can handle this.ā
Jason whistled low, then singsonged into his ear. āYou willing to put some money on that?ā
Dick Grayson is not going to have sex with you tonight.
Heās Nightwing. This is a stealth operation, a covert campaign of intelligence gathering. Heās strong willed, he is determined. The wires are gone, so is his earpiece and he is a man on another kind of mission. He will not falter.
Youāre looking up at him with those bedroom eyes again.
The conversation after dinner that had something to do with how he keeps his house plants alive had died the moment you said to him, āHey, do you wanna see my plants?ā
Now itās just heavy breathing, bodies too close and tension so thick you can taste it because he was stupid enough to get walked like a dog to your bedroom.
Dickās hand is under your top, cupping one of your soft tits in a large palm. His thumb gently circles your soft nipple, feeling it stiffen instantly. You have one potted plant by your balcony door. It looks like it died a week ago.
This is a honeytrap.
āā¦We shouldnāt,ā he whispers, voice already wrecked and slightly hoarse from arousal, but he doesnāt pull his hand away.
Yet, you whimper softly and arch into his touch, pushing your breast harder into his hand.
He has two hundred dollars on this. Two hundred dollars, his dignity and the sorrow of letting Jason and Roy of all people borrow his car.
But he kisses you.
It starts tender ā a little bit guilty, but desperate. Within seconds it turns filthy with your tongues sliding into each otherās mouths, lips barely catching on teeth and stifled moans trapped in hollowed cheeks.
Dick groans into your mouth as he squeezes your tit harder, kneading the soft, pillowy flesh. His mouth moves to your jaw, the length of your neck, the back of your ear. Heās kissing every bit of skin he can find.
His other hand grabs ahold of your hip, sliding you further down the sheets and flush against him. You can feel his cock, hard and leaking pre as it throbs against your thigh through his pants.
āRicā¦ā you moan. Right, thatā¦ thatās a problem.
Dickās brows go tight and he lifts his mouth from your collarbone, panting as he rests his forehead against yours.
āYou can call me Richard,ā he breathes. āOkay?ā You nod and he wastes no time to latch onto your lips again, his hips rocking forward against your thigh. āYouāre so beautifulā¦ā
You reach down and undo the button of his pants, the sound of the zipper almost echoing in the dark room. Your hand slides quickly into the fabric, under the cotton of his boxers to find him twitching at attention.
He hisses sharply. āWaitā fuckāā
āOh my God,ā you whisper, as your fingers wrap around his thick cock. You get them all the way around his girth on the second try and squeeze slightly. āYouāreā¦ wow, youāre big.ā
Dick looks down at you with a shit eating grin and you roll your eyes. His mouth latches onto your breast and you arch up against him with a cry.
You start stroking him slowly, your hand pumping his cock while he kneads both your tits, squeezing and playing with them like they belong to him ā or like he hasnāt seen a pair in centuries. āFuckā that feels so goodā¦ā he moans against your neck, thrusting up into your fist. āYouāre so goodā¦ā
He snakes a hand down and dips two fingers into your panties, marvelling at the wetness he finds.
He rubs over your needy folds then parts them, stroking up and down and circling over your throbbing clit as the front of your underwear turns dark from slick. āSo fucking wetā¦ did you get like this for me? Is this what you wanted?ā
You whimper against him, your other hand reaching up to tug at his hair. āI want you,ā you whisper, mouth meeting his again in a sloppy kiss.
Dick adjusts himself between your legs, the weight of him practically pinning you under him. You release his cock to push his pants down, your fingers slick with his pre.
āCome here,ā he seizes your wrist and brings your digits into his mouth, the heat of his tongue licking your fingers clean and tasting himself on your skin while he rubs your clit, grinding the heel of his palm down with dizzying force.
āRichardā fuckā too fastā!ā
āI know, just ride through it, baby,ā he coos at you, kissing your hairline. His body folds over you as his hips come down, grinding his underwear clad cock right against your pussy.
He thrusts his hips back and forth, his hot, heavy cock humping you, as the thick ridge of his shaft rubs perfectly over your folds through your soaked panties.
āShit, youāre leaking all over meā¦ā he groans against your lips. āPrettiest pussy creaming just from thisā¦ I barely touched youā¦ā He feels lightheaded from need.
āIām gonna cum,ā you cry, your hand finding his length again, pumping him in short tight strokes while he fucks you through your clothes and torments your pussy with his fingers. āBut it feels so good. Donāt stopā ah, Richard, please.ā
Suddenly, Dick thinks heās so easy. He canāt even find shame.
You shudder hard and your back bows, a silent scream ripping from you as your orgasm crashes down, thighs shaking around his hips and tears leaking from the corner of your eyes.
He kisses you while you come down ā deep, passionate and hungry like heās in love with you, as he grinds against your sopping cunt. Your panties are so soaked theyāre sticking to your skin and the tip of his clothed cock as the obscene wet sound of fabric rubbing against your creamy folds fills the dark room.
Dickās hand slides down and he yanks your panties to the side, exposing your puffy little pussy as you jerk his cock faster. You watch him as he looks between you two, your chest heaving, and the gears turn in his head.
So much for the code.
Now heās got his underwear pushed down and his swollen cock directly against your bare, dripping cunt, sliding up and down, coating the length of him in your frothy cream, fucking up against your palm as you press down flat on his shaft, pushing his cock flush against you.
āFuck, honeyā¦ I can feel how hot you are,ā he pants. āIf I put it in right now, Iām gonna cum.ā Your legs wrap tight around his waist, each bump of his tip against your bare, sensitive clit has you trembling in his arms.
āRichardāā
āI know,ā his breath comes harsh, strained. Your hips are moving on their own, bucking up to meet his every hump and the sticky sounds are borderline pornographic. āI know you want me toā¦ Tell me you want it, baby.ā
āFuck me,ā you whine, your mouth reaching his neck, the harsh bob of his adamās apple, the underside of his jaw. āFuck me, please. Feels so goodā¦ā
āOh fuck, fuuuck, babyā I know, I know,ā but he keeps grinding harder, faster, his pelvis nearly slamming against yours. You can feel and hear the plap! plap! plap! of his heavy balls pressing against you with every roll of his hips. āIām so closeā¦ā
Youāre both breathing like your lungs are turning blue.
You stroke his cock faster, hand flying up and down his thick shaft while he humps against your bare pussy. Every thrust has him sliding through your swollen folds, leaking all over you.
āIām gonna cumāā Dick chokes out suddenly, eyes squeezed shut. āOh fuck, itās right thereā Iām gonna cumā!ā
You wrap a fist around him and aim it right at your pussy, pumping furiously and he lets out an open mouthed cry, so beautiful and almost girlish. His eyes roll back into his skull as he jerks forward, cumming hard.
Thick, heavy ropes of hot cum shoot across your pussy, dripping down your clit, painting your folds and soaking your hole.
Youāre both panting, staring down between your bodies and Dickās eyebrows pinch from the exertion, his arms wrapping around you.
He doesnāt think about the fact heās now got two hundred dollars less to his name. Or the fact he quite literally gave you part of his government name.
āHey,ā he whispers into your neck once youāve both stopped gasping for breath.
You hum in response.
āCan I take you out to dinner?ā Dick asks, a hand stroking up and down your side.
āSure, I really do need those gardening tips.ā You nod against his skin and he smiles wide, absolutely giddy.
Well, who said he couldnāt possibly turn 1013 Parkthorne Avenue into a real home?
āFuck, baby, pleaseāā Oh, the desperation in Jasonās voice was pitiful.
The vampireās fists were clenched tightly, and his eyes squeezed shut as though that could help him blend out the sweet scent of your blood. Several years of experience were in vain when faced with the delirium that your lifeās essence taunted him with. It was a damning thing.
He was trying to be strong for you, fighting to withstand his hunger for your blood. You, his sweet human girlfriend, smelled like the most delicious little dessertāfar more tempting than any other human heād encountered before. It was a miracle youād remained unbitten this long.
But now with your palm sliced open by none other than yourself, oh, how could Jason possibly resist the intense fragrance cloaking all of his senses? He was practically suffocating on the sweetness that was blanketing, no, smothering, his nostrils. āItās okay, Jay,ā you reassured him in that soft tone, like you werenāt currently risking your damn life.
āYou can feed from me. I know you want to.ā The smile you gave him was so full of warmth and care. It was in no way befitting the disaster that was already storming up in his mind. āI canāt. Donāt know if Iād be able to stop,ā he gritted through his teeth, fangs protruding eagerly.
With your uninjured hand, you reached over to his pretty face, before cupping his cheek tenderly. Fingers brushing against the skin turned darker with angry, red veins; your eyes were filled with love, not fear.
Jasonās eyes fluttered open at the gentle touch, looking up at you like you were his angel and tormentor all the same. āYou can. I trust you,ā you said confidently. Then, you raised your bleeding palm to his lips.
Any restraint in his body vanished. The base instincts of a predator set in, and god, you were the most willing prey to ever fall into his claws.
His fangs dug into the bleeding wound, green eyes rolling back at the heavenly taste of your blood finally reaching his lips. A little gasp escaped your parted lips at the sensation, but you still didnāt pull back. Shit, you tasted better than he could have ever imagined you would. Jason was growing dizzy with pleasure, and he was doing so fast.
While he sucked the blood from your palm, you caressed his cheek and whispered sweet encouragements to your vampire boyfriend.
āHah, youāre doing so well, baby,ā you breathed the words out like you were the one currently lacking oxygenāall choked up and hazy.
The sound of your voice snapped him out of the endless appetite he was harboring. Jason was still drowsy with the flavor of you when he pulled back from your providing hand, red liquid staining his mouth. For you, Jason would learn to fight the urges of his violent nature.
You tasted like a paradise he was never meant to relish in.
And Jason knew you would let him pass its gates regardless.
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munch!jason who starts every act of intimacy with some form of teasing, whether it's ghosting his fingertips over your skin, whispering in your ear, or breathing heavily on your panties to see how worked up he can get you before undressing.
munch!jason who sucks light hickeys on your inner thighs first to "appreciate his meal" & will gently bite down on your flesh whenever you start moaning before he "even does anything real."
munch!jason who plucks the elastic of your panties and feigns shock at the sight of you already dripping for him, cooing that his pretty girl is "just so happy to see me!" Before giving a teasing lick over your clit.
munch!jason who always groans when he latches his lips onto you, falling into place, sucking and slurping like his life depends on making you cum.
munch!jason who drives himself crazy trying to draw out the little moans & gasps you make, hooking his arms around your thighs and moaning against you whenever you tangle your fingers in his hair.
munch!jason who tends to intertwine one of your hands with his when you start moaning his name, eyes flicking up to meet yours as he rolls his tongue over your clit, almost teasingly slow, attempting to coax out his name again.
munch!jason who loves watching your face twist in pleasure, moaning against you every few minutes to see you shudder & feel your thighs tighten around his head.
munch!jason whose hips roll against the mattress whenever you start pulling his hair, begging him to keep going, eyes fluttering as he struggles to focus on anything but your touch.
munch!jason goes crazy when he feels you start tensing up, tongue flicking your nub relentlessly, pressing his face flush against your trembling cunt, & he almost creams his boxers at the feeling of you releasing all over his face.
munch!jason who licks you clean after you cum, almost driving you to a second orgasm before pulling back to show off the juices clinging to his lips and chin, wiping them off slowly while maintaining eye contact.
munch!jason kisses you quickly. Letting you taste yourself on his lips before rolling you on top of him and whispering how he'd love it if you let him eat it again, with you on top this time.
š§šØšš : go read bae's muncher tim fic fr. Nora's smut fics should be required reading.
a few centered around his familyāhe always to the left of dick, always makes cass her plate, always brings dessert to gatherings because nobody can do it as well as he can.
a few about his workāhe always starts on the south end of gotham and works toward the north, always cleans his guns an hour before patrol, always puts his right boot on before his left one.
then, he has several for you.
he always flicks your sky projector on fifteen minutes before youāre done getting ready for bed, he always lets you take a bite of food first before picking his fork up, he always lets you read the prologue of a book heās considering purchasing.
but your personal favorite?
jason always lets you kiss him first.
heāll lower his face to yours, keeping the space between the two of you until you lift your lips to slot against his. whenever he wants affection, heāll draw closer, look at you with those utterly compelling eyes of his, and wait.
he waits until you respondāwhether it be reciprocating his energy or not.
he doesnāt take from you. he loves whatever you give him, even if itās merely eye contact.
even then, heāll graciously accept it because itās from you.
jason has a habit of waiting for you to kiss him first, not because heās nervous or shy.
he waits because he knows what itās like to have things taken, and he always wants you to have a choice.
dbf!diana of themyscira suggestive headcanons Ė.ā¦
Every time she visits the manor, you swear youāll stay out of her way. And yet, by the end of the night, you always find her leaning in your doorway like she owns the place, her arms crossed, eyes softer than they should be.
She talks to Bruce in efficient tones, all strategy and mission updates. But when she turns to you, her voice lowers, like sheās in no rush to be anywhere else.
You catch yourself fixing your hair, adjusting your shirt and putting on lip gloss, pretending not to care, but she notices. Diana always notices.
When you were younger, you thought she was untouchable, some perfect storybook figure who belonged on a pedestal. Now, youāre old enough to see the way she looks at you, and it makes your stomach twist in ways you canāt explain to anyone.
Her compliments are subtle, but deliberate. āYouāve grown,ā she says, her gaze lingering just long enough to make you wonder what exactly she means.
Bruce has no idea. Or maybe he does, and he just refuses to see it. Either way, the danger of being caught only makes it worse.
When she leans down to kiss you on the cheek in greeting, her lips brush too close to the corner of your mouth. Every time, you wonder if she does it on purpose.
You tell yourself sheās just being kind, affectionate, Amazonian, whatever excuse you can find, but deep down, you know Diana doesnāt do anything by accident.
It should feel wrong. Sheās your fatherās best friend. Sheās older, wiser, someone you once idolized. And yet, the more she shows up at the manor, the harder it is to ignore the tension buzzing under your skin.
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something something the lady of gotham comes to life one night and bruce wayne/batman is so overcome with love for her that he worships her until dawn breaks
ą² . . . superboy-prime yaps while fucking you silly !
"no, oh my god, babe," he chuckles, hot mouth kissing the column of your neck so sweetly, letting his mumbled info-dump seep into your skin. "see, togruta and twi'lek appendages have completely different functionsā"
you moan, soft and unsteady and all too susceptible to the way his cock sits so snugly in you. he rocks into your heat, seemingly unaffected by the way you gasp and flutter when he brushes the spot that makes your head spin and your pussy squelch like one of the eldritch monsters he loves.
and he just keeps talking.
he presses his flushed cheek to yours. sinks the thick fingers of his left hand into the plush of your thigh, plays with your slick, throbbing clit with his right thumb. casually lets a smirk play on his stupid, cute mouthāyou can feel the impression of his dimpleāas his voice dips into gravel against the shell of your ear:
"twi'lek lekku are prehensile and have some limbic cortex function, so physiological expression of emotion and languageā"
sharp need coils tighter in your belly, making you whimper into the warmth of his neck. "mm, cā"
"shh, i know, baby," clark rasps, letting the hand on your thigh travel up and press firmly below your navel. you feel all of him, every ridge and vein, slipping out a pitched sound caught between a choked groan and a squeal.
he continues, though this time thrusting a little more urgently, thank god. "and togruta lekku are connected to their montrals, whichāfuck, you just got so tightāah, are used for echo-locative purposes because their species is carnivorous..."
"'m gonna cum, clark," you pant, eyes squeezing shut as the pads of your fingers press against his scarred, sculpted chest desperately. he hums, nosing your cheek and flicking your swollen bundle of nerves like a joystick.
"okay, okay, 'm sorry," is the hushed, completely unapologetic reply. clark's cock lets the filthy, wet sound of him plunging in and out of your cunt speak for his mouth, which is sucking a new hickey into your shoulder.
still, you can tell that he wants to talkāthe tense line in his broad, muscular shoulders says so.
"that's it, that's it, c'mon sweetheart, give it to me..."
you cum on his cock with a choked cry, senses dimming as your system sharpens on the overwhelming pleasure spilling from your core, the rhythmic clench of your walls around him.
"shit, shit," he whimpers, syllables spilling out of his mouth as he starts to rut into you with renewed vigor, chasing his own orgasm and pushing you deeper into his batman-patterned sheets. "okay, lemme explain reverse cursed technique before i bust."
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