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I saw your post about free use with ak!jason and I'm drooling at the thought of it. Gotta drop a thought though. AK!Jason fucking you while in a meeting with his men. Why? Cuz why not? Who's gonna tell him no? Nobody, also just to show off and be like none of you guys can have this, all mine.

i feel like this is a really big fantasy of his but it’s strictly a fantasy. as much as he loves the idea of claiming you, showing off how dumb you get for his cock and how easily he puts you in a bitch’s place, he’s a tad 🤏🏽 too possessive for it. he’ll throw you around, yank you back by the hair and correct any nonsense, but those pathetic noises and pretty little faces you make when he’s bruising your insides are only for him to see.

he’ll get you all situated in his lap during a meeting though, in skimpy cloth that you can just barely call clothing bc just before this he was so close to letting you cum. he’d get you realllll close and then ruin your orgasm or keep you from it all together, so now you’re squirming on his thigh against the rough fabric of his combat pants. men are ogling, whispering, and that part of him tempted to fuck you then and there gets overshadowed by that nasty obsession he has with keeping you for himself. like… it’s bad. pull a gun on the motherfucker that’s muttering about the cute piece of ass in his lap typa bad.

“…dismissed,” he’d announce with a sliver of collectedness he has left, which is gone when that same motherfucker’s got the nerve to ‘huh’ him. now you feel kinda bad for the guy, cuz he aint walking out of that meeting room okay. and like i said, he’d love to fuck you outta your mind in front of a bunch of limp dicks, but he knows he knows he’s better off accusing you of wanting it instead. the arkham knight is a d1 projector i fear

he’s mean as hell about it too, calling you all types of nasty names. the rasp of the voice modulator scratches at your ear, thick material of his gloves up against your throat and threatening to cut circulation off. your voice squeaks when you try to deny his name calling, but the wet patch on his pants from your already leaking cunt prove otherwise. the frustration and strain against his boxers has him bending you over the debriefing table with his cock buried to the hilt. weakly, you begin to sit up, but you’re quickly corrected with a heavy hand pushing your head into the flat surface. “you wish they were still in here,” he huffs with agitation, “just so they can watch you whore yourself out?” your face is ruined, pushed into the table with damp cheeks as he fucks you so hard your feet dangle. anyone happens to walk in? a quick draw of his gun and a shot just barely missing his head gets the door back shut pretty fast, but dare i say instead of holstering it he’s pressing the barrel to the back of your head and fucking you until you’re babbling nonsense and drooling before he’s even gotten over his little fantasy yet.

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Imagine a meet cute with Jason Todd and you meet through a book review website chat. You start chatting over your shared love for romance novels. You give each other recommendations, opinions on newest books or trash talk a book you both hated. After a while you become good friends, knowing each other in and out in ways no one else in your life does. He doesn't go a day without talking to you online and his replies always brighten your day. You are so close and yet you never saw each others face. You're nervous about who's on the other side of the chatroom, he's struggling to trust someone online with his civil identity.

Finally you bite the bullet and agree to meet. Somewhere public like mall or park. You finally get there and you're already nervous. Stepping from one foot to the other and looking in all directions to spot him. He said he'll be wearing a red hoodie but several men in red hoodies walked by without giving you a glance. Finally, someone clears their throat behind you and when you turn around your jaw almost hits the floor. Because there's no way that's him.

You have to crane your neck to look him in the face, taking a step back nervously. That's not austenlover16/8 that's a life sized GI Joy action figure. This man blocks out the sun. The width of his shoulders takes your entire field of view. You don't want to judge but if you met this guy in a dark alleway you'd probably pass out. He lifts on arm to scratch the back of his neck, the muscles on bicep bulging in way that makes your throat dry. He gives you his best effort at smile.

"So...it's you huh?"

tags: @thinkingofausername

[hyernn]

Although Jason Todd's hands are rough, full of calluses from the weapon, and full of long wounds, but with you they are soft, gentle, neat.

He is strength. The power of pit, anger, disappointment, sadness, and helplessness rages within him, and even so, Jason tries to hold you in his arms like precious porcelain.

After all, one move and you will break.

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Jason's teeth are sharper than most people. Another funky gift from Lazarus Pit. He's not a full-blown Dracula, but there's a noticeable edge to his canines. There were times in throws of battle when Jason tore someone's flesh off with them chompers. Family dinners at Wayne Manor are a little awkward because everyone at the table is trying to have a normal conversation while they pretend like they don't notice the ease with which Jason is carving meat even using a steak knife. His smiles all the more feral, all the more dangerous. All better to sink into his cute girlfriend. Jason would never hurt you, of course, but he likes to put his mouth on you in all the ways possible and he knows you like it too. Whether it's gentle nibbles on your perfect little fingers that happen to appear in his line of vision, or slow, torturous scraping of his canines along the column of your throat to draw out all those delicious whimpers out of you. You lost count of how many panties and bras and stockings he destroyed because he just could not take them off. No, he has to rip them off with his teeth, shredding them in the process. He always promises to buy you new ones as he nuzzles longingly into your warmth. Speaking of bedroom adventures, he likes to take a generous bite of your ass whenever he's feeling really turned on, then is forced to apologize because you can't sit down without wincing and there's a perfect ring of teeth complete with four deep dentures on your buttcheek.

tags: @thinkingofausername, @fir3flytv, @martiniluvr, @ivysangel, @fcthots

[hyernn]

Jason Todd has a raging size kink. He tries not to make it too obvious in public, tries to pretend that he doesn't notice how standing next to you really highlights just how large he really is. But it's always on his mind, always front and center, even when he doesn't want it to be.

He'll have a hand on your back as he ushers you through crowded parts of Gotham, trying not to think about how large his hands are and how one of them can cup an entire asscheek when he's fucking you.

He grabs things off of tall shelves at grocery stores when you can't reach them. Comes up behind you and picks them up with ease while he's pressed into you from behind. He's peering down at you, a soft grin on his face as he thinks about you on your knees, struggling to take him in your mouth.

When you're playing twister at a Wayne family function, and you end up falling on each other during a wrong move, he watches you break out into a fit of laughs while he turns red in the face. Not from embarrassment, he couldn't care less about that, but because the first thought that popped into his head as you were pinned under him was how much he wished you could stay there.

For a split second, an image is projected into his mind of you squirming beneath him as he puts all of his weight on you. All 200+ pounds keeping you firmly in place as he fucks you good and deep just how you like.

He's scrambling to get off of you now; a shade of crimson akin to the one he dons at night colors the visible parts of his body, and he clears his throat awkwardly as he helps you to your feet.

"In hindsight, he should've played with one of us," Dick says from the couch. He's gesturing toward you when he continues, "he's just too big in comparison. Throw's everything off."

Jason doesn't hear the second part. His ears start ringing the moment he's reminded that everyone else is aware of how big he is next to you, and he's very quickly calculating how many more rounds of twister he has to go before the two of you can politely duck out and head home for a more...intimate version of the game.

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Jason Todd smells like gunpowder, leather and old books. He’s always donning a leather jacket, the same one regardless of how worn out it is. It’s become soft due to the material stretching over his muscles, and it looks almost too small on him with the way the cuffs grip at his wrists. Refuses to get a new one, abandonment issues run strong even with non-animate objects. Has favourites when it comes to guns. Pats them occasionally, strapped beneath his jacket or on his thigh in habit. Names them and gives them a kiss after a mission well done. Ridiculously hot in combat, only cause he likes to show off. Swings his guns just for the flare. You think he’d be less of a threat without them. He just gets worse. Fist fighting with him is your worst nightmare because he enjoys the sound of bone-breaking from pure strength. Bandages over his knuckles always. Never heals with how often he gets into brawls. Large, veiny hands, scar-filled. Huge biceps. Thick neck. Even thicker thighs. He’s just huge. Getting pinned by him means it’s game over. Yet, somehow you never hear him approach till he wants you to. Black, tousled hair that casts shadows over his eyes. Turquoise eyes turned green from the Lazarus Pit. They have this unnatural glow, evident in the dark. Always running from place to place, cause he can’t stand coming back to an empty apartment. Adrenaline junkie. On the rare occasion he’s not plotting something to piss off Bruce, or crushing gang ops, he can be caught in a second-hand bookstore flipping through classic literature. Earphones plugged in with either rap or jazz, no in-between, he’s delicate with books as he flips through the pages. A startling contrast to any Gotham citizen, peering in and seeing a gym hunk hoarding the narrow space between bookcases, holding a miniature sized novel by Jane Austen.

[hyernn]

pairing: jason x reader

synopsis: you woke up before jason feeling needy

content warnings: smut, sleepy sex, pet names (princess), fingering, use of the word panties (just once i think unless i changed it)

word count: 975

you woke up before jason, his soft rhythmic breaths sounding from his side of the bed.

at first, you didn’t want to move in fear of waking him. you knew he was a light sleeper (if he managed to get any sleep at all), but you couldn’t help yourself. he just looked so pretty.

shifting forward ever so slightly, your body now close enough to admire his face. you gaze first landing on his eyelashes, which where unfairly long in your opinion, then they shifted to his nose with was slightly crooked, from being broken one too many times. your eyes moved to his hair, the soft strands, currently a mess on his head, they framed his face perfectly. the white streak contrasting the dark locs on the rest of his head. you’d kill to run your fingers through them or grip them while he was between your thighs it’s a miracle he doesn’t wake when you give into the urge to do just that. 

ever so slightly your fingers brush through hair framing his face. you convinced yourself it was to move them out of his face and not because you wanted to “accidentally” wake him up to soothe the ache growing between your thighs. it doesn’t help when your eyes travel down further and find his bare chest.

your mind wandered to him coming home, he most likely slipped through your window. his heavy boots stomping onto your hardwood floors as he dragged his sleep ridden body to your bedroom, only stopping to triple check the locks were in place. he probably began to undress himself when he finally made it into your bedroom, fingers going to press the release button on his helmet with a click before setting aside. next he probably stripped off the heavy armored layers of his suit and then tossed them haphazardly somewhere in the room. doing the same with his dirty boots.

your point only seeming to be proven when you noticed the clothes splayed out in the corner of your room. you’re attention was only off of him for a second though because it was back on his sleeping figure within seconds of your realization. unfortunately for you imagining him stripping down to get into bed only had you squeezing your thighs together for some relief.

luckily for you though, he stirred awake while your mind was elsewhere. a soft sleep laced groan was heard followed by his voice

“princess.” his raspy voice snapping you out of your fantasy 

Seemingly able to know what you were thinking without you vocalizing it, his hands find your hips. calloused hands sliding over the lace. chapped lips suckle at your neck. filling the room with your soft whimpers. his hand traveling further down your hips, tracing the lace before his forefinger finds the edge of your underwear, peeling it aside as his hand slips underneath them. 

his hand lazily slides further into your underwear. finding you completely drenched.

“this all for me?” he mumbles the question into your skin, not really expecting an answer, not that you could anyways because almost as soon as he said that his finger finds your puffy little clit. his finger rubbing tight circles onto the bud.

in response your hand found his arm, nails digging into it, leaving crescent shaped marks on skin.

breathless moans escaping your lips, despite how you tried to muffle them by tucking your face into your pillow. his hand slipped further down threatening to slip into your desperate hole, but he stops before they do. collecting your slick and spreading it over your folds before pulling them out altogether.

his slick coated fingers find their way to your lips, an unspoken command for you to suck them, and you do. your parched lip’s part and you greedily swallow what he gives you. you run your tongue over the digits moaning around them. he pulls them out with a pop.

“please.” a whine escaped you when he pulled them out. without giving you a chance to elaborate his lips found yours. he moaned finally tasting you. his tongue glides over yours and his hands slip down your body; only stopping to take a few moments to tweak at your pebbled nipples before sliding down to where you wanted him the most. pulling your underwear down just enough to give him access.

and without missing a beat he reached down to pull the band of his underwear down to reveal himself. he gave himself a few teasing strokes before lining himself up with your heat. Your breath hitching when you caught sight of him. unconsciously you began to rock against him. His hands move to your hips to still them.

his eyes flicker from your body to your eyes, silently asking if this was okay. you nod vigorously, lips parting with a silent plea.

moments later you feel the pleasurable stretch of him burying himself into you. your hands scratching at his back as he fucks into you. desperate moans fill the room as your sweaty bodies collide.

you feel yourself reaching the edge. His hand slides down to sloppily rub at your clit to push you over the edge. Before you can stop yourself, not that you wanted to, white hot pleasure burns through your body as you cum. your tight cunt squeezing him and like a ripple effect it sends him into his own orgasm. He buries his face into your shoulder biting down ever so slightly. he collapses ontop of you as he comes down. sliding out of you he kisses your forehead affectionately. you wince slightly as he pulls out. 

“good morning” he mumbles into your sweaty skin. and you kiss him, a lot gentler this time, reciprocating his greeting. post-orgasimic bliss surrounds you both as you yawn. and you both start to drift off again.

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a/n: this fic was supposed to be something completely different. it was supposed to be a quick fix about Jason's nose( a fluffy piece about admiring his scars and stuff). I started this at about 2 am and wrote until 4 in the morning. then i came back and added some more this afternoon. okay, that's all from me. hopefully, there will be more bc I want to write more consistently, and since summer is soon, we'll see. shout out to ungoldy hour bc i was playing that and chappell roan while writing, i love chappell roan sm.

[hyernn]

i know we’re all into gruff and mostly-silent jason, but have we considered that this man just might be a whiner or a whimperer during sex?

i cannot stop thinking about a touchstarved jason getting reduced to little whimpers when it becomes too much.

he’d hold your hips, eyebrows knitted together and head thrown back as you grind against his lap, lips kiss swollen and cheeks flushed a pretty pink.

“give me a second, ‘s too much, fuck, you’re so good—”

[hyernn]

I suck his dick, it's big, it's very-very big! ᝰ.ᐟ✮⋆˙

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd make you cockwarm him while he works, the door unlocked, his dick so close to your g-spot but he wouldn't let you move! hands keeping your waist in place as his dick keeps you all stuffed n warm.

“I'll be done soon, sweetheart, you can wait a little more right? So, be a good girl n stop movin’ so much.”

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd praise you for sucking him off so good, tears forming at the corner of your eyes as you try not to gag on his huge dick. Guiding your tongue on his dick, gently holding your hair, shooting thick ropes of cum in your mouth.

“God, your mouth feels so good, my sweets. Keep goin’ alright? looking so pretty f’ me.”

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd taunt n insult you while you gag on his dick, roughly grabbing your hair and making you take him fully. Your mascara n lipstick all ruined, eyes rollin’ back when he cums in your mouth. :(

“You look like some cheap whore like this, y'know. I bet you're getting wet from me degrading you, hm? As expected.”

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd fuck you in a mating press, his big cock stretching your insides, hitting your womb. Pressin’ his hand on your tummy to feel his dick in you, making you whine. Your tummy already full from how much he cums, you definitely can't go for another round.. + he's gonna fuck you till you need a wheelchair.

“It won't fit? Don't worry, darlin’. Gonna make your cunt remember my dick, don't worry! Even if it does forgets, I'll just fuck ya again.”

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who'd fuck you till your dumb n can only think of him and his dick if you do decide to act all bratty or he'd just tie you up n put a vibrator on your clit and watch as you squirm around trying to get a release, but he turns off the vibrator just when you're gonna cum. :(

"Should've thought before being like that, what did you expect, princess? acting all flirty with that random guy, trying to make me jealous."

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ — who’re either super experienced from sleeping around or just fucking virgin losers, walkin’ around with that big ass dick in his pants.

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Time written - 1:22 a.m

Tw: somnophillia

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“Ma.” His rasp rouses you from the warm confines of an empty sleep, followed by the sharp thud of your windowsill sliding shut. Heavy breathing muffled by the mask soon diminished once it was clicked off his head, blessing his face with fresh air, though in all honesty, you would’ve preferred it kept on.

Heavy boots tread over your clean floor, padded knees weigh down the soft mattress that dips due to his weight. Warm, vilified gloved hands cradle along your bare thighs, scratching along smooth skin and lacy red underwear snugly hugging your thighs. Each gentle caress fed by the thoughts carried by the sinner in mind, brought on by the urge to blow off remnants of adrenaline from tonight’s patrol.

Never would such a line be crossed unless it was spoken of and agreed upon. A secret fantasy on his end, further blooming by your sweet, consensual insistence. Another way to aid in the best you can, letting him use you however he needed.

Your own whimpers join into the mix, feeling him nearly nudging your cervix, shooting faintly warm spikes tickling in your lower tummy each time. Palpates of pleasure and pain coursing you further awake, forcing you to grasp a fistful of warm gray sheets.

He uses your cunt for as long as he wants, repeatedly pushing the fat head of his cock through your velvety walls, gripping any soft flesh of your body in a calloused vice, hot gasps and grunts heating the shell of your ear. The occasional clink of his cold, heavy belt buckle softly pats along your rear, combatting the slaps of his aching balls against your weeping cunt. Strong arms buck you back against every thrust, insisting to do all the work so you wouldn’t lift a finger.

Except to grip along any part of him you could. Digging your nails into his forearm, cuffing your fingers along the tight straps of his holsters along his thighs. Scratching along his scalp as you reach as far behind as you could, maintaining tufts of coal black and white hair while chasing sloppy, heavy kisses.

Thick fingers part your lips, his glove yanked off by his own teeth nowhere to be found. Your tongue greedily coats his digits before they vanish as fast as they arrived, slipping down forward to abuse your puffy little clit underneath darkened cherry lace.

On any other night, your resting body would subconsciously grow aware to his delightfully shaped lips suckling between your legs, stealing every ounce of honey your body provided. No rush for slumber, no urge to steal you from your dreams to vocalize your ecstasy. Your thighs squeezing his head in between would’ve been his pillow, Jason’s version of a tranquil heaven to a good night’s rest.

The sting of his nails digging into your skin, blooming with sweat and heat quickly burn with the cold flash of your climax. Back nearly arching off his chest plates, involuntarily reflex wasted against the prison of his thick palms squeezing mounds of your plush tits, begging for freedom under the cotton t-shirt.

This wouldn’t even be the worst of it, in no violent sense whatsoever. On a bad night, your version of heaven came in the form of a structural headlock from Jason’s bicep, your prison being his body shrouding yours as he fucks you into the mattress.

Right now was neither here or there, it was now. In the comfort of your beloved’s embrace, his heavy panting along your neck accompanying chaste kisses behind your ear, murmuring mixtures of love and erotic filth.

High effort breaths collide in the silence, your pussy walls clutching him for dear life, gushing over each eager throb of his over sensitivity. He couldn’t get himself to stop, not until your next climax dumbs your conscience down from an elegant sleepy beauty into a cockdrunk whore who wore his favorite color to bed.

“Another, ma,” Jason murmurs against your smooth canvas of a soft neck, his vanilla and amber scented slate for lovebites to last for days. “Jus’ one more, gimme one more.”

[hyernn]

Jason using his guns as blunt weapons is so funny like imagine ur getting shot at by the Red Hood, he runs out of ammo, you think you have a chance and he just throws the fucking pistol at you

[hyernn]

just had this idea. jason teaching you billiards. in the way where he leans over you to angle it just right in the dark lighting and the you both have a few drinks in your system and you’re in some sort of skimpy clothing. anyways y’all go home and he puts you in that same position.

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you're a little tipsy but still aware enough to play to your strengths and get what you want. bending over in a tiny skirt, letting it ride up so he has to stand behind you and make sure no one sees.

he's a little possessive like that, wants to let you play your games and rile him up, but is always on the fence for the sole reason that he hates that he has to share the sight with other people in the vicinity.

he's got a glass of dark liquor in his hand before setting it down and pressing right up behind you and following the curvature of your body. his mouth is next to your ear, hand arms draped over yours, and he whispers, "like this." before launching the cue ball right into a striped one.

there are a few onlookers. guys trying to get a peek at your boobs as they teeter right at the edge of spilling out, and girls trying to assess whether or not they have a chance of going home with jason tonight. the answer's no. it's always no.

he's half-hard by the time you get back to the car and he has to resist the urge to have you right there in the backseat. he didn’t act on his urges though, he couldn’t. the things he wanted to do to you, the ways he wanted to bend you; they required more room and more time than you would have before someone came knocking on your car window.

he thinks about how badly he wants you on the drive home when he contemplates pulling over so you can at least give him head, on the walk up to your apartment, when he ponders just fucking you in the stairwell, and when he's pulling your skirt off of you, the sound of threads ripping as it's tossed the floor.

before you can make it to the bedroom, he's bending you over the couch and draping his body over yours as he's back in your ear whispering, "like this?" just like in the bar. only this time, your fingers are digging into couch cushions as you feel him pushing inside of you, head nodding furiously as you confirm that you do indeed like that.

[hyernn]

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓.

PAIRING — jason todd x spade!reader.

SYNOPSIS — you can't stay mad at him.

WORD COUNT — 1126.

WARNINGS + CONTENT — pre-established relationship, previous fwb relationship. oral, fem receiving. marking. might be ooc. use of petnames. making out + messy kissing if you squint? got kind of poetic in some places for whatever reason, i'm just vv sleepy.

AUTHOR'S NOTE — introducing spade!reader. originally called them ace but then realized it was kind of convoluted. but all versions of reader will be named after a suit in a card deck from here on out.

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"you smell nice." you're whispering into his ear and your voice is rough from hours of rehearsal with your band and jason's hands are nestled on your thighs. he kneads at the pliant flesh, his calluses providing a contrast to the smooth skin in his palms. he lets out a soft hum once your teeth find the spot you know he likes.

he's got that familiar cologne on, filled with woody elements and that beautifully rich, musky scent. it was a gift from you for his birthday last year and he wore it until the bottle was empty and sat on a shelf in his closet and he bought a new one. it wasn't the first time you've been like this, this was your way of apologizing and you knew how to be physically affectionate even if you can't verbalize it. he slightly cranes his neck once your lips work to leave hickies on his skin, the old ones were fading into a light pink hue. you stopped once his phone lit up though and jason's hand reaches for it absentmindedly on the couch beside him.

he types out a response to who you imagine to be one of his friends but he quickly places in back down and focuses on you and his eyes rake over your pouty lips with your lip gloss and lipstick all over him. you can't help but try to remove your berry coloured products off his skin. his thumb works on your bottom lip and wipes off the remaining product. "still mad?" he asks with a low voice, in a tiny mini-skirt you're all the more attractive to him. you fight the warmth that fills your belly as wetness dribbles onto your underwear.

jason secretly loves when you fight despite the fact that he thinks some of your arguments are pointless, but seeing you riled up and angry in your little skirts or a mixture his baggy shirts and shorts or just underwear. he knows that he fucked up, you guys don't keep secrets but by the end of your fights he knows that you'll end up laying on your back with his head between your thighs or you on your knees with his cock in your mouth. either way you didn't complain because you're sure that you loved watching him as much as he loved watching you.

"little bit." you're telling him as he looks at you with that same hardened expression despite him understanding that he did hurt you. his justification didn't really matter, not right now. "i hate lying, you shouldn'a done it." you add on to the few words you'd said and your voice was still hoarse.

"m'sorry, doll"

"m'sorry too, just don't hide things from me."

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you have a fistful of jason's hair in your hands as his tongue laps at your wetness and sucks on your clit like it's the only thing on his mind. the noises from both of you are borderline obscene as he keeps a steady hand on your thigh and your whines are increasing in volume, even with the music to cover up the noise. he's pulling you into him as you squirm and bite back the moans that are climbing up your throat and past your lips. "christ, jay—" you're whimpering now and it almost feels pathetic but your body is one fire, the warmth of his skin of you feels illicit and jason doesn't come up for air.

he pumps his cock with his free-hand in his pants as he listens to you and with the added pent up frustrations of you not speaking for several days and your earlier escapades has got his head spinning. he can't get over listening to you, seeing you, feeling you. it's like he's this fiend and no matter what he does he'll never rid himself of this vice, this addiction and this longing. you don't hear what he says between your thighs as it's muffled by your plush skin but you know it's something absolutely disgusting.

"y'feel too good, baby."

he can't help but moan as he continues to both eat you out and fuck his fist and he can't get enough. jason's almost dedicated to getting you off, each touch is an apology, it might as well be an act of worship 'cause this is the closest he's ever felt to god. i'm sorry, m'sorry, i'm sorry. with each lick, rut of your lips or collection of each drop of your delicious arousal.

you instinctively raise your hips once he works your clit particularly well but he pushes you back down before you can blink properly. jason knows that you're close, he can feel how you clench around his tongue as he works on your puffy cunt, he's a man with a cause, a mission. you were already horny when you decided to mark him up, leave little reminders of you but god, he's so everything.

"right there. s'perfect jay." you tell him, voice filled with lust and genuine adoration. you feel your orgasm creep up on you and he harshly sucks on your little clit and doesn't stop until you're squirming and trying to squeeze your legs together as a way to self-soothe and have the ache subside but it was no use. he doesn't stop until your cum is coating the bottom half of his face and jason's head moves up from between your legs with low eyes that don't peer away from your pussy. it takes a lot in him, everything he has, even to stop himself from eating you out until you're writhing underneath him but you seem pretty spent.

your chest is heaving and you've got these haphazard breaths that stall every few seconds and your skin is warm, covered in a mixture of sweat and your shea butter lotion that's permanently stuck in jason's mind. you kiss him so feverishly that you can taste yourself on his tongue once it enters your mouth and you're moaning in his mouth. he pulls away though, too quickly with swollen, puffy lips and those dazed eyes like he just got some of the best head of his life.

"forgive me?"

you nod once your breathing calms down and your eyes catch the lipstick and hickies all over his neck that scream you're mine.

"guessin' that means you want your dick sucked?"

there's a slight beat of silence before he agrees with you. "fuckin' blue-balled myself f'you. it's only fair."

you roll your eyes before moving from the couch to the carpeted floors infant of you and you're on your knees. jason's hand pulls down his pants until they're down to his ankles and he's holdin' up your cute little boho braids up with his hand.

"whatever."

[hyernn]

DOLL MY WIFE 💍 can I have “i don’t wanna hang up” with roy pls? 🥺 i love youuu 💖

YES YES YES YES YES!!

“But she’s been okay?” Roy’s visage on your screen was shrouded in darkness, but you could make out the concern in his eyes, and hear it in his voice. he was crouched behind something big, a brick halfwall, or maybe a piece of machinery, you couldn’t tell, and you tried not to think about it.

“She misses her daddy.” you whisper, running your fingers through Lian’s freshly washed hair. the toddler was sleeping soundly, curled up to you with her face nestled against your chest. “But, yes, she’s okay.”

“And what about you?”

you exhale, soft and slow, glancing from the little girl in your arms to the screen you had gently propped up with a pillow. “I miss her daddy, too.” you can’t help but allow the frown to drag the corners of your mouth down. “I just want you back home.”

a glimmer of guilt passed his shadowed features, and he leans closer to the camera, “I’ll be home soon, I promise. And when I do, I’m going to scoop you both into my arms and never ever let go, you hear me?”

the prospect sends butterfly wings flapping wildly in your belly, and you nibble on your lower lip, nodding in response. “You’d better.” you were murmuring, looking to Lian when she shifts. you take a moment to pull the warm blanket you were both wrapped in up to her shoulders, and you heard Roy swear under his breath. when you look back to the screen, his neck is craned, looking over one shoulder, and your brows knit together. “What’s wrong?”

“I think I have to go.” he looks back to the screen, and sighs, wistful as he stares at your soft, sleepy countenance. “Give me a smile, beautiful girl. I don’t want to hang up until I see that pretty smile.”

you almost don’t want to. if it meant he wouldn’t hang up, you would’ve held that smile hostage. however, you couldn’t bring yourself to do that; Roy was on a mission, and didn’t have the time to sit around and play no, you hang up first with his girlfriend. so, you smile for him— pouring as much love from your gaze into the smartphone screen as you possibly could.

“That’s my girl.” he grins, too, and pulls the phone close to his chest, whispering so low that it’s hardly audible, “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.” you reply, “Now go kick some ass so you can hurry back to me; I’ve got the biggest, sweetest kiss of your life waiting for you.”

[hyernn]

If you’re still taking DC blurb requests, would you be able to write Roy and the reader making a sex tape? I can totally see him being on a power trip over the idea of getting to watch back how pathetic you get for him even when he’s away on long missions (and maybe even show it off to some of his friends).

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, exhibitionism ( via being recorded ), very mild choking, praise, suggested dacryphilia, all characters featured are 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ i love love love this idea, and i’m high af writing it so i HOPE it turns out okay. do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there are probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

“Smile wide for the camera, pretty girl…” Roy was moaning against your ear, and you push back against his deep, slow thrust. he was only teasing you because he knew it would coax those cute, little whines in the form of his name from your lips, and push your lower tier out in a pout. he knew that by teasing, he could get those adorable puppy dog eyes.

pressing his entire weight into your back, one arm stretches out to retrieve his phone; it had been propped up on the bedside table, aimed at your face. Roy needed every angle of your visage possible— he had to see how your countenance twisted in pleasure played back to him, so when he was halfway across the world, he could imagine his fist was your perfect pussy.

you mewl in response to being pinned against the mattress, and tilt your head to follow the camera as he pulled it closer, his other hand creeping around your throat to rest there. with a low grunt, Roy rocks his hips when you smile, drunken on pleasure, and he nibbles on your earlobe. “You look so damn cute like this,” he’s breathing hot and heavy in your ear, “Taking me deep in that soft, warm cunt a’ yours. Taking care of me like this. Feels so good, doesn’t it?”

you roll your head back, and it was a partial nod, and you allow the moan to spill out amidst a shaky gasp, “Fuck! Yes, Roy… Mm, feels good!”

Roy moans, husky, with pure euphoric delight, and shoves the phone into your hands so he can use his now freed extremity to reach under your body. “Talk to the camera, baby girl, tell me how much you love it.” his hand slips between your hips, blindly seeking your netherlips and rubs around until he finds your clit, pressing it tight between two fingers.

it was difficult to keep the camera from shaking, especially when he pressed and scraped against your swollen button, but you held on to the phone with both hands, trying your best to keep your eyes on the camera, and you whine. “Oh, god, Roy, I love it when you fuck me just like this!” you hoped you were close enough to the microphone to keep the sounds of him pounding hard into your slick from drowning you out. “S—so fucking deep in my ti—ight, little pussy! I’m about… I’m about to cum, please don’t stop!”

to your surprise, his fingers tighten around your throat, and you can’t help yourself: your eyes cross at the sensation of him choking you and fucking you this hard. “Roy!” you croak, back arching hard.

“Keep calling for me,” he whispers through grit teeth, using the very tips of his fingers to push at your cheek and turn your attention to him. you had to look halfway over your shoulder, but his head hovers there, and you trade hot breath, swallowing his moans and he swallowing yours when he locks your lips in a sloppy kiss, “you’re such a good fucking girl when the camera turns on.” he slurs against your lips, and you whine for him, nodding to every syllable. “And you’d better get ready, pretty girl, because I’m gonna make you cum ‘till you’re in tears just so I can show the rest of the Titans just how much of a cute, little crybaby you are when I pound this pussy.”

[hyernn]

DOLL I JUST REALIZE I NEVER SENT IN ANY TYPE OF REQUEST FOR THIS EVENT IVE BEEN SO EXCITED FOR 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️

now i’ve got to decide who i want to request for 😩😩I think the request im going with … how about breaking the bed during sex with either jason or dick, writers’s choice, pick what bat boy you feel best fits/ you have the most inspo for because you know im obsessed with both 😍😍

super excited for this event but as always, take your time 💙💙 feel free to ignore this request if you aren’t feeling it too i totally understand

i ADORE getting requests from you miss zee I swear I’m a try hard EVERY TIME

𝓈𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 ⎹ 𝓙.𝓣.

fandom dc / masterlist coming soon / @dollsdc-library

featuring jason todd x reader ( f! )

rating none of my work is meant to be viewed by minors (anyone under the age of eighteen), and i will happily block any that interact with my posts or my blog.

content warning smut obviously, rough stuff ( jay is extremely rowdy ), slight degradation / grudge fucking but also kinda praise? angy jason is confused lmao

summary you always told jason he could take his frustration out on your body, that you wouldn’t break. you never expected your bed would, either.

word count 1.2k / mini musing

attention do not repost or translate, even with ‘credit’. just don’t do it. reblog instead of like. leave feedback if you enjoyed.

bird brains writing event !!

jesus christ, you were thankful your roommate was out of town.

not because you didn’t get along, not even because you felt you needed a break from her presence, but because Jay had shown up tonight in rare form, and there was absolutely no chance in keeping quiet. you were half hanged over the side of the bed on your tummy, both arms pinned together at your lower back under his strong fists as he dribbled you like a basketball, pushing you into the mattress with enough force that when you spring back up, the bed moans just as loud as you do. with each push, your back arches, and you take him hilt deep.

“Fuck, Jay!” but your euphoric caw fades into the skin slapping symphony, the sound of him grunting like a beast above you, and the edge of your headboard slamming into the wall with each furious thrust. you wished you could grip on to the bed sheets, or his arms at the very least, but both of his hands were pressing most of his weight on to your forearms, keeping them tight and in place. you could also feel his sweat trickling onto your back and shoulders, mixing with your own, but you couldn’t focus on it for too long, because the sensation of his pulsating cock kissing your cervix was much more potent.

“Like that, bitch?” he snarls, hunched over your back. you could feel his bare chest against your shoulder blades as he pounds you, and his voice raspy in your ear. your eyes roll back, and you’re nodding before he’s even finished. “You just love being the Red Hood’s favorite cut of fuckmeat, dontcha?”

the fury in his voice is such a tell. you could ask him what happened once he was done, but you weren’t sure if you truly wanted to know. it was this kind of back breaking, gut ripping, primal fucking that had you thinking (with the few brain cells he hadn’t managed to fuck loose) that someone had gotten to him tonight. under his skin. with the way he was breaking you in, you didn’t want to see what he’d done to them. he probably wouldn’t tell you either, and you were okay with that. you purr, craning your neck to look over your shoulder at him, your parted tears cresting over his. “Hell yes,” you breathe out, eyes wide and locked on to his. “I love being Red Hood’s fuck toy! Fuck all of your aggression out, I can take it, baby!”

Jason smirks, breathless and tense, pressing his torso to your back to plant a rough, sloppy kiss over your mouth. both of you moaning in unison, your tongue meets his at the threshold and playfully pushes at it.

“I know you fuckin’ can,” he growls, hips snapping harder now that he has your body pinned to the mattress, “my baby don’t fuckin’ break.” you tighten around him when says that, whimpering. you always did have a soft spot for being referred to as Jason’s “baby,” especially when he fucked you like he hated you. the squeeze elicits a vulgar grunt from him, and he drops his head to nip and pull at the soft skin on your shoulder, leaving his signature in the form of saliva coated teeth marks. “Goddamn, when you grip me like that—“ his words are slurred as he marks you up, “I want to make you feel me for days.” one of his hands slips from your back and snatches a handful of your hair at the root, keeping your head forced back even when you want to drop it forward and let out a long, sultry moan. “Gonna make you walk funny for a fuckin’ week when I bust you wide fuckin’ open.”

you only squeeze him tighter, moan his name louder, and smile. because that’s exactly what you want.

the prospect of not being able to walk without remembering the feel his girth sliding against your spasming canal, or the sound of his bestial snorting, or the smell of his sweat, the taste of his starving kiss. you would take every ounce of agony he wished to serve and be grateful to be able to remember it in the morning. “Give it to me,” you plead, breathlessly, eyelids fluttering as they struggle to stay open, “fuck me like you hate my guts, Jay.”

you’d just hit the acceleration on a joy ride that was sure to leave you in pieces, but you didn’t care. all you wanted right now was Jason to make good on his filthy promise— hurt you harder.

he complies with grinding teeth, hips jackhammering away until you saw stars behind your eyelids and you were screaming so loud you were certain the neighbors would call the cops if they hadn’t already. it was perfect, being fucked so hard that you couldn’t form a single, coherent word except for his name. the rest of it squeals and babbles.

the creak of the bed frame wasn’t loud enough to draw any attention, until the legs nearly folded, mattress slouching close to the floor. you could feel springs pop at the same time under your belly and you hiss in surprise. Jason stops, his hands slipping under your stomach to lift you into the air and keep you from toppling to the floor with the broken mattress. your legs were like jelly, wobbling like a newborn horse, but he had you close to his chest. you weren’t going anywhere. “Shit, the bed—“ you whisper, looking at the mangled mess. boards had split under the weight, the metal legs warped and bent practically in half.

“Fuck the bed.” he murmurs in your ear, and it was almost like you did. was his husky, dominant whisper that powerful?

“It’s not over, right?” you ask, frowning. the last thing you wanted was for your cheap, Amazon bed to ruin the fun. you were panting, and so was he.

“Over?” he asks, incredulous, “Not even fuckin’ close.” he leans forward to snatch one of your pillows off the dilapidated bed and throws it to the floor before simply letting go of you. you collapse on the floor, a sack of potatoes, trembling, but his aim is impeccable as always, because the fall is cushioned with the pillow. “Stick that sexy ass in the air.” he hisses, giving your thighs a couple of encouraging swats.

your back arches as if you were jumping to attention, poking your ass out and presenting it as a gift to your lover. “Put it back in,” you moan, driven mad by the hideous hollow feeling in your belly, “please fuck me again!”

that’s when Jason presses the sole of his foot against your cheek, pressing your face into the carpet, as he squats to guide himself back into your core. he slides in, and you bite your lower lip to suppress a grateful whimper. “Ready to take me again, fucktoy?” he asks with a proud grin. watching you from this angle, his massive body towering over yours, his foot on your head, he felt like a king. invincible. you nod, bouncing your ass back to help him get into a rhythm. “Good fuckin’ girl. I’m gonna destroy your cunt until the sun comes up.”

[hyernn]

i’m honor of 4/20,,,getting high with jason and having high sex 😵‍💫

i didn’t finish this on 4/20 like i definitely should’ve BUT the idea was too delicious not to post late. i’m posting at 4:20 pm in honor!!

𝒽𝒾𝑔𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃 ⎹ 𝓙.𝓣.

fandom dc / masterlist coming soon / @dollsdc-library

featuring jason todd x reader ( f! )

rating none of my work is meant to be viewed by minors (anyone under the age of eighteen), and i will happily block any that interact with my posts or my blog.

content warning drug use/smoking, face fucking (j receiving), dumbification, kind of a spit kink, shotgunning/sharing smoke

summary jason loves to make you dizzy and take what’s his.

word count 1.2k / mini musing

attention do not repost or translate, even with ‘credit’. just don’t do it. reblog instead of like. leave feedback if you enjoyed.

bird brains writing event !

“That’s it,” Jason purrs, blowing a thick cloud of smoke towards the ceiling, “that’s my pretty, little cocksucker.” he’s lounging, head tilted back over the top of the cushion on the couch, a fat blunt half-smoked and clenched between his lips. it had to be the third of the session, because you’d most certainly partaken in the first two, but by the time you were so hazy and willing to do anything he asked, it was easy peasy to shove you down on to your knees between his own and present his cock to you. mindless and floating, you were excited to suck him right there, vaguely aware that he had been rolling up again.

you didn’t care. you had your prize, and you were working hard to worship it.

rubbing your thighs together, you use both hands to please the inches you’ve yet to take into your mouth and fondle his balls, your head bobbing fervent. every now and then, his thick tip pops free of your lips and you smack them, before swirling your tongue around the head. it was your way of being able to take a breath, without slowing down at all.

“Aren’t you so happy to be down there right now, baby?” he teases, tapping the toe of his boot. “You’re so easy. All I need to do is get you a little dizzy and your fuckin’ brain goes out the window, doesn’t it, cutie?” you smile, lapping at his length while your fist worked him over. his words are thick and husky, and his chin was pushed into his chest so he can stare down his body at you. “That fuck me smile of yours, goddamn. Does it make you happy knowing I did it on purpose?” taunting again, he raises a brow, taking a drag. the cherry on the blunt blazes to life, and then fades into a hazy glow when he blows the smoke through his nose, down towards your face. “I bet that little cunny drips at the thought of me drugging you up, getting you so damn dumb and submissive and forcing you to suck me off.”

“Fuck, yes, I’m so wet, Jay—“ you whine, allowing his cock to drape over your countenance so you could pay tribute to his balls. taking them in your mouth, you suckle, rolling your tongue between the sensitive seam, which elicits a primal grunt from the beast above you. Jason’s fist clenches. “I love being your brainless whore.” you couldn’t help yourself, you moan the admission, eyelashes flittering. you wrap your free hand around him now, pumping both in a skillful, quick rhythm from base to tip, smearing your saliva over every, throbbing inch.

“Oh, I know you do. That’s exactly why you’re going to open that mouth wide and let me plow it.” he growls, “Hands.” you knew what to do. you raise your arms towards his chest and he catches your wrists, holding them in place. “That’s my girl.” pressing his boots on to the floor, he shifts, words slurred by the stick in his mouth, and angles his thick cock to your open couplet. “Keep those pretty eyes open and on me, even when I pop your throat barrier.” it was a challenge, especially now that you knew what was coming. the first couple of inches glide in, but when the tip stops at the back of your mouth, you want to squint. you want to brace yourself for when he undoubtedly will buck his strong hips and force your throat to open to him, but you manage to keep your eyes open. the pop is inaudible, but you feel it, and then he’s stretching your esophagus much more than intended. you’re almost certain if you had been laying down, you might see the shape of him there. your fists clench, arms trying to jerk away, but his grip is so damn tight. “Ah, you’re good, baby.” he groans, hips rutting into a ferocious rhythm. “Breathe through your nose, you can take it.” he didn’t have to finish the thought. you’d done it so many times before.

but your body still wants to escape, fingernails digging crescents into your palms. you whimper, eyelids fluttering, the smoky room air around you only enhancing the sensations. your tongue wiggles against the floor of your cavern, pinned in place as you’re made to kiss his base. the vulgar clucking coming from you was miraculously on beat with his brutal throat fucking.

Jason moans, “Pretty baby.” ocean eyes black in the dim lighting, but they flicker over every inch of you. he loved to watch your tits bounce when he pounded himself into your face, and watch the saliva bubbles ooze out from the corners of your swollen lips. he loved to hear you cluck and gag and moan, and see your eyes glaze over. “Wish you could see yourself right now. What a messy, little slut you are, drooling all over my cock. Choking on it. That’s all you’re good for, isn’t it, baby? Being my air-headed, little set of holes.

you want to nod. you try to nod, but he’s rocking his hips so fast that you gag when you try. Jason smirks, gripping the blunt in his lips, and pushes himself forward, nesting as deep inside as your body would allow, and he stills there for a moment. your fingers stretch out again. you want to reach his heaving chest, pat on it, let him know that you don’t know if you can take anymore, but he’s holding them inches away. luckily, he reads you, and pulls back just as you feel like you’re drowning, and his cock falls free of your mouth and he releases your hands. sputtering, you fall back on to your butt, sucking in breath after breath, spittle in strings hanging from his twitching cock. teary eyed and breathless, but still smiling, you peer up at him, and he smirks.

“Such a good whore you are. Get up here and get your reward.” one, thick palm pats his thigh, and you climb his leg, perching yourself on it. he takes a moment, sucking a mouthful of smoke and forcing it back into his lungs. you watch, anticipating a smoky kiss, and raise one hand to wipe the saliva from your mouth and chin, but he catches it before you can, and shakes his head, pulling it to urge you forward and meet his waiting lips.

Jason’s kiss always tasted so damn good. so sinful, especially when his mouth forces yours to part and you feel a tingle— the smoke filling your cavern. you take it all in, bringing it down with an inhale to fill your lungs, and his tongue wraps itself around yours in the meantime, until you’re forced to breathe in puffed clouds on his cheeks.

floating.

you’re floating— caught in your own, personal nirvana that was this hotboxed, dark room with him.

“Like a pro.” he praises against your mouth, impressed when you don’t dissolve into coughing fits. “Now, get that cute, little ass back on the floor and make me cum.”