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guy who has mistaken adrenaline for love and isn’t interested in correcting the mistake
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y’all love the morally gray, snarky, grief stricken characters until it’s a woman. i’ve seen so much discourse regarding female characters who display the exact same character traits as male leads and are criticized for it while the men are praised. let women be cruel and vindictive. let them deal with their grief and trauma in destructive ways. let them be real. give them the same treatment you would give to your favorite male love interest.
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I am fine with "the audience" -
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I am not fine with "the audience"
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Save the fandom things. Preserve the fandom things. Respect the fandom things.
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𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃𝓁𝒾𝓉 ⎹ 𝓗.𝓙.
fandom dc comics / galaxy’s edge au masterlist / @dollsdc-library
featuring stepdad!hal jordan x minx!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 stepdad fantasy, infidelity ( him ), daddy kink, very very brief somnophilia, creampie
summary coming home after too long away, hal has one thing on his mind. his wife’s daughter.
word count 2.5k / 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.
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the entire trip home, Hal’s hands were shaking. he missed Earth. he missed his home, his warm bed, he missed plopping down on the couch to have a beer, instead of saving the universe. most of all, he missed you.
he knew that he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help himself. he was feverish, his mind racing with visages of you. they were memories, the same ones that kept him up at night, alone, and fucking his own fist in the dark, wishing he was nestled deep inside you. time away from home had gotten significantly harder to bear since you came along.
and now, here he was, headed home with his body on fire. he needed you.
it had to be well after midnight when he finally stood in the drive, sliding the ring from his finger into his pocket. the house was completely dark, and he kept it that way even when he crept inside. his wife had work early in the morning, and any respectable husband would tiptoe up the stairs, and slide into bed as quiet as a mouse so as not to wake her. that thought twisted a grimace on to Hal’s countenance as he took the steps two at a time.
when had he ever been a respectable husband?
reaching the landing, with only the dull glow of the moon to guide him, he’s met with two options: his bedroom and yours.
it was hardly a choice at all.
in an instant, he’s standing in front of your door with his hand on the knob. his heart pounds against his rib cage and he finds it even harder to breathe when he lets himself inside. firstly, he’s hit with a wave of your perfume, and the lingering faintness of your body wash. you always smelled so damn sweet, like a candy shop, and it drove him crazy. then, he sees you on the bed. curled up on your side, you’re nested under a layer of sheets, but he knows that you’re not wearing much, just your panties; your torso swaddled in a skimpy, cropped tank. he remembered the emerald garment — you’d been upset when Green Lantern pajama set you wanted only came in child sizes, but you’d still bought one that was a size too small. you often wore the top around the house, your breasts all but spilling over the neckline, making it incredibly difficult for Hal to keep his eyes off of you. Hal’s eyes flickered over the multiple newspaper clippings, posters, and Polaroid pictures of his own countenance. at first, he thought it was a bit strange, sleeping with a GL fangirl that had no idea her stepdaddy was behind the mask, but now he was even mildly amused.
maybe one day he’d tell you.
as he pressed closer to your bed, he considered the probability of you even begging to suck him off while he wears the suit. it was surprisingly likely, and he couldn’t help but smirk, thinking about how powerful he’d feel, fully suited up, with a handful of your hair, listening to you choke on him.
Hal shuddered as he stripped and climbed into the bed; no more fantasies. he was here. you were here. and he was going to go crazy if he couldn’t have you right now. he’d waited long enough, wanted long enough. sliding in behind you, one strong arm snakes around your waist and pulls you back into his warmth. Hal dips his head, leaving a trail of kisses over your neck leading up to your ear. you hum in your sleep, pressing back against him, your butt grinding against his already hardening cock.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans, incredulous into your ear, one hand grasping your hip to keep you flush against him so he can press his bare erection against your panties, “I missed just how good you feel in my arms.” you were starting to come around, mumbling incoherent in a soft, sleepy little voice, but his free hand was already sliding up to rest against your throat, angling your head back so he can nip at your lobe. the opposite one careens over your hip and delves under the layer of cover, for his fingers to spear against your panties.
“H—al—“ you groan, eyes still closed, but one of your hands flee behind you to grasp the back of his head, your hips oscillating to grind against his palm. “You’re… home… finally…”
“Finally’s right.” he mutters, finding your steady swelling clit even through the thin, dampening fabric. “Hope you’ve been a good girl since I’ve been gone.”
you purr, tilting your head back even further to look up at him, your eyelids finally fluttering open, and your teeth sink into your lip to stifle a sultry moan. “Feel how wet my little pussy is, daddy?” you coo, “I’ve been good.” he’d set damn near impossible rules for when he left for work — no touching yourself. there had been plenty of times when you were aching for it, rubbing your thighs together, trying to get yourself off without breaking his stupid rule, but the stimulation wasn’t enough. so you spent the last three months wanton and in a damn-near constant state of slick, dreaming about just how good his thick cock feels on your belly. it was torture, and you fixed your mouth to tell him so.
Hal grunts, lips grazing your forehead as your crown rests against his heaving chest, his fingers pressing hard on your clothed button. you sigh in pleasure, back arching, but his forearm digs into your belly, pressing you back against his abdomen, “You know why daddy has his no touching rule, minx?” you shake your head, whining soft, keeping heavily lidded eyes on his taut countenance, “Because I want you to to be so damn needy by the time I come home that you soak my fingertips,” he seals his mouth over your forehead in a lazy kiss, rubbing in vicious circles, “wanna feel your tight pussy stretch for me, and only me, I wanna feel you cum as soon as I slide it in because you’ve missed being so full of cock that you just can’t hold it in.” you moan out loud, from his words alone, and his hand on your neck shoots up to clamp over your mouth, “Shh,” he pulls you closer to him, eyeline darting towards the bedroom door; it was ajar. aside from your heavy breath on his palm, and the muffled whimpering, the house was still quiet. “You can feel how much I missed you, can’t you?” he asks, rubbing his hard cock against your butt to emphasize his point, and you nod, “Yeah? And you missed me just as much?” another nod, and he sucks in a breath, holding it as if to prepare himself, “Prove it to me.”
your body acts before your brain can catch up, both of your hands sliding down between your legs, one enveloping his thick, throbbing manhood, fondling the sensitive tip until every muscle in his body has tightened. you purr against his palm, eyelashes fluttering, as your digits work to lather his length in his own precum that is just starting to pearl on the head, stroking him from tip, down to base, and back up again. your other hand nudges his away from your core, svelte fingers curling around the crotch of your panties to pull them to one side. “Too impatient to get those off?” he teases, but his teeth are grinding, “You want that cock so bad that you just can’t wait, is that it?” your back arches, and you nod yet again, grasping him by his girthy base and guiding him to your eager cunt. the split and stretch has you both moaning— you, mewling into his hand, and he buries his face in the crook of your neck to groan. “That’s my girl,” he murmurs, slurred, “that’s the warm, fucking pussy I’ve been craving…”
thankful for his hand clamped over your open mouth, you realize just how right he was— the feeling his cock sliding into you after so long has your mind going blank, your eyes crossing as you try to keep them open and on the man behind you. in the dark, you can see the shape of him, chiseled and strong, and you can feel your body already releasing an ounce of ecstasy. it wasn’t near the power of the orgasm you were used to, but it most certainly set your sensitivity level up to one hundred. you push back against him, taking more of his cock into you, moaning happily, and Hal pants in your ear, “Show me just how happy you are to have your daddy and his big, fucking dick home,” he rasps, “fuck yourself for me.”
you wanted to protest; you were too spoiled by his raw power when he pounded deep, and you wanted to feel him plow you into the mattress, but you were too starved for him to put up a fight. with a pitifully muffled moan, you rock back against him, listening to the squelching as you use him like a cheap sex toy. you were so fucking wet; when he plunges back inside there’s almost no resistance at all, allowing you to slam yourself back and take him hilt deep.
“Good fucking girl,” Hal moans in your ear, kissing it, his free hand running up to take hold of the neckline of your top, jerking it downwards to free your bouncing breasts. he paws at one, then gives it a firm slap, before massaging the sting into your flesh. you yelp, kissing his palm. “stay nice and quiet for daddy, just listen to how sloppy wet your pussy is, swallowing all of me like the greedy, little fuckhole she is.”
you whimper, brows knitting together. there’s a churning in your belly already, intensifying each time your ass jiggles, smushing against his pelvis to take him deep. you’re close to cumming, again, and this time it’ll be big. hopefully, Hal would keep his hand over your mouth, otherwise you worried you might wake your mother, screaming for her husband’s cock. your walls shudder with excitement, the impending climax crossing your eyes as you look up at him.
he’s equally as tense, jaw strung tight, features harsh, and you can feel droplets of his sweat tickle your forehead. “My little Minx gonna cum already? It feel that good, baby?” he croons, forcing a strained smirk, and you nod, “Mm, I know, I can feel you already starting to tighten up on me— fuck, I’m close, you want to cum with daddy?”
“Mm! Mhm!” you cry, deciding that nodding was not a fervent enough answer. you arch back into him, hips quivering.
“Yeah?” he teases, his own body rocking into you this time, pounding the syllable home. “Hold on to something, minx.”
you knew exactly what that meant.
scrambling, you only reach for him, the hand that keeps your noises muffled, and your nails dig into his forearm. just in time, too, because Hal grips your breast in one hand, and your mouth in the other, and immediately jackhammers into your body with so much force that your feet kick, haplessly, between his legs. you squeal, a pathetic and whiny sound that dies in his hand as he batters your sex, using your body to fuck his way into bliss, and you drop off along the way, coming undone with shivering, whimpering spasms of pure pleasure.
“I’m going to cum in your pussy, little minx…” it’s hardly a warning, but you didn’t care. if anything, you might be offended if he chose not to fill your tummy after months of being away. Hal sounds just like a beast when he cums, snorting and groaning, and you’d never tire of hearing it. his hot breath pricking goosebumps on your neck that was already littered with his saliva and lovebites, his hands cruel on your skin, leaving the shape of them imprinted. “Fuck, take me, perfect girl, take me.”
your thighs are quivering when you start to feel the familiar growing warmth in your core, and Hal takes his precious time pulling out, teasing your clenching cunt, drawing his cock out a torturous speed until the swollen head pops free.
he’s breathing even more ragged as he wrenches the sheets back, sitting up on he knees. finally released from his grip, you gasp for more air, rolling over on to your back, your hands falling back by your flushed countenance on the pillow. you’d made a mess of the sheets, the patch of wet visible under your bum, but he stares at it with a lusty grin, prying your quivering thighs open. “Show me,” he barks, husky and desperate.
you whine, spreading your legs even though they’re starting to cramp up, and one hand runs down over your breasts, down to your belly, and eventually to your sex. using two fingers, you spread your sticky lips apart, flashing him your used hole as it twitches. Hal presses his palm on your lower belly, and his cum leaks out of you in a gooey mess. “Look at the mess you made, Minx,” he groans, two fingers scooping what he can as it coats your core, “are you daddy’s messy, little whore?”
“Yes.” you moan, arching your back.
Hal quirks a brow, pushing those fingers into you, forcing the cocktail of arousal back into your body, “Tell me.”
you bite your lip, thighs trying to snap closed, but he’s pushing all of his weight on to one, keeping it pinned to the mattress, “I’m daddy’s messy, little whore!” you croak, nodding happily.
Hal seems pleased enough, pushing your hand away so he can pull your ruined panties back in place. he pats your pussy through them, as if proud of the carnage he’s lain. “And you’re going to lay right here, oozing daddy’s cum, and think about how good it feels being his whore until you fall asleep, aren’t you?”
a breathless smile tickles your lips, “Yes, daddy, and I’ll dream about you fucking me senseless, like I always do.” your voice has leveled out to a small degree, allowing for the singsong chirp to return.
your stepdad smiles, too, leaning over to kiss your forehead. “Attagirl.” he murmurs, before he’s climbing out of your bed and pulling his pants back on. it was shame to cover up his naked form, you’d always thought that, and now as you watched him, you nibble on your lip. his muscles bulging and contracting as he bends over to retrieve his shirt.
“Don’t go in there and fuck her.” you hiss, eyes narrowed.
Hal pauses, turns, and quirks a brow. “Is my little minx jealous?”
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Jason would probably wouldn't know he has daddy kink until you call him that in bed. Then when it gets him going, he makes sure you call him daddy in privacy only.
OMG YES WAIT IANFVKANSFK ITD GO SMTH LIKE THIS
“mmfh- fuck, daddy,” you whine form under him, lost in the pleasure of his cock stretching you wide open and his large fingers swiping across your clit.
his hips stutter for a moment before continuing with a newfound vigor. he stares down at you with low, almost predatory eyes as he mockingly murmurs, “aw yeah? you like daddy’s big dick fuckin’ you stupid, huh?” you moan in response, mindlessly nodding along to his velvety voice.
you can’t call him daddy in public because he’s developed a sort of pavlovian response.. if you call him daddy, within the next few minutes hell be sporting a semi hard-on in his jeans.
hell brush past you, intentionally pushing his bulge into your ass before grumbling, “look whatcha did, sweetheart,” and “ya gotta come fix this for me, baby.”
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RED LUST
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RED LUST
Jason Todd x Reader x Roy Harper
Summary: “Princess, you don’t mind Roy hanging out with us, do you?”. Jason avoided your eyes for a few moments, on purpose you knew. He was waiting for you to calm down. He knew that you couldn’t stand the auburn haired man Jason insisted was his best friend.
Warnings – Language. Smut. NSFW. Threesome.
Word Count: 2.8k
A/N: Well today is the day. It’s my birthday!!! As I hit the infamous dirty thirty this year, enjoy this thirsty fic and celebrate with me. 🥳😈💋 xoxo 
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“It’s literally impossible to be a woman.
You are so beautiful, and so smart, and it kills me that you don't think you're good enough. Like, we have to always be extraordinary, but somehow, we're always doing it wrong?
You have to be thin, but not too thin, and you can never say you wanna be thin. You have to say you wanna be healthy, but also, you have to BE THIN.
You have to have money, but you can't ask for money because that's crass.
You have to be a boss, but you can't be mean.
You have to lead, but you can't squash other people's ideas.
You're supposed to love being a mother, but don't talk about your kids all the damn time.
You have to be a career woman, but also, always be looking out for other people.
You have to answer for men's bad behavior, which is INSANE, but if you point that out, you're accused of complaining!
You're supposed to stay pretty for men, but not so pretty that you tempt them too much or that you threaten other women because you're supposed to be a part of the sisterhood, but ALWAYS STAND OUT and ALWAYS BE GRATEFUL. But never forget that the system is rigged, so find a way to acknowledge that but ALSO, always be grateful!
You have to never get old. Never be rude. Never show off. Never be selfish. Never fall down. Never fail. Never show fear. Never get OUT OF LINE. It's too hard! It's too contradictory, and nobody gives you a medal or says 'thank you!' And it turns out, in fact, that not only are you doing everything wrong, but also, everything is your fault.
I'm just so tired of watching myself, and every single other woman tie herself into knots, so that people will like us.
And if all of that, is also true for a doll just representing a woman, then I don't even know." -Gloria the barbie movie
this is it. this is exactly it oh my god.
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“Die for You.”
summary: Jason is having complicated… feelings for (Name)— and they are so hard to articulate when he is so deep inside her
Tags: NSFW, sexual content, AFAB reader, she/her pronouns, degradation (a small bit), praises, spitting, spanking (just one time), unprotected sex, dropping of L-Bombs, friends to lovers
Note: this is a repost! It kind of flopped when I posted this yesterday so I’m reposting it 😭 this is a second part to to the first post!
Jason Todd noticed it.
He always does, no matter how small the detail is, he can see her in a different light after that night, after making the small friend with benefits arrangement when he pumped her full with his cum.
The next few months, God, he was starting to notice it. She's glowing. The nights of her pussy milking his cock empty, she has this glow that he prides himself in because he made her feel that way after taking her ability to walk for the next following days.
But it's more than sex now, Jason thinks. He needs her, he needs to hear her voice every single day, he need (Name) on his side to ramble on her day, he can't do this friends with benefits anymore, fucking hell- Jason needs (Name).
Jason wants to look at her everyday, she's a painting, a masterpiece rather, with lots of perfections and imperfections, from the way how her watercolor eyes looks so good under the sunset rays, her lips that always curved up perfectly everytime her gaze landed on him, and her hands- they fit so perfectly to his that Jason wonders what would it be like to hold them everyday.
Jason loves her- wait. He stopped himself when he saw he's been staring her quietly as she tells her day about seeing a fat orange cat. She's so adorable, what the fuck.
Jason, that's your friend, don't fuck it up.
"Jason." (Name) moaned when Jason pushed her head down in the bed, his cock pounds inside her pussy to feel her slickness coating him as he fucked her hard into the mattress like a beast in a heat, this was new, it was like he's frustrated when he's fucking her from behind that she could only mewl and squirm, gripping the sheets below her to take whatever Jason was giving her.
And he feels frustratingly good when he feels her cunt fluttering around him, it's like she's pulling his pulling his cock inside her so tight, not wanting his cock leave her warm pussy who's dripping wet, begging to be released. "Fuck." He groaned when she purposefully squeezed his cock to tease him, something she always does to rile him up more so she can get what she wants- and she wants it hard. “What a fucking brat."
Jason grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled it, to make (Name) gasp when her eyes meet Jason's in the mirror's reflection who's looking at her with lustful desires, his hips not stopping to fuck her good like he wants.
She's so beautiful looking like a fucked out slut. His slut.
(Name) was about to close her eyes in pleasure but Jason landed his palm on her ass harshly, her eyes shot open and mewled at the impact, obviously making his cock twitched up when she realized she liked the stinging pain it left behind. "Don't you dare close your fucking eyes.” Jason groaned and let go of her hair, his hands now grabbing the flush of her hips to pull it back to meet his unforgiving pace. “Eyes on me, baby.” He went rougher, feeling the tip of his cock brushed a spongy feeling of her spot that made her arched her back, her head resting on her arm, locking eyes with Jason in lost pleasure.
There it is. Jason Todd knows that look, a desperate look that she's close.
"Close already?" Jason mocked her before leaning to pressed his chest down on her bare back and kiss her shoulder that made her whine softly. (Name) nodded feverishly, her mind couldn't comprehend a single coherent thought when she can feel him so deep inside her. Jason returned to his position to feel her deep again, his eyes looked down to her ass, watching his cock slicked with her own arousal goes in and out of her pussy, and Goddamn, Jason was mesmerized by the sight of how she takes him so well. His line of thoughts were disturbed when she lets out a small desperate mewl and he looked back at her in the reflection and smirked at the sight of a poor (Name) all fucked out.
"Please, Jason, I wanna cum so bad." (Name) moaned, desperately moving her hips to meet his and chase her oncoming orgasm, his eyes watched her features contorting to pleasure, ready to release in any given moment - to which the dark-haired man pulled out abruptly. He wants to see her come undone, her pretty face always gets to him when he make her see heaven.
"Jason!" (Name) groaned, feeling empty without his cock inside her. Jason didn't bother to answer her when he flipped her to her back and drag her lower half to the edge of the bed to which where he stands now. Jason postioned her legs to rest on his upper body, her ankles rested on his broad shoulders, and his hands hold onto her thighs to lift her hips up, her slit is positioned to Jason's erected cock and pushed in without trouble.
He stilled, hissing at the feeling of her warm pussy enveloping him again, a experience he would never get sick and tired of. If Jason moves now, he'd cum on the spot and that would be fucking embarrassing.
Slowly, he sets out a slow pace, his eyes looking at her expression.
Jason will always adore that beautiful sight of (Name) right now, who's lost again to the feeling of him filling her up whole, but he frowned when her eyes are closed again, she knew Jason loves eye contact and he'll always make sure he gets what he wants from her. "Hey," he patted her cheek with his large hand, careful not to hurt but enough for her to to open her eyes. "I said, eyes on me." He grabbed her jaw and his thumb rested her lower lip, as if telling her to open them.
(Name) obliged, her lips parting for him and Jason leaned down, puckering his lips to let a gobble of spit down to her open mouth, watching it in amazement when she moaned in delight, eagerly swallowing it with a lazy smile while looking up to him. There she is with the eye contact. Fuck.
Jason growled. He roughly moved her a bit up so he can rest his knees to the bed and wrapped her legs around his waist to feel her deeper and harder, just like how they both always wanted.
"You're being such a good girl for me." Jason groaned, praising her and sweet tight pussy, his hips not faltering from pounding her and his hands on her waist tightly, watching (Name) under his hold. "Good." Thrust. "Fucking." Thrust. "Girl.”
So fucking beautiful- when he praises her like that, how she melts at those simple praises. And she looks so damn pretty with (Name) looking like a gift sent for Jason to spend his time and efforts, to have her moaning his name like it's the only word she knows under him.
Her hair is a mess, her mascara is running down her cheeks, her lips letting out melody of moans and mewls because of him, her perfect tits bouncing when he fucked her so hard. He can feel himself close just by the sight of her lost on the feeling of his cock plunging deep inside her. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
"Jason." (Name)'s hand began to wander down and she rubbed her clit in front of him. This made the dark-haired vigilante smiled down at her, absolutely loving she's giving him a show for him to watch.
"Yeah? You like that?" Jason rolled his hips slowly like he's tracing his name on her pussy, marking it for his own, he's so obsessed of her that he couldn't help to do this everytime they fucked, and the best part is?
She enjoyed it, she loves it, and she lets him.
"Mhm." She panted out, her eyes looking down and watch how he rolled his hips so smoothly against her before switching back again to rough pounding her sweet cunt- this made her moan at the sight of it and feel herself getting wetter and closer to peak that euphoric feeling again. "Mhm? Yeah? You like playing with yourself?" Jason watched her moan, he's all sweaty but his stamina is something she always take serious for. (Name) could only nod and lifted her hips to meet his pace, always so needy and desperate for him to fill her up again and again.
He couldn't hold it in. So Jason rested his arms on the side of her head, his pace roughing up and captured her lips with his own that made him groan, she taste so sweet- fuck. "Jason," she whined against their kiss. “Wanna cum with you, please, please? Inside.” She pleaded and Jason groaned lowly at the sound of her helpless pleas. He pulled away and looked deep to her eyes, he can make out everything about her, from her long eyeslashes, her cute nose, her lips.
Jason doesn't want to let (Name) go- he just can't let her go and have other men have her that way he's having (Name) right now, he would rather die again if that was the case. "(Name).” Jason panted out, his brows furrowing, the hold she has on him dawned on him that he groaned at the thought of it, he's not complaining anyways. "Fuck you."
He getting close, and so was she that (Name) could only smile up to him with half-lidded eyes when he cussed her out. She's so pretty, it hurts.
With a few more thrust, (Name) came around his cock with a lewd moan of his name and Jason pupils dilated watching her cumming to his cock that he couldn't help it and bury his face on the crook of her neck.
"I love you." Jason groaned - And ropes of cum shot inside her pussy, his hips stuttering, his whole body getting weak and Jason puts down his weight on her, taking a deep few breaths but he didn't pulled out just yet.
Oh fuck. He said it. He didn't mean to- whatever, just out with it.
They both went silent, besides the heavy breathing, it was... quiet. The weight of his words finally sinking to (Name) and squirmed under his weight to get comfortable. "Uh... Jason you kind of slipped -"
"Shut up." He pressed his lips on her neck. " know what I said." Jason grumbled, his arms wrapping around her body to stop her from moving.
"And I mean it. I love you." the word is so foreign to him. "why do you have to come-" she snorted at that but Jason decided to ignore that. "And ruin me? You and your whole existence is a thorn on my side." Jason bit her neck, leaving a small love bite. "Don't even answer that." He said, he's not feeling to hear whatever witty retort from her right now.
"|... fuck- this was too fast, i'm sorry." Jason pulled back and watched her with rueful smile. "But damn it, fuck you, (Name), I want you. Not just your body. I want you. So let me take you out on a date and let me treat you the way you deserve, unlike those douchebags you go after." He means that, it may be a bad time for them to go heart to heart right now when he's still literally inside her, but if not now, when? He just doesn't want to be a friend she's fucking, he wants to be more than that to her. It's obvious that Jason doesn't have any experience in these kind of fields before, but whatever, he thinks.
(Name) wasn't expecting this but she laughs softly that made him smiled softly at the sound of her voice. This is such a stupid confession." Jason shrugged. "Hey, it's unique."
"I would love to." (Name) looked at him with a smile and Jason felt like all his stress melted just by looking at her with that damn smile.
But of course, Jason who's not an expert yet in any romantic field does what he needs to do.
"… good, but let's think about our date tomorrow." He pushed his hips again, feeling her again and grinned when she shot him a look but her moan said otherwise that made his cock harden again. “Sorry, (Name), you're just to die for.”
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CRUSH, miguel o'hara
summary, miguel's loved you for a long time but after an incident in your bedroom he decides to show you how he really feels
warnings, fluff, soft!miguel, PIV, possessive!miguel, masturbation (m), miguel is kind of a freak
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Miguel took a seat on your bed, frowning as his fingers traced the silk sheets beneath him. He always imagined this– being inside your room, in your bed. Only you were there with him, both of you completely naked and not at a party that you were hosting tonight. He didn’t even know why he even bothered coming. Well, he did. He came for the sole promise that it was your house meaning you’d be here but he barely saw you at all. Whenever he did get the chance to talk to you, he wouldn’t know what to say, or you’d get whisked away by one of your friends who wanted to talk to you or show you something cool.
But he wanted that too. He wanted nothing more than to talk to you or show you something– anything that you wanted he would do if it meant he could at least get a second of your time– your company. He wanted you so much but he just couldn’t find the courage to tell you himself. He didn’t know why he couldn’t tell you. He was spiderman for fucks sake. People counted on him to be brave and fearless to save them. But when it came to you? He didn’t feel brave nor fearless. If anything he felt like he was the one who needed saving.
Why couldn’t he be spiderman when it came to you? 
Maybe it was the fear behind it all. He’s never let anyone get close to him, not after losing Gabi. She was the only thing keeping him going but after she was gone he just didn’t see a point in relationships with anyone in any capacity anymore. But then you came along. And you just had to ruin his plans, didn’t you? You just had to come along with your infectious laugh; and not those fake sympathy laughs when a joke isn't funny. When you laughed you laughed. It came from your belly and he’d find himself cracking up along with you. The first genuine smile he found himself having in a long time. 
It wasn’t long before he found himself completely enchanted with everything that was you.
Even when he tried pushing you away all you had to do was give him that frown and those eyes and he would take one look into them and see that glimmer of concern and would find himself drawn back in all over again. You had him wrapped around your dainty little finger.
But who was he to complain? 
He wished he could tell you all the things he’s kept pent up all these years but he just couldn’t. And he hated himself for it. He wasn’t even sure you’d like someone like him back anyways. He didn’t want to risk your friendship to him over his feelings no matter how strong they were. 
Having you was better than not having you at all.
And he was going to take what he could get. 
Miguel let out a sigh, looking around your room. He smiled seeing various posters of bands you liked on the wall. Some of which he specifically remembered you introducing them to. He never really cared for the bands but when he found out they were your favorite, they became his too. The memory of you, nose scrunched up as you handed him the left side of your headset as he took it. He would take anything from you, you didn’t have to tell him twice. He stuck it in his ear and you two just stayed there, on the steps to your house listening to your favorite song. He could still remember the faint burn of his cheeks when you started to bop your head to the tune and he took his time memorizing you; the shape of your nose, your lips, and lashes as you got completely lost in the song. He could also remember the panic he felt as he snapped his gaze forward when he thought you’d catch him looking at him. But you didn’t. You just put your head on his shoulder, and his heart soared. He didn’t know if he should’ve been concerned about the warmth that spread throughout his chest but he just ignored it. 
He knew it was pointless to reminisce on memories that made him fall for you even more but he couldn’t help himself. That's all he could do when he was alone; 
Think of you. 
But he was an idiot. You were under the same roof as him but he was too much of a coward that he’d lock himself in your room when he could be talking to you. 
He couldn’t take it anymore. He was going to leave, there was no point in any of this if he couldn’t get over his fears. Miguel exhaled through his nose as he got up from his spot on your bed, ignoring the imprint of his form on your mattress. As Miguel’s hand ghosted the doorknob something caught his eye;
Your hamper. 
“Fuck.” Miguel whispered to himself as his eyes landed on a pair of your panties sitting a mere inches away from the laundry basket. 
He cautiously took steps towards the fabric on the ground, bending down to pick it up. Running his fingers over the material, he felt his breath hitch as his cock hardened– aching against his jeans. 
Miguel held the material in his left hand, bringing it up to his nose and letting himself inhale your scent. He felt disgusting but he needed this– needed you. He let his right hand fall down and brush his erection through his pants, letting out a groan at how his cock twitched under his touch. As he pulled his hand away his hips seemed to chase after more contact wanting some kind of friction to ease the build up. 
His thoughts repeated over and over again in his head;
He needed this– needed you. 
He needed this– needed you. 
He needed this– needed you. 
He needed this– needed you. 
He needed this– needed you. 
And that's how Miguel found himself undoing his belt and pants, using his thumbs to push the jeans down his hips. His belt made a metallic thud as it hit the cold floor, his underwear followed suit as he watched his gray boxers pool around at his feet. His cock sprang out, precum already forming at the tip not caring how fucked up this was he just knew he needed relief.
He brought his left hand up, spitting in it so he could wrap his hand around his thick cock. He pumped at it while he let his groans spill from his lips and out into the air. 
Miguel faced your bed imagining you on your bed, legs spread all for him as you toyed with your cunt. He imagined the noises you’d make, the way he’d make you flick your clit until you were crying from the overstimulation and begging him to feel him inside of you. 
“Fuck– Oh – so fucking good for me aren’t you baby?” He titled his head back in pleasure, mouth open agape at the intensity. Miguel squeezed his hand around himself even harder, causing him to let out a whimper, “All mine.” 
Holding your panties up to his nose, he felt his eyes roll back as he continued to vividly picture the scenarios playing in his head, trying his best to live them with his imagination. He groaned at the image of you bouncing up and down on his cock, riding him to the best of your ability. He would grab your hips and guide them on how to use him like your own toy. He imagined the way your breasts would bounce and the furrow of your brows as you moaned his name in pleasure. 
If this alone felt so good he wondered what it’d be like to actually have you.
“Riding me s-so good– tight pussy squeezing me so good.” Miguel moaned out, deciding to wrap your panties around his cock. He ignored how insane it all was, standing in the middle of your room while music from the party blasted throughout the speakers of the house. Miguel ignored it, only thinking pure filth of you as he fucked himself into his hand and your underwear. 
He was so concentrated in keeping his pace he didn't even notice a knock at the door. 
As Miguel continued to stroke himself he felt like he was really losing it because it was almost as if he could hear someone calling, “Miguel!”
“Miguel?” His stomach dropped at the familiar sound– it was you. You were outside the room shouting over the music as he touched himself inside your room. He should’ve stopped. He should’ve pulled his pants and underwear back up and went outside and apologized and left. He should’ve. But he didn’t. Instead he listened to the throbbing of his cock when he heard your voice call out his name. 
“Yea?” He called out, trying his best not to give away his actions that were being hid behind the wooden door. 
“Are you okay? I’ve been trying to find you.” You asked, concern evident in your voice and that just made Miguel even harder. 
Miguel felt dizzy, you were talking to him at this moment and you could’ve caught him if the door was unlocked. Maybe it was the thrill behind it all but he started pumping faster. 
“I’m fine, just needed some alone time is all.” He ignored the complete euphoria that he was feeling, trying to focus on sounding normal when talking to you. 
“I get that, these things can get overwhelming at times” You sighed, he could hear the frown in your voice, “I’m sorry we didn’t get to talk much. I really wanted to spend time with you but I guess a party wasn’t the right way of doing it.”
If Miguel could he would’ve moaned out loud. He loved the desperation you had for him in your tone. You wanted to spend time with him;
You wanted him.
He probably hadn’t responded in a while because you spoke again, “But I’m lucky I found you because now we can talk.” The sound of the door knob twisting really made Miguel stand there, paralyzed almost as the sound had him in a deathly grip.
He locked the door.
He locked the door or at least he thought he did, this couldn’t be happening. 
He only looked up when he heard the sound of the door close shut, breath heavy as he stared at you. 
He expected you to scream at him, to say he was disgusting and to leave your house immediately. 
But it never came. 
He watched you stare at the pair of panties in his hands, and his still erect cock, as a shade of red dusted your cheeks. And then he saw it. 
He watched your thighs squeeze together 
You liked this. 
Miguel stepped out of his pants and boxers which laid strewn out on the floor as he inched toward you. Your breath began to quicken, watching him stop in front of you. 
“Miguel…” you shakily reached up to touch his face. He melted into your hand, letting out a soft groan at the contact. You looked down to see his cock against your thigh, feeling yourself grow wetter at the sight. You took his cock into your hand, thumbing the slit a bit watching how responsive he was to your touch. 
“God.” He let out with a shallow breath, squirming under the feeling of your touch. Miguel grabbed your hand, shoving it against the door. While his other hand took hold of your jaw, smashing his lips onto yours. You reveled in the softness of his plush lips, they were everything you’d imagined. After a while Miguel pulled back, bringing his lips to your ear, “You like this huh? seeing me fuck myself in your room with your panties?” 
“No.” You lied, but it came off more as a question. 
“I think you do.” He hummed, grabbing a fist full of the material of your velvet black dress, bunching it up over your hips. Miguel brought his hand down between the two of you to rub you through your white panties with his middle finger, “And I think you knew how much I wanted you— how much I need you.” 
You moaned out, trying to grind yourself on Miguel’s touch, causing him to pull away. 
“Do you know how much I need you baby?” He grabbed the waistband of your white panties similar to the black lace ones he still had in his hand and yanked the material down to your feet. You acted on complete instinct as you grabbed his hand, stepping out of your underwear that was on the ground. You led Miguel back, pushing him on his back onto the bed 
His back hit the mattress with a creek and you both smiled like idiots. Miguel gave his length a few lazy strokes before he guided your heat onto the length of his cock. His hands automatically found their way onto your hips as he used your pussy to glide up and down his cock. 
He wasn’t thrusting inside of you, rather rubbing the length of his cock against your heat. He pulled back and pushed forward again, watching your lips wrap around his length and you moaned out loud at the feeling of your bare pussy touching every vein on his length. 
“Miguel please, I want you.” You cried out, not being able to take it anymore. 
“You wanna ride me? you wanna ride my cock baby huh?” he ran his middle and ring finger against your needy pussy, so red and puffy and in need for him and only him. 
“Yes, please, I want it.” You begged, watching Miguel position the head of his cock at your entrance, dragging it up your pussy to gather some wetness at the tip. 
He felt so light headed, like he could faint. All his dreaming of days like this and now it was finally happening to him. He had what he wanted and that was you. 
Miguel groaned as he guided your hips to sink down onto him, feeling him inside you. Miguel held you in place waiting inside of you so you could get used to his length. He groaned as his cock throbbed as your walls clenched around him— he could’ve came right there but he couldn’t.
He wouldn’t.
You felt so perfect around him. Like you were made especially for him. 
“Miguel please…” You whined out and he groaned the gravity of the situation hitting him. He was actually fucking you. He was inside of you. And you were begging for him. It was like a switch flipped inside of him, Miguel gripped your hips hard, bruising them harshly. He lifted you up and down at a piercing pace, making you bounce on his cock vigorously. 
“Fuck— such an angel.” He moaned out loud snapping his hips upward to meet your bouncing, “Feel like heaven to me.” 
Your hands stayed planted on Miguel’s chest as you sunk down onto his cock rolling your hips at the feeling of him being buried balls deep inside of you. You gasped at the feeling of Miguel still holding you in place, so he could fuck you similairly to how he was doing with your panties a few minutes prior. 
”All mine.” He groaned, still fucking into you at a brutal pace. Partially mesmerized at how your tits bounced up and down everytime he bottomed out inside you. You were dizzy, partially at Miguel’s admission but also the feeling of your stomach beginning to tighten up. 
He needed this. 
He needed to hear you tell him you wanted him as much as he has all these years. 
“All yours Miguel.” You confirmed, fighting the urge to scream out when he brought his thumb to your clit, flicking it slowly. You tried rutting your hips to create more friction but that only made him go slower, “Miguel please.” 
“What do you want?” He asked, even though he already knew. He knew what you wanted but he just wanted to hear it for himself. Almost as if he’s trying to ground himself— remember that this is real. 
You felt tears begin to well up in your eyes, everything was too much. This made Miguel start to rub faster, flicking at your clit with intensity that tears started freely spilling from your eyes now and down your cheeks as you still rode him.
You rolled your hips against his cock one last time, feeling the tightness in your stomach burst and Miguel seemed to notice too as he groaned at the feeling of your muscles tensing around him— clenching around him. 
Miguel fucked you through your orgasm, still pumping into you groaning as you came with a choked sob. You were a squirming, crying, moaning mess as you wailed in pleasure. 
“Please I need you so badly Miguel.” You spoke in between sobs, feeling his cock twitch inside of you and the sound of a groan. 
Miguel’s hands went behind to squeeze your ass, watching your pussy swallow his cock whole.
“M- need you to fill me up, Mickey.” You coaxed trying to push him over the edge. 
“Gonna fill you with all of my cum angel.” You felt his thrusts begin to get sloppier and in a less consistent rhythm. His cock twitched, as you felt his muscles tensing up like yours had previously. He gave one last thrust, gasping and moaning as he came inside of you. You felt his hot cum paint the inside of you, causing you to whimper. 
You collapsed onto his chest as Miguel just held you, simply enjoying each other's presence as you always did. 
“Still can’t believe after all these years the way I find out you like me is you jerking off with my panties in my room.”  You gave him a dopey smile, tracing patterns onto his chest 
“Last time I checked you were pretty wet when you found me.” He teased, stroking your face.
“Guess that just makes us both freaks.” 
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“Die For You.”
summary: Jason has… complicated feelings for her. And it was getting really hard to articulate them when he’s so deep inside her.
Tags: NSFW, AFAB reader, she/her pronouns, sexual content, degradation (a small bit), praises, spitting, spanking (just one time), unprotected sex, dropping of L-Bombs, friends to lovers
Note: I… didn’t expect the first one to blow up! Thank you so much for the comments, it was honestly my first time writing smut (now second time) and it was such a ego boost to see y’all liked it! This really expanded my writing skills and I kinda got confident a bit ! So thank you so much for the likes, the comments, and the reblogs (especially with the tags) ❤️ this is part 2! Also, watercolor eyes can mean everything! Brown, blue, green, etc— yeah, y’all get the point— onto the smut!
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Jason Todd noticed it.
He always does, no matter how small the detail is, he can see her in a different light after that night, after making the small friend with benefits arrangement after he pumped her full with his cum.
The next few months, God, he was starting to notice it. She’s glowing. The nights of her pussy milking his cock empty, she has this glow that he prides himself in because he made her feel that way after taking her ability to walk for the next following days.
But it’s more than sex now, Jason thinks. He needs her, he needs to hear her voice every single day, he need (Name) on his side to ramble on her day, he can’t do this friends with benefits anymore, fucking hell— Jason needs (Name).
Jason wants to look at her everyday, she’s a painting, a masterpiece rather, with lots of perfections and imperfections, from the way how her watercolor eyes looks so good under the sunset rays, her lips that always curved up perfectly everytime her gaze landed on him, and her hands— they fit so perfectly to his that Jason wonders what would it be like to hold them everyday.
Jason loves her— wait. He stopped himself when he saw he’s been staring her quietly as she tells her day about seeing a fat orange cat. She’s so adorable, what the fuck.
Jason, that’s your friend, don’t fuck it up.
“Jason.” (Name) moaned when Jason pushed her head down in the bed, his cock pounds inside her pussy to feel her slickness coating him as he fucked her hard into the mattress like a beast in a heat, this was new, it was like he’s frustrated when he’s fucking her from behind that she could only mewl and squirm, gripping the sheets below her to take whatever Jason was giving her.
And he feels frustratingly good when he feels her cunt fluttering around him, it’s like she’s pulling his cock inside her so tight, not wanting his cock leave her warm pussy who’s dripping wet, begging to be released. “Fuck.” He groaned when she purposefully squeezed his cock to tease him, something she always does to rile him up more so she can get what she wants— and she wants it hard. “What a fucking brat.”
Jason grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled it, to make (Name) gasp when her eyes meet Jason’s in the mirror’s reflection who’s looking at her with lustful desires, his hips not stopping to fuck her good like he wants.
She’s so beautiful looking like a fucked out slut. His slut.
Before (Name) could close her eyes in pleasure, Jason landed his palm on her ass harshly, her eyes shot open and mewled at the impact, obviously making his cock twitched up when she realized she liked the stinging pain it left behind. “Don’t you dare close your fucking eyes.” Jason groaned and let go of her hair, his hands now grabbing the flush of her hips to pull it back to meet his unforgiving pace. “Eyes on me, baby.” He went rougher, feeling the tip of his cock brushed a spongy feeling of her spot that made her arched her back, her head resting on her arm, locking eyes with Jason in lost pleasure.
There it is. Jason Todd knows that look, a desperate look that she’s close.
“Close already?” Jason mocked her, to which (Name) nodded feverishly. His eyes looked down to her ass, watching his cock slicked with her own arousal goes in and out of her pussy, and Goddamn, Jason was mesmerized by the sight of how she takes him so well. His line of thoughts were disturbed when she lets out a small mewl and he looked back at her in the reflection.
“Please, Jason, I wanna cum so bad.” (Name) moaned, desperately moving her hips to meet his and chase her oncoming orgasm, his eyes watched her features contorting to pleasure, ready to release in any given moment— to which the dark-haired man pulled out abruptly. He wants to see her come undone, her pretty face always gets to him when he make her see heaven.
“Jason!” (Name) groaned, feeling empty without his cock inside her. Jason didn’t bother to answer her when he flipped her to her back and drag her lower half to the edge of the bed to which where he stands now. Jason postioned her legs to rest on his upper body, her ankles rested on his broad shoulders, and his hands hold onto her thighs to lift her hips up, her slit is positioned to Jason’s erected cock and pushed in without trouble.
He stilled, hissing at the feeling of her warm pussy enveloping him again, a experience he would never get sick and tired of. If Jason moves now, he’d cum on the spot and that would be fucking embarrassing. Slowly, he sets out a slow pace, his eyes looking at her expression.
Jason will always adore that beautiful sight of (Name) right now, who’s lost again to the feeling of him filling her up whole, but he frowned when her eyes are closed again, she knew Jason loves eye contact and he’ll always make sure he gets what he wants from her. “Hey,” he patted her cheek with his large hand, careful not to hurt but enough for her to open her eyes. “I said, eyes on me.” He grabbed her jaw and his thumb rested her lower lip, as if telling her to open them.
(Name) obliged, her lips parting for him and Jason leaned down, puckering his lips to let a gobble of spit down to her open mouth, watching it in amazement when she moaned in delight, eagerly swallowing it with a lazy smile while looking up to him. There she is with the eye contact. Fuck.
Jason growled. He roughly moved her a bit up so he can rest his knees to the bed and wrapped her legs around his waist to feel her deeper and harder, just like how they both always wanted.
“You’re being such a good girl for me.” Jason groaned, praising her and sweet tight pussy, his hips not faltering from pounding her and his hands on her waist tightly, watching (Name) under his hold. “Good.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Girl.”
So fucking beautiful— when he praises her like that, how she melts at those simple praises. And she looks so damn pretty with (Name) looking like a gift sent for Jason to spend his time and efforts, to have her moaning his name like it’s the only word she knows under him.
Her hair is a mess, her mascara is running down her cheeks, her lips letting out melody of moans and mewls because of him, her perfect tits bouncing when he fucked her so hard. He can feel himself close just by the sight of her lost on the feeling of his cock plunging deep inside her. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Jason,” (Name)’s hand began to wander down and she rubbed her clit in front of him. This made the dark-haired vigilante smiled down at her, absolutely loving she’s giving him a show for him to watch. “Yeah? You like that?” Jason rolled his hips slowly like he’s tracing his name on her pussy, marking it for his own, he’s so obsessed of her that he couldn’t help to do this everytime they fucked, and the best part is? She enjoyed it, she loves it, and she lets him.
“Mhm.” She panted out, her eyes looking down and watch how he rolled his hips so smoothly against her before switching back again to rough pounding her sweet cunt— this made her moan at the sight of it and feel herself getting wetter and closer to peak that euphoric feeling again. “Mhm? Yeah? You like playing with yourself?” Jason watched her moan, he’s all sweaty but his stamina is something she always take serious for. (Name) could only nod and lifted her hips to meet his pace, always so needy and desperate for him to fill her up again and again.
He couldn’t hold it in. So Jason rested his arms on the side of her head, his pace roughing up and captured her lips with his own that made him groan, she taste so sweet— fuck. “Jason,” she whined against their kiss. “Wanna cum with you, please, please? Inside.” She pleaded and Jason moaned at the sound of her helpless pleas. He pulled away and looked deep to her eyes, he can make out everything about her, from her long eyeslashes, her cute nose, her lips.
Jason doesn’t want to let (Name) go— he just can’t let her go and have other men have her that way he’s having (Name) right now, he would rather die again if that was the case. “(Name),” Jason panted out, his brows furrowing, the hold she has on him dawned on him that he groaned at the thought of it, he’s not complaining anyways. “Fuck you.”
He getting close, and so was she that (Name) could only smile up to him with half-lidded eyes when he cussed her out. She’s so pretty, it hurts.
With a few more thrust, (Name) came around his cock with a lewd moan of his name and Jason eyes dilated watching her cumming to his cock that he couldn’t help it and bury his face on the crook of her neck.
“I love you.” Jason groaned— And ropes of cum shot inside her, his hips stuttering, his whole body getting weak and he puts down his weight on her, taking a deep few breaths but he didn’t pulled out just yet.
Oh fuck. He said it. He didn’t mean to— whatever, just out with it.
They both went silent, besides the heavy breathing, it was… quiet. The weight of his words finally sinking to (Name) and squirmed under his weight to get comfortable. “Uh… Jason you kind of slipped—“
“Shut up.” He pressed his lips on her neck. “I know what I said.” Jason grumbled, his arms wrapping around her body to stop her from moving.
“And I mean it. I love you,” the word is so foreign to him. “why do you have to come—“ she snorted at that but Jason decided to ignore that. “And ruin me? You and your whole existence is a thorn on my side.” Jason bit her neck, leaving a small love bite. “Don’t even answer that.” He said, he’s not feeling to hear whatever witty retort from her right now.
“I… fuck— this was too fast, i’m sorry.” Jason pulled back and watched her with rueful smile. “But damn it, fuck you, (Name), I want you. Not just your body. I want you. So let me take you out on a date and let me treat you the way you deserve, unlike those douchebags you go after.” He means that, it may be a bad time for them to go heart to heart right now when he’s still literally inside her, but if not now, when? He just doesn’t want to be a friend she’s fucking, he wants to be more than that to her. It’s obvious that Jason doesn’t have any experience in these kind of fields before, but whatever, he thinks.
(Name) wasn’t expecting this but she laughs softly that made him smiled softly at the sound of her voice. “This is such a stupid confession.” Jason shrugged. “Hey, it’s unique.”
“I would love to.” (Name) looked at him with a smile and Jason felt like all his stress melted just by looking at her with that damn smile.
But of course, Jason who’s not an expert yet in any romantic field does what he needs to do.
“… good, but let’s think about our date tomorrow.” He pushed his hips again, feeling her again and grinned when she shot him a look but her moan said otherwise that made his cock harden again. “Sorry, (Name), you’re insatiable.”
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“Earned It.”
summary : to which (Name) revealed she never really enjoyed oral until Jason changed her mind.
tags : NSFW, AFAB reader, oral (f!receiving), squirting, 18+ content, minors dni
note: this is my first time writing smut 😭
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Jason Todd freezed at the revelation of what his bestfriend, (Name) said. It was something normal that’s for sure, but for her? She always bragged about her sex life, how she managed to pull everyone just by batting her eyelashes, to think that she—
“Never enjoyed receiving oral?” Jason has to ask her, if he heard her correctly. (Name) smiled sheepishly at that with a half shrugged as they continue to play a game of chess, she managed to get Jason’s pawn to which he grumbled because he got distracted. “It’s boring and they always get bored down there, so I just… y’know, never enjoyed them.”
He watched her carefully and down to the chessboard, that can’t be right, he thought, as someone as beautiful as her, they deserve to be worshipped in any way. She noticed this of course, how his brows furrowed and lips curled down to a frown— and she definitely knew what was going on his mind right now.
“So, how about we—“
“Jason.”
(Name) has her fingers clutching on Jason’s hair, she was pressed up to his couch, her legs resting on his broad shoulders and his big hands rested on her bare waist, occasionally drawing circles with his thumb on her soft skin and (Name) could only moan when his lips began to work on her.
Jason absolutely loved how her wet cunt tasted on his tongue, the way she pushed her hips up to his lips, loving how he licked her slit and sucked on her clit like it was his favorite dessert that he’ll never get sick off, he could do this for hours and he’ll thank (Name) for it, for letting him taste her for his own pleasure.
He traced his name with his tongue on her pussy, as if he’s claiming it for his own to eat, to fuck and to use. It’s his and he’s been waiting for so long to have (Name)’s body against his, he always wondered how soft she is and how she looks like under him, and it was such a pretty sight to see her like this, drunk on the feeling he’s giving her. Jason closed his eyes, his hands moving upward to grope her breast and marveled how they fit perfectly on his palm, his thumb running over her nipples and Jason felt them perked up that made him moaned in satisfaction.
“Jason.” She mewled, arching her back and Jason quickly flickered his tongue to her sensitive clit, sucking it just like how she likes it before dipping his tongue inside her, drinking all the slick from her puffy pussy. (Name) can only whine and moan from pleasure that made Jason grind on the couch, feeling his cock harden at her sounds that he’s been pulling out of her since this first started.
She sounds so beautiful right now that he couldn’t help but to enjoy his meal, making sure everything about her was given the utmost attention. “Taste so fuckin’ good for me.” Jason groaned, his one hand now prying her one leg wider before tracing his fingers across her slit. “Such a good girl, getting all wet.” With that, he slowly pushed his thick middle and ring finger, spreading her wide open slowly that (Name) lets out a lewd moan. “O-oh— fuck, please— don’t stop, ‘s good.”
And who was Jason to deny her?
His thick fingers made sure to go to a slow pace, her warm cunt hugged them so nicely while his mouth keeps sucking on her sensitive clit, listening to her now loud moans that’s pulling him in further more to his addiction and desires he has for (Name). Deciding this isn’t enough, he plunged in deeper and curled his fingers that (Name) gasped as she felt something that made her see stars, it was unfamiliar that Jason grinned up to her, feeling a sense of pride that he found her spot.
“Ja-Jason—“
“Shh, you can take it, baby. You’re my good girl, right?” The feeling of his fingers hitting the same spot over and over again made her eyes roll back to the back of her head, nodding dumbly, her body was completely submitting to Jason. “Mhm, yeah, ‘m your good girl, f-fuck—“
“Yeah? You’re my good girl?” Jason smirked up to her, he wasn’t slowing down, he’s enjoying all her reactions, how she looks right now with her hair a mess, her skin glistening with sweat, and how her soft lips parted at the pleasure and it’s all because of him. “Y—Yes, please, Jason, I love your tongue, it feels so good— ‘m gonna…”
Jason didn’t stopped, he doesn’t want to, and he knew she was getting close from the way her thighs began to tremble, her hips desperately grinding on his lips and how her fingers tightened on his hair.
“Cum for me.”
And she did more than that, (Name) did not disappoint when she arched her back, her thighs trembling, her eyes widening when she realized what was going on and gushed out to which Jason happily slurped it all to his heart content with a grin on his lips when (Name) squirted.
“O-oh— fuck!” She tried pulling Jason away from her sensitive pussy when he keeps sucking her clit. He chuckled and pressed soft kisses of the inside of her thick thigh, occasionally leaving them marks before returning his cocky grin when (Name) was breathing out heavily, looking up at the ceiling as if she can’t believe that happened, that her best friend ate her out and enjoyed it.
“Didn’t know you were a squirter, (Name).” Jason teased that she shot him a look of disapproval, watching her slick trailed off to his lips down to his chin. Realizing she was watching, Jason wiped it off with his licking it as he keeps his eyes locked on her.
“I didn’t know I can do that.” She defended weakly, panting heavily at the sight of Jason still drunk on the feeling.
Jason laughed softly and suddenly he wrapped his arm around her waist, turning her to bend her over the couch. She was about to complain but a whined escaped her lips when she felt his cock lining up to her entrance, it feels like she is energized again by the thought of her best friend fucking her from behind that she arched her back and wiggled her hips for a show.
“Well, how about another round?”
And who was (Name) to deny him that?
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Batfam: Oh sure we can! (track Jason)
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Bruce: You know you can stay, do you?
Alfred: Indeed, but I'm sure Master Jason might take care of them.
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AU where Jason gets his revenge by becoming a lawyer and getting joker sentenced to the death penalty
Bruce is conflicted about it but any time he tries to say anything on the subject Alfred just talks over him like “oh we’re so proud of you master Jason you finished college and you didn’t even use your father’s extensive resources that could’ve easily gotten someone in this family a degree aren’t we so proud master Bruce that Jason got himself a respectable profession–”
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Fiction often imitates real life situations. In fact, fiction is a great way to explore and raise awareness about real things.
It's not inherently disrespectful to show real things in fiction, or comparing between fiction and real life. It's all about how you go about it.
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