Chat, is this real or am I being messed with? đ Iâm still relatively somewhat new to Tumblr and not chronically on it 24/7 and have never seen this before, what do I do? đ
Spider-Man: Brand New Day talk (slight spoilers â ïž)
Ever since the movie came out, I havenât seen ppl talk about that scene where Peter is talking with Yelena in her office and she talks about the crazy fanart thatâs online that Peter is, unfortunately, aware of.
THIS SHOULD BE A BIG DEALâ THEYâRE ONTO US đđ WE HAVE TO TALK ABOUT THIS SCENE MORE
I woke up today and sadness washed over me right away, because I wasnât playing with wally west's beautiful hair while his head lay on my chest, and I couldn't trace the freckles on his nose, and I couldn't listen to his morning jokes about a pigeon that landed on our windowsill
summary: soft nights have even softer morning with jason
cw: nsfw(?), jason todd x gn!reader, sexual innuendos, light teasing, no explicit sexual acts.
a/n: brought to you by this lovely person here.
wc: 840
Sun filtered through the curtains; the unbearable heat prickling limbs tangled over limbs beneath silk bedsheets. A pair of arms rested around your waist, face comfortably pulled into the familiar build of your shoulder. Your inner thighs ached incredibly, the skin reddened and littered with vague imprints of teeth marks. A mess of clothes pooled at the edge of the bed, lace and cotton all together in a pile of laundry youâd have to do later.
A âgood morningâ wasnât enough for a welcome to the man wrapped around you â hell, an âI love youâ even less. The alarm rang on the nightstand in an annoying pitch, a groan exhaled from Jasonâs lips as he reached over your body to turn the object off. âSorry about that,â he whispered, sniffling his morning grogginess away. It prompted a shaky laugh from your lips, silenced by Jasonâs mouth on your own in a soft kiss. Both at an awkward angle, he opted for laughing along with you, tracing circles on your side with bare pressure. It was clear his eyes were full of adoration for only you, glimmering surprisingly bright for someone who described himself as anything but a lover (proved to be incorrect by your current state).
âNever thought Iâd wake up with someone so pretty on my bed,â he teases, kissing the curve of your shoulder with that toothy smile anyone would easily fall in love with. You turn to face him in bed, bare chest pressed to bare chest, sunlight hitting your cheek perfectly in his sight. âFlattery wonât get you any breakfast, Red.â
âIs it really flattery if itâs true?â
You shrug, head sinking into the pillows. If heâd learnt anything throughout the course of your relationship, it was to be quiet and look for all of the tiny details youâd leave without noticing. Chewing on your lip as youâre doing now, for example, prompted him to reach for the glass of water at the bedside table, bringing it close to your mouth. The glass had remnants of perspiration from the time itâd spent in the bedroom since late hours, having been up doing your other activities and light cleanup.
His fingers drag along the edge of your jaw, tracing letters to the side of your face. You feel the outline of a âJâ, then an âAâ, and you knew where it was headed. Just like the singular letter carved into his cheek in scarred artistry, he managed tiny and harmless scratches with his nails to pale your skin with his name.
The bedsheets rustle as he sits up, pressing his back to the wall and exhaling a loud puff, shoulders slumping. âYou feeling alright?â You ask, blinking up at him. The way your eyelashes flutter always manages to make his heart beat faster â that look broke him inside, kind and loving beyond explanation, a stare he never believed to be worthy of. Maybe it was the softness of your features, but he could never muster a proper explanation for it. âNever better, sweetheart.â
His digits tangle in your bedhead, ruffling the already messy locks without thinking of it. All the experience in the world never could have prepared him for your affections, yet here he was, accepting it better than the last bullet that lodged into his chest.
âYouâre beautiful.â
You swallow. âAgain with the flattery.â
âI mean it, baby. I really, really mean it. Couldnât ask for any better view than you in bed like this.â
âI look like a mess.â
âMy mess,â he quips, trying to hide the beautiful pearls of teeth he had.
You clutch the bedsheets and sit up, scoffing softly. âAre you getting sappy with me right now?â Itâs a gentle tease that follows up with him rolling his eyes, the playful sarcasm in your voice leading him to glance at your lips, sassiness getting the best of him.
âI know youâre not talking to me like that when there are bite marks on your thighs,â he laughs, placing his hand dangerously close to your unmentionables, pinching some skin much too near to your inner thigh. You squirm, swatting his hand and leaning the complete opposite direction, working your way to getting out of bed.
Jason scrambles to grab your wrist, pulling you down against the mattress youâd sworn suffered last night, pinning you down easily. âIâm not about to play cat and mouse with you at eight in the morning.â âI donât expect you to,â smiling, you bite your bottom lip and let it slide against your teeth.
thinking about bf!jason todd comforting his worried reader after coming home from patrol.
just imagine it â- jasonâs absolutely sure he shouldnât be kissing you right now, but it feels too safe to let go. itâd been a long night and getting to see you at the end of patrol, awake and worried for him, made his heart race.
âiâm okay,â he whispers against your lips, brushing the tears on your eyelashes with the pads of his thumbs. about seven missed calls and a barrage of texts lit up his busted phone while on patrol, all from you with your worried thoughts over getting hurt tonight. of course he couldnât think of anything else for the next few hours.
hands finding their way to your shoulders, he holds you steady, pulling away breathless and unashamed. both of your faces flushed, he glances down at your lips again, thinking.
ânot a single person managed to put a finger on me tonight.â he tilts your head back enough so that you can scan the roughness of his face from your angle, forehead beaded up with sweat and cheeks stained with what looked like soot from a fireplace. it was a rather comical sight â dramatic and beautiful at once.
your sniffling is reduced to a bout of hiccups, calmed by the sweetness of jasonâs lips once again. heâd love to talk it out with you and ask what made you worry, but he also knows the best medicine for your worries has always been kisses before anything else. theyâre your seal of approval that, even when heâs tired and everything couldâve gone wrong, jasonâs alive. heâs there, heâs heaving into your mouth like a madman, heâs floored by just how upset youâd gotten throughout the night.
he presses you back against the entry door, sliding his fingers over the plush of your hips and tilting his head to the side. âiâm here, sweetheart,â he reassures, tongue gliding over yours. itâs dizzying, completely unlike the calm man you know, everything done in both haste and affection. absolute perfection.
okay, so maybe jason likes fucking you at a nice angle. and maybe, for all intents and purposes, that angle ends up being reverse cowgirl â especially when he's in one of those moods. don't get him wrong, jason loves a good doggy or missionary, but you in reverse cowgirl? while he's trying his hardest not to cum inside?
his bicep rests over his eyes, free hand set lazily on your hip for the sake of saying he held onto something the entire time.
"yeah, that's it," he groans, sinking into the mattress. his cockhead presses against that particular spot inside that makes you see stars, each bounce drawing out an embarrassing moan from your lips. "that's my pretty," he praises, breathing hard enough for your to hear. the tremble in his voice lets you know more than enough: he's been holding in the urge to cum for less than a minute, sweating to keep the edge off his voice. fingers barely digging into your skin, he holds your hips down with both hands, stopping your movements. a whine nearly erupts from you.
jason's struggling. he's one good thrust away from cumming inside, your name at his lips in weak pants. "jay?" "just a second, sweetheart." you turn your head to nab a quick glimpse, finding the sweetest closed-eyed and bitten lip expression. his eyebrows are knitted together so perfectly, a mess of sweat at his forehead. heâs trying his hardest for you.
âjason, baby,â you start, chest heaving as you catch your breath, âitâs okay if you cum.â it isnât like he doesnât know that, but reassurance gives the man a sense of peace. he squeezes your side and brings you into a slower pace, shuddering with every soft bounce, head thrown back. your thighs are shaking, most likely due to the sudden stop brought back into movement, but jasonâs twice - if not thrice - as wrecked beneath you.
his breathing turns erratic, cock jumping at any stimulation when your folds flutter around him. red in the face with an utterly pathetic moan, his hips jolt upwards, mind going blank. you feel it seep between your legs, warm and thick, and he quite literally writhes. the view from behind is delectable, a beautifully arched back whilst he paints your insides, all on display for his eyes.
Got curious about glimmerfics and just wanted to try it once. So far, itâs been okay, but plz tell me if itâs AI use or smth đ I donât know much abt this app.
warnings: nsfw â mdni, reader is anatomically female, porn w minimal plot, filth...like a lot of it, unprotected sex (pls don't do this), creampie, breeding kink sorta, vaginal penetration, brief dry humping, vaginal fingering, prone bone, lowkey aggressive sex, dirty talk, praise, daddy kink :D, jason says 'good girl' :DDDD, size kink if you squint, mild possessiveness if you squint, biting, some clit play, mild language
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thinking of early mornings with jason, where one moment he's snoring on his side of the bed before rolling over and scooping you into his arms, smooshing his cheek into your barely covered chest. before you can even open your eyes, his lips are hot on your skin, kissing with a reverence that makes your heart ache and the heat between your legs throb.
it isn't some special occasion.
he simply wants to make love to every part of you, your soul. the sacred devotion this early in the morning genuinely rewires your brain.
he's got you wrapped around his finger, and you equally as much. you're both absolutely smitten with each other. but that's right where you want to be. wrapped up in the mess of your limbs, breaths intermingling as your hips lazily rut into one another.
his length prods through the thin fabric of his boxers, catching your clit just right through the flimsy lace of your panties. your hands are firm on his arms, flexing at the feeling of your nails gently sinking into his skin. both of your eyes remain hooded, a particular roll of his hips eliciting a wrecked moan from you.
"jay," his name falls from your lips like a sinful prayer.
it only eggs him on. it makes him want to pursue your pleasure even further, to pull the breathiest of moans from your plush lips, to have you melt into complete putty and quiver beneath him.
so he does just that.
"just relax, honey," he rolls you flat onto your stomach, already pressing hot kisses to the curve of your neck, down your shoulder. "i got you. let me make you feel good, mama."
the graze of his fingers along your backside has your hips recklessly pushing back into him, eager for more. he moves even slower, dragging your panties down your legs at a pace that indicates no urgency.
his breath catches when a string of your arousal follows the crotch of your panties, your folds glistening before his eyes. already so wet, completely prepared to take all of him.
his fingers are heavy between your legs, parting your lips to spread your slick before sinking home. there's no gradual stretch â just two fingers prying you open like they belong there.
"mm, fuck, baby."
your words are muffled by the fluff of your pillow, hips moving in tandem with each push of his fingers. your thighs briefly squeeze around his wrist, slightly halting his ministrations.
"gotta open up for me, sweet girl," he murmurs, pressing a kiss right beneath your ear. "gonna let me make you feel good, right, sweetheart?"
he lives for this shit. absolutely fiends for the way your walls drip for him, the way they try to swallow up everything that he gives you. you try to nod, hips still wriggling for him to stop talking and just give you more.
he simply laughs at your weak attempt, firmly pressing one hand to the small of your back.
"patience, mama," he hums, fingers slowly starting to massage your gummy walls again. "patience."
quiet whimpers and low whines rip from your throat with each push of his hand. then his digits curl beautifully against that spot that drives you mad.
"oh, fuckâ jay," you gasp, one hand reaching back to tug at his wrist.
he tuts, hissing when your nails press dull crescents into his flesh. he doesn't stop his movements.
"damn, ma," a dark chuckle vibrates through his chest. "that good?"
you can hear the smirk in his voice. if this man wasn't so hot, built to perfection, you'd be pissed. instead, it goes straight to your core, walls clenching around his two thick fingers.
drool pools beneath your pouted lips, coating them in that glossy sheen that makes jason's brain short circuit.
"want more, jay," you attempt to catch his eyes through your hooded ones, moaning softly. "please gimme more."
a grumble resounds from deep within. the sight of you so worked up does nothing to quell the ache in his boxers.
he doesn't even pretend to consider it, pulling his fingers out of you with an earnest "sorry, baby."
his boxers are flung across the room in seconds. his cock rests heavy in his palm, head red and leaking. a few quick pumps are all that he can spare before he's pressing himself to your heat, sloppily running his tip through your folds.
the sounds that leave both of your mouths are lewd. you're sure that you're dripping all over the sheets, but you can't bring yourself to care at all. he continues like that for a bit, whimpering when he barely nudges at your entrance.
you prop yourself onto your elbows, head falling between your shoulders as his hips finally push forward. cacophonic moans spill from your mouth, already coming undone. his free hand finds your hip, deliberately feeding every girthy inch to your greedy cunt.
he shushes you, pressing his lips to the flexed muscles of your back and shoulders.
"'m right here, baby," he stills for a moment before filling you to the hilt, ripping the breathiest moan from your chest. "right fuckin' here, mama."
he sets a harrowing pace â one that makes you feel every inch and every vein, yet has you damn near bawling out for more.
your fingers clutch a pillow against your chest, the fluff collecting your pathetic moans and stray tears. your thighs are quivering already, fighting the urge to just push back and use him however you please.
"so fuckin' big," you weep when his hips smack the plush of your ass.
his hands abandon your hips, slipping his forearms under your frame instead. he's impossibly deep. you swear you can feel him in your lungs at this point.
another desperate cry urges his hips to move faster, eager for more of those pretty sounds to ring in his ear.
"this pussy was made for me," he muses. "you were fuckin' made for me, sweetheart."
your thighs press closer together, heightening the sensation of his cock nestled deep between your walls.
"baby, fuck, i câ i can't take it," you mewl, fingers curling deeper into the fluff beneath your chest.
his hips pick up their pace, slapping your ass with obscene whack, whack, whacks.
"hell, you can't," he spits, chest shoving down on your back. "you were made for this shit, baby, c'mon. take it."
he bites on your shoulder with enough pressure to get you out of your head. a surprised yelp strings into a moan when his fingers find your clit, rubbing tight, fast circles to the sensitive nub.
"c'mon, honey," he pushes. "let go. come for me. make a mess all over me."
he kisses the blunt bite mark forming on your pretty skin.
"lemme see how good daddy makes you feel."
and that does it.
with one high-pitched gasp, you're falling apart, legs violently trembling as his hips continue to snap forward, drawing out the intensity of your orgasm. your arms give out and the side of your face lands on the pillow as though it'll save you.
"gonna let me fill you up like a good girl, right, baby?"
he has the audacity to whimper as if he's the one being fucked to oblivion. nonetheless, you're nodding wildly.
"fill me up, jay," you blubber with closed eyes. "wan' you to come in me."
he grunts at the feeling of your walls pulsing around him, driving him over the edge shortly afterwards. warm spurts of white paint your insides, shamelessly claiming you as his and his only.
he settles against the warmth of your back, your breaths evening out.
"good fuckin' morning," he croons.
he doesn't pull out, just stays sheathed comfortably. you stir softly when his lips flutter across your back again.
"so," his voice comes out completely wrecked. "me calling myself daddy does it for you, huh?"
you half-heartedly swat a hand at him.
"shut up."
he nips at your shoulder playfully, right where he'd bitten you earlier, and a quiet whimper echoes from the plush of your lips.
"yeah, that's what i thought," he grins to himself, entirely too smug.
gotta give the guy some credit.
a/n: feeling like THAT bitch cause i put out two fics in less than 24 hrs đ
i have been dragged into magic the gathering by a friend and have found that there is no Sun Wukong card and very few monkey cards overall
so my hyperfixation kicked in and now i'm in the middle of making my own-
here's my first design :D
Macaque is also in the works already
if you're a mtg nerd, card stats of his and a bunch more are under the cut, i've only played a few times, and only commander, so they are probably super unbalanced and wrong lmaoo (also my cards are all german/english so if i messed up any terms or phrasing, it's probably because of that đâ don't hit me, it's a big wip)
i plan on making these actual playable cards and mayyyybe make them available in my merch shop when i'm done :D (that is if mtg doesn't come and haunt me)
thinking about the batboys (including bruce bc thatâs dada) brat taming you <3
cw : fem!bratty!reader, aged up characters, rough p in v sex (lots of itâŠ. lots), fucking in the batsuit, everyone here is a mean dom, pet names, spanking, overstimulation, oral (f AND m receiving), fingering, blink & youâll miss it bdsm, multiple creampies, i gave up halfway through, duke is a softie for his girl <3, not proof read!!!, i wrote this in one sitting, im not creative & these got repetitive im sorry
; bruce wayne
youâre rolling your eyes at him for the umpteenth time, so hard they might get stuck that way.
âgo ahead! share your completely incorrect and twisted version of events!â your hand flies up, holding it in his face. âmhm!â
which is brave. very brave of you. because no one talks to batman that way.
his jaw tightens, white lenses of the cowl fixing on you. itâs both intimidating and the exact reaction you wanted⊠and it gets you wet knowing you riled him up successfully.
âcareful,â he growls lowly, that wide bubble of patience he usually has shrinking fast.
but you keep going, droning on and on about how youâre in the right. that this couldnât be your fault. youâre batting your lashes at him, offering up a slimy, fake-ass smile.
before you know it youâre pinned against the batcomputer console, huge arms caging you in, cape large enough to drape around the both of you.
âyou think you can talk to me like that, little girl?â
you donât get the chance to snap a reply. a gloved hand rips your shorts and panties to the side, the last bit of patience he had draining, leaving you on display exactly like you deserved to be.
normally bruce is so meticulous in how he preps you for his cock, but not this time. her sinks in in one brutal thrust.
âyouâre such aâ nghh,â the insult dies as he hits that spongy spot inside you just right, your brattiness turning to nothing but broken moans in real time.
you wonât be cumming until youâve apologized. batman does not tolerate brats; he breaks them.
; dick grayson
dick laughs in your face the second you start giving him attitude.
âaw, feeling a little bratty tonight, huh?â heâs patronizing you and he knows it gets you wet.
you roll your eyes and scoff, holding up a your palm in a talk to the hand gesture.
dick catches your hand mid-air and spins you until youâre pinned against the wall of your apartment. you shouldâve known better, known you didnât have a chance against him, but you often pushed your limits.
no space is left between you now and dick takes that as his opportunity to grind his hard cock against your ass, lips brushing against your neck.
âkeep talking shit. see what happens.â
and you do. running your mouth, wrinkling your nose, the whole nine yards.
bad idea.
he smacks your ass so hard it stings before throwing you over his shoulder.
âyouâre so hot when youâre mad,â youâre set on the bed, bouncing a little on the mattress, and then youâre met with dickâs stupidly handsome smirk. âbut weâll need to fix that attitude.â
you end up tied down at the wrists before he spends a ridiculously long time eating you out, stopping right before you cum every time.
âhm? whatâs that?â he languidly licks at your oversensitive clit. âyou wanna cum?â
youâre whining is met with no remorse, just an infuriating little grin from between your legs.
âthought you were too busy being a brat.â
unlike bruce, dick will fuck you as a reward for your apology. heâll bend you in every position until youâre begging for him to stop.
; jason todd
this is basically foreplay. arguments are usually a result of your brattiness and his temper and it usually ends in hate sex.
heâs significantly less patient than his adoptive brother and father, so arguments donât last too long. youâre rolling your eyes, insulting him, even getting in his face until your nose to nose.
thatâs when he snaps.
âalright, thatâs fucking it,â he grabs you by the throat, cock twitching hard at the little sound you make when he squeezes your sensitive flesh.
doesnât matter if youâre in the safe house, in an alley against his bike, heâs taking you however he wants to.
youâre pushed to your knees and within seconds his cock is shoved down your throat, a guttural groan leaving him.
âthatâs what you fucking get for being such a damn brat,â he bites, but itâs breathless, your fluttering throat enough to make his knees buckle.
your watery eyes and constricting throat around his cock almost makes him cum, but he pulls out before you can get that satisfaction.
youâre then bent over the couch or his bike and heâs yanking your panties down so hard the seams rip.
he lines up and shoves inside you roughly, squeezing your hips hard enough to leave bruises.
âbratty little shit⊠you love pissing me off so iâll fuck the attitude out of you, donât you?â he pounds into you hard, giving your ass a firm smack.
wonât give up until youâve apologized multiple times. heâll go multiple rounds until youâre exhausted.
; tim drake
similarly to bruce, he has lots of patience. you start with your endless attitude and he simply watches you like heâs calculating your every move.
when you least expect it, he bends you over the back of his desk chair and snakes his fingers into your pants, thumbing your clit just enough to relieve the tension but not enough to make you cum.
âlook at you being such a brat. think you can get away with that?â he coos in your ear, fingers teasing your entrance. you buck up into his hand and to your short-lived surprise, he sinks his long fingers into you.
you end up cumming embarrassingly fast. again. and again. and again.
tim edges you for so long, not budging once. youâd never know his arm is tired.
and then finally, he sinks his cock into you.
âsay it again,â he huffs against your ear, rocking his hips up into you. âcall me an asshole. say it while iâm filling you up.â
heâll have you cumming on his cock in minutes.
; aged up! damian wayne
damianâs the most insulted, and turned on, standing there with his arms crossed, baffled youâd speak to him that way.
âtt. how dare you speak to me in such a manner.â he mutters lowly. dangerously.
your condescending tone would make his eye twitch instantly, but his pants unreasonably tight.
when you least expect it, he grips your chin, angling your eyes to meet his intense green ones.
âyou will learn respect, beloved,â
youâre suddenly quiet as he lifts you with sword-calloused hands like you weigh nothing, pressing you against the wall.
youâre already so wet just from giving him attitude he doesnât even bother prepping you. just slides right in, easily.
he spends an obscene amount of time fucking you against the wall, marking up your neck so everyone knows exactly who you belong to when heâs finished with you.
but he doesnât finish there. he canât just let you off after that little stunt you pulled. so he pulls you into his lap, making you ride him while he sits like a king.
âapologize, or i stop.â his naturally commanding tone keeps you babbling apologies pathetically until heâs satisfied.
youâll end up walking funny for days afterward.
; duke thomas
duke is easily the nicest of the batboys and, therefore, the most stunned when you pull out your attitude, eyebrows nearly at his hairline.
heâs the most rational, trying to calmly explain his side of the story while youâre rolling your eyes again.
when he realizes heâs not getting through to you, his expression dims a fraction, turning into something darker. a little unfamiliar, but a welcome change on his pretty face.
âoh⊠you really wanna play like that right now?â his voice drops and your stomach dips, sure that your panties are soaked but now.
before you can sass him back, duke scoops you up in his hold, dropping you onto his full-size bed. he presses up against your backside, hand grasping your chin.
âkeep running that pretty mouth and iâll give you something better to do with it.â
you roll your eyes again, but duke chuckles lowly. âbratty tonight, huh? alright then.â
you donât get a second to protest or talk shit before your panties are yanked to the side, two fingers slipping right into your soaked entrance, curling his digits just right.
âthatâs it⊠take it. all that attitude and youâre still clenching around me like you need this.â
he fingers you until youâre whining and fluttering around his fingers, nearly cumming right when he pulls out.
before you can bitch about how empty you feel without his fingers inside you, itâs quickly replaced by his cock, cutting you off effectively.
duke fucks hard when heâs riled up.
âapologize nicely and maybe iâll let you finish.â
unlike his adoptive family, heâs much nicer. and also a softie for you, so the moment you whimper a soft sorry, he sinks all the way to the hilt and cums inside you.
a/n : might make a pt 2 with the batgirls if yall are into that âŠ.. lmk
Serial Designation L: The third and final member of the K.I.L Squad but certainly not the least. She is easily the most rebellious, spiteful, and uncooperative member of the group. Among her co-drones, she's known for having a very sassy and sarcastic attitude and generally doesn't like to be bothered... She could easily be described as the strong silent type.
Though she's not very talkative or expressive a lot of the time, she isn't to be messed with; having taken on the role of the team's muscle man and stealth specialist.
Worker Drones know her best as a silent killer known for taking out entire groups single handedly in seconds... without making a sound. One moment a worker and their teammates will be standing amidst an open field in the middle of an environmental survey, but the next time they blink, it's just her and oily mess.
Annnnyways back to her being pretty spiteful: she's prone to anger and is known to hold a grudge on top of that... See, she's got this whole revenge chain with Zora going and at this point, L's probably taken it to far.
In her revenge efforts though, she's sustained a good bit of damage that has repeatedly failed to heal all thanks to that pesky Anti-Murder Drone Signal Broadcast Jammer; so that's always fun.
Edit: I rewrote the description for her because I could honestly write a whole wiki about her.
messing with the beat of my heart
being jason toddâs warm up weight at the gym
playing | cool cat- queen
âJay, is the fucking AC in this hell of a place broken or is it just its natural flames from the rage of these gym bros?â were the first words you uttered after finishing your first set at your boyfriendâs new gym.
Your sweetheart of a boyfriend had convinced you to finally go try out the new gym he joined recently instead of going to the training area in the manor, just to have some change in his routine. Now that you lived together, the latter option is a bit too far away to make the drive in the early mornings when he likes to go to enjoy the silence and quiet of both the place and his mind.
The issue came not because you were unathletic or hated the gym or were embarrassed to train with him, but rather because you loved the one you were going to. All women, completely reasonable prices and fancy guided classes available for everyone without paying more. That offer in Gotham is incredibly tempting, plus, you had made friends already there.
His insistence started the other day, when he was doing some pushups shirtless in the middle of the living room before he went to shower. To tease him a bit, you got near the too-muscular back and pushed down with your socked foot as he moved up and down in rhythm with his breathing, trying to mess with the beat. He stopped when his chest was down and looked up at you as he came up.
âAre you trying something or...â he questioned you with an arch in his brow.
âJust seeing if you manage to keep up with that tempo if you can deal with more weight than yoursâ you looked down mischievously. Expecting some resistance, you were surprised when he stood in his knees and wrangled you behind him, wrapping your arms against his torso to lay you down across his back and resuming his task.
âSweetheart, âhe said without a single sign of struggling, âif you think this is hard for me, you should see the weights I move at the gym. You are, not to be corny, genuinely like a featherâ. Turns out, he not only could do pushups with a bit of weight from your legs, but he could do 50 easily with your whole body on top of his.
And that actually piqued your interest. So, when he offered to come one day to the gym with him just to have fun with each other and bullshit some exercises, you accepted without a doubt. Not every day you see the hunk of a man that your lovely boyfriend is move multiples of your body weight like itâs nothing.
And so, you had finished your warmup for a simple and easy leg day when the heat got unbearable and you turned to him to complain and saw him stacking plates like a maniac on a bench press. Questioning the integrity of the bar to manage the ridiculous weight, you got closer with very much curiosity to see him do the exercise.
Once he finished placing the plate he was carrying, he turned to you and stared at your reaction to the weight on the bar. Amused at the situation, he ignored your question and mumbled âyou though the other day Iâd struggle with your weightâ with a chuckle at the end. âMatter of fact,â he continued, âhow much do you weight? Wait, I actually donât care, I could use you as my warmup weight right nowâ.
A bit dizzy at his natural confidence, you tried to reason jokingly that he probably couldnât use you for the exercise, when he just came up to you, picked you up and carried you over to the bench he was set up. He placed his hands in your chest and lower abdomen where he knew he wouldnât hurt you and just pulled you over his chest, moving you up and down with embarrassing ease.
âAnd you doubted I couldnât carry you properly the other day after dinner when your feet hurtâ he mumbled in between reps. With a perfect form, he kept going until he seemed content enough with your expression and he deemed the warmup to be complete.
Lowering you down gently to avoid getting hit on the bench, you grabbed onto the bar as you stumbled out of his grip and his hand lowered to your back as you regained composure. The completely innocent gesture had left you tomato red, comically blushing like a cartoon, and instead of making fun of you as others would have done, he laughed softly before pulling you into his chest for a quick hug.
He pressed a kiss to the top of your head while your mumbling muffled itself by his wide, muscular chest and he pushed you apart just as softly as he drew you near. Now feeling more composed but still heavily attracted to your boyfriend, you stood nearby as he began his series, telling you to spot him even if he knew didnât need it in any way, shape or form.
When he finished, you kissed his cheek before telling him that youâd keep going with your own workout, and as you began to set up for the hip thrust, he spoke across the empty gym âJesus fucking christ, and you were saying that I lifted heavy? How much do you have loaded up there? Iâm telling Damian that if he messes with my books again, he can deal with you, holy shitâ.
Laughing at his antics, you kept doing your exercises without a rush in the world, visiting each otherâs stations in between sets to try out the weird machines in the corners of the gym.
a/n: a lil something something to make up the mess from yesterdayâs chapter; this story was inspired by the time I saw a girl in my gym with an incredible fit lifting a shit ton and when she finished her set, the buffest guy came over and kissed her cheek
jason todd and zuko were two very similar men but in different fonts. that font being one of them having a white streak in his hair and being revived from the dead, while the other had super cool fire powers with long hair
oh well, that still didnât stop you anyway
âzuko, oh myâ fuuuuck jasonâ you moaned, feeling jasonâs tongue purposely put more pressure on your clit while zukoâs tongue didnât stop from giving you those same licks, feeling his pants on your cunt that did nothing to your sensitivity. they were supposed to be cleaning you after both of them had their share and filled you up. but as you can see, it kinda escalatedÂ
âlemme hear more, sweetheartâ jason moaned while zuko nodded with a muffled âmhmâ leaving his busy lips. one leg was thrown over jasonâs shoulder while the other was wide apart thanks to zukoâs hand pinning it on the mattressÂ
were you getting eaten out by two men at once? yes, and you wouldnât have it any other wayÂ
your hands buried in both of their hairs would tighten in instinct when you felt their tongues speed up in that rhythm that had your back arching and your lips gaping more with silent gasps and wide eyesÂ
âsâ too muchâ you whined, feeling that familiar knot form in your stomach for the nth time tonight. and this time, zuko spoke from your pussy, amber eyes looking up to meet yours. âyouâre doing so good, my loveâ he cooed. âtakinâ us so well. isnât she, jason?â
âlike a champâ and before you could even respond, you felt zuko bury himself back in between your legs beside jason and felt his tongue back on your poor, swollen cunt. but this time, his tongue started to warm up-- making it abnormally warmer than usual
âzuko, what are you-â but a moan was knocked out from your throat when you felt zukoâs heated tongue resume its motions. your hands buried in both his and jasonâs hair pushed their heads closer than they already were, till their noses were basically nudging on your cunt
jason let out a muffled moan in response while zukoâs grip on your thigh tightened, hot and deep pants leaving his lips. jason brought his fingers and inserted two inside your pussy, lewd sounds coming from how stuffed you were from their cumÂ
the way you immediately gasped and clenched around his fingers made jason let out an approved hum on your pussy, slowly pumping them in and out so you would not just be focused on his fingers, but still focused on his and zukoâs tongues that were so called âcleaning you upâ
they were so drunk for your taste that they kept blabbering and moaning on your pussy. and you couldn't even tell who was saying what at this point
"fuck, she's still craving for more"
"mmm tastes like heaven"
"don't wanna stop with you"
"sogoodsogoodsogood"
yup. same people, different fonts
one more? (requested! + nsfw)
munch!jason todd x fem!reader
mentions: smut with NO PLOT, jason innnn it (eating reader out), overstimulation, pussydrunk!jason, dirtytalk, bit of praises and a bit of begging
(ik i was supposed to work on that wife!reader req but i couldnt miss this opportunity also CAN SOMEONE PLS SEND ME JASON TODD SONGS)
đ§ -- u kno by abra
âjayâ jayâ you moaned, feeling jasonâs tongue swirl just right on your clit before going back in and eating your pussy out. god, you donât know how long its been since jason buried his head between your legs, but enough to stop tracking of what felt like endless orgasms he kept pulling out of you. and the man was still eating you out like he was hungry, not his fault you taste so so good
one orgasm turned into three, then five, thenâŠ. you get the idea
âcanât stopâ jason murmured into your pussy, almost blabbering. his hair was a mess due to how hard you were fisting it and his lips and chin were drenched by your cum. yet even after all this time, jason was still determined to pull more out
âcanât- canât feel my legsâ you panted, looking down to see only your fist buried in jasonâs hair. you tried to close your thighs but they barely budged due to his grip pinning your knees, spreading them on the bed and leaving no inch of your cunt untouched by his mouth
âone moreâ his words were muffled by how deep his mouth was buried into your pussy. and the vibrations from his low murmur send shivers down your body. âjust one more andâ" a long stripe was licked down your poor cunt, a loud gasp leaving your lips in response as you bit your bottom lip to hold back a whimper
âfuckâ jason groaned, rolling his eyes to the back of his head from the taste of your previous orgasms still evident on your pussy. âjust one more baby, iâ mmmm i promise.â this man was so pussydrunk and he didnât even need to hide it, he knew.
âcanât stop when--" his pace didnât stop even when he talked. ââyou tasteâ" and he was slurring too. ââso goodâ
you were about to try to whine another protest, but you were left agape the moment you felt that familar knot form in your stomach again. and judging by the way your clit twitched, jason knew too. i mean, at this point he should knowâ heâs been eating you out more than five orgasms ago
his mouth got more sloppy than it already was, that fast and controlled pace he held for a moment now turned erratic and out of pace. and your poor pussy couldnât handle it anymore, especially since it was more overstimulated than ever.
your orgasm came and just like the others, made a mess all over jasonâs mouthâ not like heâd complain. moans and pleas of his name left your lips, arching your back on the sheets and feeling your thighs give out in jasonâs gripâ all while he was licking every drop of your orgasm and sharply exhaling from how good you taste, more filthy words leaving his lips
âthaaaatâs it, just like thatâ
âtastes like heaven"
âmmmm fuckâ
even though your orgasm finished, the buzz was still all over your body due to both the intensity and the overstimulation. and of course, you were a filthy messâ sweat and sex coating your body with your hand gripping onto the sheets so tight they were wrinkled from how hard you were fisting them from your past orgasms and the other still in jasonâs hair
you looked down, chest heaving and pants leaving your lips as you stared at jason with with a half-lidded gazeâ pupils blown from the aftereffects of your orgasm. âjay iâ i canâtâ you managed to say after catching your breath
jason finally brought his head up to look at you, lips and chin coated from your recent orgasm. âone moreâ he panted. âplease, babyâ the look in his eyes gave you the idea that he didnât plan on stopping, even when he told you that this was âthe last oneâ. you should have known he'd lie between his teeth-- or rather, between your legs
damn you for believing him
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masterlist!
(a/n: oh my god wheeeeeew WHEEEEWWWWW call me niagara falls cause my pants are soaked)
jimmyeatworldofficial
gracieabrams
yousharknotpass
2087
titsay
prguitarman
ellievsbear
