[madwcman]

kiyah | 21 | she/her

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my latest fic: break up with your boyfriend

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dick grayson x reader | a/n at the bottom!

tw: smut | MDNI 18+

“that’s it, baby. look at the camera.” dick murmurs against your cheek, softly angling your face towards the camera dick set up. “show ‘em that pretty face.”

his thighs slap harshly against your ass, his hard abs against your back. your mind is hazy and your words sound more like gibberish as dick fucks you in front of his camera.

it was a crazy idea. you’ve been seeing dick for a couple of months, after being friends with him for years. it’s nothing serious (yet), just sex. when he asked if he could record you two fucking… it threw you into a shock, but you agreed anyways. the thought of dick watching the video when you weren’t around him was hot. it made your mind buzz.

“you look so pretty, baby.” dick whispers, his eyes flicker to the camera before turning all his attention onto you again. “don’t look away from the camera.” his lips press against your cheek, kissing your face gently.

his hand moves from your face down to your neck, pressing on it firmly. he thrusts his hips harder, causing a small cry from your throat. he always knew what made your body happy, your skin crawl and mind empty. he definitely used it to his advantage. “go on, show how needy my girl can be.” he praises easily, his voice smooth and soft. dick calling you his girl warming your heart.

you moan softy, now moving your hips to match with his. trying to match with his tempo. “good girl, you listen so well.” you know he’s smiling, you can hear his smug voice. “keep moving your hips.”

“move faster,” dick shifts slightly, letting his free hand roam down your body. raising it up, he smacks your ass. “keep going, show off for me, angel.” he murmurs again, continuing to press kisses into your skin. your body shivers, knowing it won’t be over anytime soon.

a/n: short drabble, but he’s so yummy.

[madwcman]

heavily thinking of clark kent today!! i need that man BADLY

[madwcman]

i hit 1k followers on here woooo🫪🫪🫪

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jason todd x reader | a/n at the bottom!

tw: smut | MDNI 18+

“are you seriously with him, again?!” is the first thing you hear when you pick up your boyfriend, logan’s call. you can feel the irritation starting to swirl in your chest and the headache starting to form in your head. he always caused little fights when you were with jason.

you never ever got a break from his whiny complaints. ever. “yes, i’m with jay again. i told you—“

“i told you i don’t want you around that guy anymore!” logan cuts you off, he always did that. he never lets you explain or get a word in. and ‘that guy’ was your best friend, jason. you and jason have a long past together. you grew up together. jason was there for you through thick and thin.

jason was never not going to be a part of your life. your boyfriend hated that; he loathed jason.

your relationship with logan wasn’t always this bad. he started off sweet. he was attentive, caring, and charming, but once he realized how close you and jason were, his sweet, caring nature turned into jealousy and passiveness. logan started trying to control your life a few months after. it was exhausting.

“i’m just going over to his place with some friends. it’s not a big deal.“ you try to explain the situation again, but it wasn’t anything for him to worry about. you were just going to be with your friends. “i won’t even stay out late if that makes you happy?”

“be back by nine.” before you can even argue that this was your life and he’s not your boss, logan hangs up the phone.

‘what an asshole,’ you think with a soft sigh as you look down at your phone.

“what the fuck is his problem?” jason grunts, sitting in the driver’s seat of his car, looking through his phone before he starts the car.

lifting your head up, you’re met with jason’s grumpy scowl. you can’t help but smile a bit. “he doesn’t want me going over to your place.”

“why not?”

“you know why.” you grumble, your small smile gone as your phone vibrates. he’s spam texting you now… great!

“i probably shouldn’t go.” you murmur, feeling your phone continue to vibrate in your hand as you continue to stare at jason.

“what? no,” he gently takes your phone, setting it on silent. “don’t ditch me for your shitty boyfriend.” he smiles, feeling a bit too cocky. “besides, i know you like hanging out with me more.”

“in your dreams, jay.” you laugh, hitting his arm playfully. taking your phone back from jason, you set it in your back jean pocket. logan could wait.

besides, you were just with jason. he had nothing to worry about.

“yeah, in my dreams.” jason sighs softly as he tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear. his green eyes stare into yours. you couldn’t help but lean into him and his touch.

“erm,” jason clears his throat, pulling away. he focuses back on starting his car. “so, you coming with me?”

“yeah.”

jason’s apartment buzzed with noise from your shared friend group, a group of people that always seem to have a great time and make you happy to be around. you wish you could enjoy and live in the moment, but with logan breathing down your neck about not being home on time and constantly texting you? it dampens your mood.

“hey, what’s wrong?” jason asks quietly, his breath tickling your ear. “what’s got you so quiet?” he quickly follows up with the question, noticing you’re not having the greatest time.

jason always pays attention. he hated how your boyfriend seemed to suck the life out of you. he hated logan, if you’d allowed him to beat the shit out of the guy, he’d definitely take the chance.

his green eyes watch as you shrug your shoulders and wave your phone. just as he suspected, your crap of a boyfriend. with a sigh, jason softly snatches the phone. “come on, let’s go somewhere quieter.”

you follow jason to his bedroom and flop onto his bed. you watch as he tosses your phone onto his dresser. he stands against the dresser, his green eyes trained on you. “i don’t know why you’re still with that guy.”

“i don’t know either.” you admit, rubbing your face in frustration.

“you deserve someone better.”

“yeah, like who?”

“i don’t know,” jason pushes off his dresser, taking a seat next to you on his bed. “someone who actually knows how incredibly stunning you are, and how smart you can be. someone who doesn’t put you down and then keeps pushing.”

“you think i’m stunning and smart?” you look up into his eyes, your stomach flipping over.

“of course i do, i’ve always thought that way about you.” jason mutters, his body leaning closer to yours, as if you’re physically pulling him to you.

“really?”

he nods, his hands cupping around your face. “can i prove it to you?”

you softly nod your head, leaning in closer to him. jason presses his lips onto yours, his hands grabbing onto your hips and pulling you into his lap. he wants more of you. he can’t help but be greedy for your touch and attention.

your body melts into his touch. it wasn’t weird or awkward, it felt normal, comfortable— you always felt comfortable with jason.

feeling slightly bolder, you move your hips directly onto jason’s thigh. feeling a shiver go down your back, you move your hips a little faster.

“just like that, baby.” jason murmurs against your lips, his hands helping you guide your movements. “does it feel good, babe?”

“i bet it does.” he continues to move yourself for you. then he stops his movements, his next words clear.

“lay on the bed.”

you lay yourself down on his bed as you watch him stand up and walk over to the edge of the bed. hie eyes look down at you like he was hungry.

“spread your legs for me, pretty girl.” he commanded gently, lowering himself to his knees in front of you.

“jay, you don’t have to—“

“don’t have to?”

“i mean, i know guys don’t really like to do this.”

jason blinks at you, he’s looking at you as if you said the most idiotic thing to him, which you might have. “is that what that idiot told you, baby?”

you nod as you watch jason’s strong hands spread your legs further apart as he leans closer between your legs.

“go figure, he’s a fuckin’ loser.” jason grumbles. his fingers slip under the fabric of your panties, pulling them down gently.

his thumb makes contact with your clit, his thumb moving teasingly slow, he wants to make this good for you.

“you ever this wet for him?” jason taunts, his finger spreading your wetness before prodding his thick finger into you. and then another. your body burns, you’ve never felt this way before. you couldn’t think straight. “i’m talking to you, baby.”

jason removes his fingers from your sweet cunt and offers them to your mouth. opening your mouth, you suck on his fingers. “good girl, you listen so well.”

his praise warms your chest, it’s refreshing hearing nice things compared to the nasty comments you constantly hear from logan. it was nice.

removing his fingers from your mouth, you watch as jason’s hands move each of your thighs onto his broad shoulders.

“i need you to know, this is entirely for my pleasure.”

without warning, he leans down, stuffing his head between your thighs. nipping, sucking and, licking so hard your eyes roll back.

feeling amazing, you push your hips, trying to chase after jason’s tongue. you needed more; it felt too good. so good you feel you could explode. you physically needed more of jason.

jason nips at you, warning you to stay still, his hands clamp down on your hips, keeping you where he wants you.

turning you into a whimpering mess, jason continues to thrust his tongue into you, rolling his hips into the edge of his bed.

“jay—“ you cry out, your core tightening and vision blurs as you come onto jason’s tongue. your fingers dig into jason’s sheets, feeling the need to hold onto something.

“fuck.” jason groans as he stands. through blurry vision, your eyes focus on the wet spot of jason’s jeans. you don’t say a word as he wipes his jaw with his hand. looking up at jason, you still see his ambition. he’s gotten a taste, and now he wants more.

a/n: strictly for my bff @jennasaaron ♡

[madwcman]

olivia rodrigo’s new album comes out tonight AND I AM SO EXCITED!!!! i’m so ready to cry.

[madwcman]

oh her new album got me guys.

[madwcman]

olivia rodrigo’s new album comes out tonight AND I AM SO EXCITED!!!! i’m so ready to cry.

[madwcman]

some filthy bruce wayne smut please 🙏🏻

i have stuff coming out for bruce, you’ll be fed! i promis!!!🫡

i have a smut drabble in the drafts and then a small mini series coming out soon.

[madwcman]

clark kent x reader | a/n at the bottom!

tw: smut | MDNI 18+

“i’m sorry,” clark chokes out as his hips stutter against you slowly. “i’m so sorry.” he continues to cry on top of you as his cock plunges into your tight cunt. you can’t really figure out why your boyfriend is exactly crying; you’re dazed from clark pulling two orgasms from you. he really has nothing to be sorry for.

“i’m being selfish with you.”

“it’s okay, clark.” you coo up at your whiny boyfriend, your arms wrapping around his broad shoulders, letting your fingers wrap around clark’s loose, dark curls.

“you just feel really good.” he cries out, rutting his hips against you. you couldn’t help but feel dizzy at the sight of clark crying just because you feel good around him. it was intoxicating.

the thought of your strong, heavily muscular boyfriend crying and falling apart from just touching you was overwhelming. it was exciting. you never had anyone so obsessed with you the way clark was.

“you’re perfect,” he stutters out, his hips still rocking hard. your heart swells at his words; he was always so sweet to you. clark always made sure you were taken care of; he always put you first.

“i could stay here forever.” clark’s large hand wraps around your thigh, hoisting your leg up higher around his waist as he thrusts in deeper.

you blink up at clark, his face screwed up in pleasure, his body glistening in sweat, and a single dark curl falls in front of his eyes.

“baby, i need—“ he sucks in a harsh breath, moving his hips over and over, hitting the spot that always made you shiver as his fingers dig into the back of your thigh.

“you need what?” you ask, trying your hardest to actually focus on clark and his words. “what do you need, baby?”

“use your words.” you coaxed, trying to get him to repeat himself as you wipe his falling tears from his flushed cheeks.

your words pull a shudder out of clark, his words getting stuck in the back of his throat, being replaced with a groan.

“come on,” you try again, your hand gently pulling on his hair. “tell me.”

“i need to come, please.” clark whimpers, his blue eyes looking brighter than they usually are from the crying. you take pity on him, leaning up you lazily place a kiss on clark’s jaw. “go ahead, baby.” you murmur into his skin.

with your approval clark picks up his pace, trying to reach his high he’s been chasing for the past hour. with just a few sharp thrusts, he spills into you with a deep groan.

“you’re amazing, baby.” clark slurs, his head falling onto your chest, kissing you there softly. “you’re so nice to me.”

a/n: i don’t know how i feel about this one, guys 🫩

[madwcman]

more superbat x reader smut if you please 😛

i promise more superbat content IS coming!!! i’m working on a lot of different fics right now, but i plan on pushing out more superbat fics!

[madwcman]

older! bruce wayne x reader | a/n at the bottom!

tw: smut | MDNI 18+

“fuck, you’re perfect” bruce murmurs into your ear, his pelvis hitting against your ass harshly as he fucks you from behind.

“you’re doing so good for me.” bruce praises lazily as if he’s not aware of what he’s doing to you. your body feels on fire, your head dizzy from bruce’s strong arms locking you into a tight headlock. “you’d let me know if it’s too much, right, baby?”

you mange to give him a small nod as his bicep flexes against your jaw, his arm wrapping tighter as he continues his harsh pace.

“feels good.” you slur out dumbly, your hand wrapping around the lower part of his arm.

“yeah?” he questions lazily as he continues to thrust’s into you, slowing down a bit just to tease.

“i’m making you feel good?”

“yes.”

“hm, you’re good for my ego, baby.” bruce mumbles softly into your cheek, his mustache tickling you. his arm unwraps around your neck, just for his hand to grab softly at your jaw to angle your face closer. letting his lips press over your face, kissing you softly.

“you’re so pretty, you know that?” he kisses one more time before he bites into your cheek, making sure not to take a harsh enough bite to leave any mark on your pretty face.

“should keep you for myself.” bruce grumbles, biting your cheek again. “how many?”

“how many what?” you breathe, trying to stay focused on his words, but it’s hard when he’s all over you. you physically can’t pay attention for long, especially while he’s fucking you this good.

“how many boys are you seeing, baby?”

“just you.” you admit, you couldn’t be with any other guys your age after meeting bruce. he raised your expectations. he’s older, he treat’s you with respect, he spoils you rotten, and he knows how to fuck you.

you just couldn’t see yourself with another man.

“good, let’s keep it that way.” he picks up the pace again, thrusting harder as if he’s making a point that no one can make you feel this good. “those boys don’t know how to treat my baby right anyways, hm?”

you nod, stupidly agreeing to whatever he says.

“that’s right, sweetheart.” he grins, letting his arm wrap around you again; trapping you in another headlock.

“now be a good girl and come on this cock.”

a/n: pornstache! bruce wayne, i love you.

[madwcman]

dad! dick grayson x mom! reader

a/n: i need to get dick grayson pregnant.

“dad, sit still!” is the first thing you hear from your toddler when you step out of your bathroom after a long, relaxing bath. that your husband, dick insisted you should have. your husband always pushed for you to relax whenever you could, especially when you had your daughter with you all day long. he always made sure you were taken care of.

“can you not pull on my hair, princess?!” is the next thing you hear, you’re confident it’s dicks voice, though it’s not his usual tone… he sounds a bit panicky, maybe even a bit scared?

not once have you ever heard dick grayson sound so scared, which has you confused. what on earth could your little girl be doing to her father now? your daughter was a bit extreme; she was bossy and dramatic, maybe even a bit spoiled too. but you can’t rack up what could possibly have dick sound so terrified.

you quickly pad your way through the halls of your house to your living room. you stand in the doorway, witnessing dicks makeover.

with raised eyebrows, you watch silently as your daughter forces dick to lie back down (by pulling his hair) onto the living room floor so she can do his makeup.

she has all her kids’ makeup products lined up on the floor next to her: a little eyeshadow palette in the shape of a butterfly; bright pink blush; tiny makeup brushes, and of course, cotton candy-flavored lip gloss that was pink and sparkly.

oh your poor husband fell into a trap.

“you have to be still!” she scolds him again with a concentrated look on her chubby face, you watch as she dips a makeup brush into her blush and harshly applies it onto dicks cheek bones.

yikes, that color.

“i’m being very still.”

“you keep moving.” she snarks back, trading her blush makeup brush for the small eyeshadow sponge, dipping it into a bright blue color.

with narrowed blue eyes and a pout, she silently threatens your husband to stay still as she packs on the blue eyeshadow.

dick looks scared for his life right now, and that’s when you lose it. you burst out laughing. your big, muscular husband is scared of your little baby.

at the sound of your laughter, they both twist their heads towards where you’re standing, looking like twins.

“you’re letting her do your makeup?”

“she begged me, baby.” dick informs with a grumble, embarrassed you’re witnessing this. “i didn’t know it would be like this,”

“i thought she meant fake makeup.”

that gets a snort out of you, you watch as she pushes dicks forehead down again, so she can continue putting eyeshadow on him.

“are you regretting some life choices right now?” you question with an amused smile, watching as your toddler grabs the cotton candy lip gloss.

“yes.”

“dad, close!” she instructs as she rolls the sparkly lip gloss onto dicks lips. once finished and satisfied with her craft, your little girl lifts her head and gives you a smile.

she had the cutest little smile, you couldn’t help but be charmed, your heart twisting inside your chest knowing she’s growing up fast.

“doesn’t he look pretty, mom?”

you nod along, and then an idea pops.

you quickly grab your phone, taking his picture. you know you’ll need proof when you tell everyone about this.

“are you taking a picture?!”

“no.” you lie swiftly, taking more pictures.

“you better not send those to anyone.”

“i won’t.” you smile. you both know you’re lying.

“yeah right,” dick scoffs, grumbling under his breath. “this is what i get for being a good husband and father?”

“yes.” you take more pictures with a bright smile.

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jason todd x reader

a/n: jason todd’s biceps. that’s it.

“you’re staring again.” jason mumbles, his eyes never leaving his book as he points out that you’re shamelessly ogling him. it’s not like you could help it! your heavily muscled boyfriend was sitting in bed next to you, reading while shirtless.

how could you not stare at jason? he was leaning against the headboard of the bed, showing off his muscles. you were positive he was doing it on purpose, so yes, you were shamelessly staring.

“you’re my boyfriend, i’m allowed to stare.” you point out as your eyes rank over his body, staring a little too long at his bicep’s. you wanted to sink your teeth into him. silently, you slither closer, ready to bite him.

“no,” jason grunts out as he continues to keep his eyes glued to the book. “don’t even think about it, baby.” you stop abruptly, of course jason knew what you were thinking. he always did, it was charming and annoying at the same time. “i’m trying to read.”

“i wasn’t going to do anything,” you lie swiftly. easily. you lean closer. “i just wanted to see what book you were reading.”

“pride and prejudice.” jason replies bluntly, flipping the page of his book. “and i know you’re lying.”

“you’re reading it again?” you glance back down at jason’s book, your eyebrows furrowed. this was his millionth time rereading pride and prejudice. despite others’ perceptions of your boyfriend as an angry and aggressive man, jay was actually a big softie– a romantic even; he just struggled to show it. he struggled a lot, but he always tried, and that’s all that counts.

“yeah, i am,” he tosses out lamely, still reading his book.

“hm.” you hum, looking down at his book. you knew jason loved reading. it was his favorite hobby, and you’ve yet to read one of his favorite books.

“hm, what?” jason finally takes his eyes off the page, meeting yours. you can’t help but stare a bit. jason had pretty green eyes.

“baby?”

“what?” you blink out of your trance, met with jason’s amused expression, his lips ticked up into a small smile. “what’s going through that pretty head of yours?”

“oh,” you smile bashfully, feeling a little silly. “i was thinking maybe i could read this after you?” you question, tilting your head towards the book in his hands.

“yeah, you want to?”

“yes, i want to understand what you’re interested in.” jason’s smile widens, his chest swirling with warmth. no one’s ever wanted to read his favorite book to try to understand him better.

jason nods his head, turning back to his book. “you can have it after.” you nod happily, shifting closer, your eyes trailing down his toned body. he wasn’t paying any attention to you, too pleased to hear you’ll read pride and prejudice.

you lean your head down, sinking your teeth into his bicep. “fuck—!” jason hisses, caught off guard from the bite, twisting to get away from you.

“you’re fuckin’ evil.” jason grumbles under his breath, glaring at you with no real heat in his eyes as you continue to bite his bicep.

[madwcman]

bruce wayne with a NASTY pornstache.

[madwcman]

For a request: can you do superbat x reader with pegging please? 😍

superbat x reader | a/n at the bottom!

tw: smut | MDNI 18+

“harder,” bruce instructs, watching as you thrust into clark with your strap. you push your hips as hard as you can, trying to please clark and bruce. you had to admit you were a little hesitant with your movements. you didn’t want to hurt your sweet boyfriend.

after clark and bruce had mentioned they have an interest in pegging, you decided to give it a try for your boyfriends.

“i said harder.” bruce taunts with a raised eyebrow, clearly not impressed by your movements.

“maybe you should actually put in the work and do it yourself?” you snark back, rolling your hips faster. your confidence rising as you hear clark’s moans.

“he wanted you.” bruce clicks his tongue as he walks behind you, his large, rough hands rubbing your shoulders. “isn’t that right, clark?”

“yes,” you hear your boyfriend groan into the pillow. “feels so good.” he cries, pushing his hips back to match your movements. the strap plunging into his hole. “thank you.”

“oh, look who’s using their manners.” bruce’s lips murmur against your skin. his lips pressing against the crook of your neck. “he’s always so polite.” his hands wrapping loosely around your torso.

your hips stutter, bruce’s lips distracting you from the task at hand.

“thank you,” clark whimpers again. over and over as he continues to rock his hips backwards, the motion giving him more friction. you’re sure if you looked down to clark’s face you’d see his watery eyes and flushed face.

“it’s okay, clark.” you coo, your hand softly tracing his spine too soothe him. “doing so good, baby.”

“you gonna pay attention to me too?” bruce nips at your skin, he couldn’t help but be a little jealous brat. he wanted attention too. “or are you too busy babying the boy scout?”

“too busy,” you tease, continuing to soothe clark with your hand. unamused, bruce pinches your side and demands, “learn how to multitask.”

“focus on me too, baby.”

“someone sounds jealous.” clark grunts out, his boyish smile looking pretty as ever. he always found bruce’s jealousy amusing. “you can’t handle it when our girl pays a little more attention to me?” he continues to joke with bruce.

“oh, you got jokes, clark?” with narrow eyes, bruce places his hands on your hips firmly, pushing your hips harshly up to clark.

bruce keeps his hands on your hips, making sure you follow his pace. you can feel him smirking behind you. he always loved to be in control of the situation.

you’re boyfriend was a bit of a control freak.

you watch clark come from your movements. his face hot and wet from the crying. your stomach swirling with desire as you hear clark whimper under you and bruce.

your hand holds firmly on clark’s hip, letting your thumb rub in a circular motion, comforting the strong muscular man in front of you. you slowly pull the strap out. “you did so well, clark.”

you instantly praise your boyfriend, and bruce nods. a silent approval as he watches clark collapse on the bed.

you climb up into bed next to clark, pressing a kiss to his cheek. bruce follows behind you, gently kissing your shoulder and muttering, “you’re next.”

a/n: first time ever writing pegging… be kind to me world.

[madwcman]

writing smut during my work break…

[madwcman]

dad! dick grayson x mom! reader

a/n: saw a tiktok and thought of dick grayson.

“feel good, babe?” dick mumbles as he tilts his head down to look at you, his fingers prodding softly at your feet.

it was a sweet gesture of your husband to do. every time he found you relaxing on the couch in the evening, he’d lift your feet into his lap and massage them gently.

it was practically part of your schedule. after a long day, you’d relax and have dick message your feet.

“feels amazing.” you hum, letting your eyes flutter shut and your body relax into the soft living room couch as a movie plays on the tv screen.

“good, just relax, baby. let me take care of you.”

and you do. you sigh in relief. your feet have been aching for a while. having to be on your feet all day, chasing after your toddler. she was going through a phase where running from you was her favorite game.

your relaxation doesn’t last long when your ears prick up to the pitter-patter of light feet hitting the wooden floor.

twisting your head, you’re met with a round, chubby face that wears the same pout as you, bright blue eyes, and dark curls. your little girl.

she twists her head, looking back and forth at you and dick. her frown deepens more as she places her chubby little hands on her hips. she was clearly feeling moody, sassy, and left out.

you watch as she climbs onto the other side of dick with a little huff. “dad, me too!” she demands, placing her feet onto his other thigh. you couldn’t help but laugh at your little girl; it was just adorable.

“bossy,” dick laughs gently, bringing his other hand to massage her little foot. your heart swells. dick always manages to take care of both you and your daughter. “just like your mom.” he mutters teasingly.

scoffing gently, you nudge your foot into his hand, your eyes playfully narrowing at him. he gives you that charming smile of his, the one that makes you melt into his hands.

“we need another boy. i’m tired of being surrounded by you two,” dick teases lightly, with no bite to his words. his eyes are soft and his smile relaxed. he adored his two favorite girls. “you’re both really demanding, ya know.”

“yeah, right, dick. you’re right where you want to be.” You mumble, looking up at him pointedly. you know you’re right. dick never once made you feel like you weren’t adored or loved.

“you got me.” he laughs, leaning in. he presses a soft, small kiss onto your lips.

“my turn!” your daughter demands, feeling jealous. dick snorts and leans down, pressing multiple pecks on your daughter’s face, causing her to squeal. You’re happy to think you picked the perfect husband and father for your daughter.