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[mayhemi]

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may | 18 | sagittarius (dec 20) | fandoms: DC, invincible, the boys | tim drake's gf | D1 mark grayson glazer

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[robs-your-robins]

No thoughts just Damian complaining about the chatter of guests at some event and wanting to go into a corner to play his game on his switch or something and Bruce is usually OK with that but he didn't bring any headphones so he calls the nearest Bat to bring some. Cue Tim who decides to be a shit, dropping off those cat ear headphones in blush pink and innocently stating that he had to borrow them from Cass. Damian doesn't take offense, "The pink will alert the surrounding people that I am not to be disturbed and cats have excellent hearing, do they not? These are adequate." So Damian wears them and then starts wearing they everywhere he doesn't want to be disturbed. And everyone assumes it's a sensory thing but he's in fact listening to a podcast about his favourite manga and it's all going well until Talia calls up Bruce and demands to know why he's attempting to replace her as Damian's mother? Bruce is confused because it's 9am in the morning and he's just woken up but Selina, who is next to him, takes the phone and tells Talia that since she took Jason that time, this is fucking payback. Cue the most peaceful war that either woman has ever been involved in, supplying the Bat Kids with LOA and cat related clothing.

[mayhemi]

Hey I don’t wanna be mean but ‘AFAB reader’ is not correct terminology to indicate the reader has a vagina, AFAB means something that happened in the past and doesn’t reflects someone’s genital situation, you could be AFAB and have testis and a phallus or be AMAB and have a uterus, ovaries and a vagina. It’s much more illustrative and easy to understand with something like “vaginal fingering/penetration/whatever” rather than misusing the terminology and spreading misinformation

waittt i'm dumb, tbh i thought afab meant "assigned female at birth" (meaning they have female genitalia), and i was js using it in fics where pronouns weren't used, so the pronouns were up to the reader.

thank you for letting me know!!! i am a new writer so i apologize for getting this wrong, and i apologize if i offended anyone!

from now on i'll use more specific terminology! :)

[mayhemi]

HELLO!! I don’t actually know if you’re taking Rex requests but either way I adore your blog it’s so cute

And if requests are being taken! I’ve had this silly idea for so long 😭 where basically (post lobotomy) Rex and reader babysitting baby Oliver (somehow put onto them by mark or something) then it’s just shenanigans after shenanigans but still really cutesy (like Rex and reader kiss then there’s a distant EYUCKK) and by the end of it we have the Rex HIMSELF actually considering the idea of having kids with reader (bonus if it’s accidentally blurted out and reader agrees 🥹)

thank you for listening to my nonsense ! have a lovely day/night!!

THIS IS SOOO CUTE! THANK U

i def am i taking allll invincible character reqs!! ty for requesting rex 🤍🥹

i am working on this rn!! it may take a sec just because i haven't ever written for rex, but ill try to post it asap! i will tag u when its uploaded 🤍

ty again for the req 🫶

[luvlypresley]

life with jay <3

‣ jason is the type to act annoyed when you steal his hoodies, but secretly loves seeing you wear them. every single time he catches you walking around in one of his oversized sweatshirts, he'll roll his eyes and tell you that you have your own clothes. the thing is, he never actually asks for them back. in fact, he'll intentionally leave his favorite hoodies draped over chairs or hanging by the door because he knows you'll take them. if you ever return one, he'll probably stare at it for a second and ask why you aren't wearing it anymore. ‣ he leaves his books everywhere. you swear he owns multiple bookshelves, but somehow every surface in the apartment ends up covered in novels. there'll be one on the kitchen counter, three on the coffee table, and another balanced on the arm of the couch. sometimes you'll pick one up to move it and find little sticky notes that have scribbled writing fall out of them. jason claims he's organized because he "knows where everything is," but you'll never understand how he manages to locate a specific book among the chaos. ‣ grocery shopping with him is dangerous. you'll enter the store with a perfectly reasonable shopping list and leave wondering how the bill doubled. jason somehow sneaks random snacks into the cart whenever you're distracted. you'll be comparing pasta brands, then look down and discover three different types of cookies and enough cereal to survive an apocalypse. the worst part is that he always acts innocent when you call him out, even though he's absolutely guilty.

‣ he loves cooking for you. jason genuinely enjoys being in the kitchen, especially when he's making something he knows you'll love. if you've had a bad day, he'll quietly start cooking before you even have a chance to complain about it. the apartment fills with the smell of your favorite meal, and suddenly the day feels a little less awful. he'll act like it's no big deal, but he pays attention to every little thing you like and remembers it. ‣ movie nights are mandatory. jason will complain endlessly if you choose a romantic movie, claiming they're all predictable. then he'll proceed to watch the entire thing while providing commentary on every scene. he gets weirdly invested in side characters and starts making predictions about the plot halfway through. if he's right, he'll spend the rest of the night bragging about it. if he's wrong, he'll insist the writers changed the ending just to spite him. ‣ jason pretends he doesn't like cuddling. if anyone asked him, he'd probably deny being affectionate at all. yet somehow every movie night ends with him stretched across half your body. he'll start by sitting on the opposite side of the couch, then gradually move closer until you're practically trapped beneath him. once he's comfortable, he's not moving for anything. at that point, you've basically become his personal pillow. ‣ he remembers tiny details about you. jason notices things most people overlook and stores them away without saying anything. he remembers your coffee order, your favorite candy, and which songs you always replay in the car. weeks later, he'll casually show up with your favorite drink and act like it's nothing special. meanwhile, you're standing there wondering how he remembered something you mentioned once three months ago. he'll never admit how much attention he pays to you. ‣ arguments never last long. jason can absolutely be stubborn when he's upset. he'll cross his arms, glare at the wall, and insist he's fine when he's clearly not. but no matter how irritated he is, he hates sleeping while things are unresolved between you. eventually he'll wander into the room and sit beside you in silence for a minute before quietly asking, "you still mad?" ‣ the apartment is filled with little signs of him caring. your phone charger mysteriously gets replaced before you even realize the old one is broken. your favorite snacks somehow appear in the pantry whenever you run out. the blanket you always steal is folded neatly on the couch after he notices you left it somewhere else. jason isn't always great at expressing his feelings out loud, so he shows them through actions instead. the apartment becomes full of tiny reminders that he's always thinking about you. ‣ he absolutely loves when you read while he's reading. some of his favorite moments are the quiet ones where neither of you says much. you'll be curled up together on the couch, each lost in your own book for hours. every once in a while he'll read a line he likes and slide the book over for you to see. there's no pressure to fill the silence because being together is enough. to jason, those peaceful moments feel just as meaningful as any big romantic gesture.

acts of service is this cutie's love language

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[mayhemi]

period sex | jason todd x afab!reader

jason todd is no coward. especially not in bed. he'd literally do anything and everything you ask, especially during sex.

he doesn't let anything get in the way of his personal time with you, so when you begrudgingly tell him you're on your period when he's already hovering over you, his boner pressing insistently against your thigh, he can't help the confused look that takes over his face.

"wha-" he also can't help but smirk at the sheer ridiculousness of you thinking a little blood is going to stop him from making you feel good. "baby..." he shakes his head, running his big fingers through your hair, "you think some blood's g'na scare me off?" he asks, "think i don't see that shit everyday, hm?" he speaks, pressing kisses to your the sensitive skin of your neck.

"s'gross, jay!" you whine, but you don't dare to stop him from nipping at your skin.

"angel, i really, really don't care" he says genuinely, somewhat fed up, and also somewhat offended that you think he could ever find you gross. "jus lemme make you feel good, honey," he already starts to work your shorts off, not caring to listen to anymore of your half-assed protests.

who are you to say no? especially when he's speaking oh so gently to you, and treating you with the most care when you're in such a fragile state.

before you know it, he's buried deep inside you and has you squirming underneath him, mewling in pleasure. "fuck!-" you squeak, every touch and every movement intensified to a degree that's overwhelming. he's moving in and out of you, his arm in between the two of you as he works at your clit restlessly.

"that feel good, baby?" he'll say, "fuuuck– you like that?" he purrs. he has no idea why you think this is gross, the blood only makes you warmer and wetter, in fact he prefers it.

his dick twitches violently inside of you whenever he looks down to see where the both of you are connected, his breath hitches at the sight of his shaft covered in blood and slick.

"s'not so gross now, huh?" he teases, a smirk that says he knows how good you feel right now, playing at his face. he's making you eat your words. "n-no jay!" you shake your head, your jaw slack as your orgasm approaches quickly. "yeah, that's right pretty" he coos, leaning down further to kiss you deeply, swallowing your moans and whimpers.

he feels himself grow closer as well, his balls tightening. it's only been about 10 minutes. he usually lasts much longer, but you're just so much wetter, yknow, given the circumstance.

you cum around his cock with a cry, and he reaches that peak right with you. after he spills his release deep inside of you, he just has to pull out to see his cum dripping out of you, the blood mixing with it. he swears he could cum again just from that.

he looks up at you, your eyes closed and your chest heaving as you lay there in a fucked-out state. but you can't deny your cramps have lifted. jason speaks,

"that wasn't so bad, was it?"

[mayhemi]

period sex | jason todd x afab!reader

jason todd is no coward. especially not in bed. he'd literally do anything and everything you ask, especially during sex.

he doesn't let anything get in the way of his personal time with you, so when you begrudgingly tell him you're on your period when he's already hovering over you, his boner pressing insistently against your thigh, he can't help the confused look that takes over his face.

"wha-" he also can't help but smirk at the sheer ridiculousness of you thinking a little blood is going to stop him from making you feel good. "baby..." he shakes his head, running his big fingers through your hair, "you think some blood's g'na scare me off?" he asks, "think i don't see that shit everyday, hm?" he speaks, pressing kisses to your the sensitive skin of your neck.

"s'gross, jay!" you whine, but you don't dare to stop him from nipping at your skin.

"angel, i really, really don't care" he says genuinely, somewhat fed up, and also somewhat offended that you think he could ever find you gross. "jus lemme make you feel good, honey," he already starts to work your shorts off, not caring to listen to anymore of your half-assed protests.

who are you to say no? especially when he's speaking oh so gently to you, and treating you with the most care when you're in such a fragile state.

before you know it, he's buried deep inside you and has you squirming underneath him, mewling in pleasure. "fuck!-" you squeak, every touch and every movement intensified to a degree that's overwhelming. he's moving in and out of you, his arm in between the two of you as he works at your clit restlessly.

"that feel good, baby?" he'll say, "fuuuck– you like that?" he purrs. he has no idea why you think this is gross, the blood only makes you warmer and wetter, in fact he prefers it.

his dick twitches violently inside of you whenever he looks down to see where the both of you are connected, his breath hitches at the sight of his shaft covered in blood and slick.

"s'not so gross now, huh?" he teases, a smirk that says he knows how good you feel right now, playing at his face. he's making you eat your words. "n-no jay!" you shake your head, your jaw slack as your orgasm approaches quickly. "yeah, that's right pretty" he coos, leaning down further to kiss you deeply, swallowing your moans and whimpers.

he feels himself grow closer as well, his balls tightening. it's only been about 10 minutes. he usually lasts much longer, but you're just so much wetter, yknow, given the circumstance.

you cum around his cock with a cry, and he reaches that peak right with you. after he spills deep inside of you with a low grunt, he just has to pull out to see his cum dripping out of you, the blood mixing with his release a plus. he swears he could cum again just from that sight.

he looks up at you, your eyes closed and your chest heaving as you lay there in a fucked-out state. but you can't deny your cramps have lifted. jason speaks,

"that wasn't so bad, was it?"

[noviecitodejason]

ㅤ ㅤ୨୧ㅤ ㅤㅤ Established relationship, gender-neutral reader (no pronouns are mentioned), short text, fluff, no warnings and idk how to tag ekisde.

"Look at me, baby, I'm on top of the world."

"You're going to fall, Mark," you muttered without even looking up from your phone, letting out a deep sigh that sounded a lot like resignation as you heard him laugh when he banged his head against the ceiling—again.

That’s how the last few days had been since your boyfriend confessed that he’d finally gotten his powers. At first it was great; you both celebrated, Mark showed you what he could do so far, and he tried to take you out for a ride even though he didn’t even know how to fly in a straight line. But three weeks had already passed, and it stopped being fun when Mark showed up to practice with you, at your house, in your room, at the time you took your nap every day—the time Mark knew you preferred silence—but he was definitely still very excited about the discovery of his abilities.

“Come on, don’t look so bitter,” he said with the subtlety of someone who has no regrets, earning your angry glare from the pile of blankets on the bed.

You didn’t answer, and that was answer enough for Mark, who finally decided to climb down from the ceiling of your room to the floor, staggering slightly before finally approaching the edge of the bed, crawling onto it to deal with the chatty, annoying blanket that was staring at him with unjustified annoyance.

His weight fell on you when he finally got close enough—a wall of muscles surprisingly firm for someone who’d never done more exercise than playing baseball as a kid—crushing you almost on purpose, making you growl with even more annoyance.

“I’m sorry,” he said after a second, and you cursed how sincere that sounded, how deplorably manipulative this guy was with that “pleaseforgiveme” tone.

“Get off me,” you insisted, sticking to your plan of annoyance; you couldn’t give in now, you couldn’t appear weak in front of those slanted eyes.

"Baby"

"Get off me"

"Honey"

"Mark"

"Sweetie?"

"For God’s sake, Mark!"

"But I said I’m sorry!" he insisted, unable to bear seeing you angry with him. "I don’t want you to be mad at me"

"I'm tired, Mark, not mad" you blurted out, and that was when Mark finally seemed to calm down a little. His expression stopped being so anxiously remorseful, and he furrowed his brow into a slight straight line, looking at you thoughtfully for several seconds.

"Sure, yeah. Do you want to sleep?" he asked the obvious, letting himself fall lazily onto the bed next to you, letting out a sigh as he thought of the best thing to say without making you feel even more grumpy.

He took your silence as a yes, wrapping his arms around your blanket-covered body, holding you close as he settled in as close as physics would allow. “We can sleep,” his voice was gentle, regretting that he hadn’t respected your sleep schedule.

That definitely broke your heart; you’d been so grumpy all day because of the interruptions to your naps that you’d forgotten Mark really didn’t mean any harm—he never did anything with malice—and you quickly felt guilty for having been so rude to that boy who just wanted to show you how he’d learned to fly.

The phone slipped from your hand onto the bed, finally forgotten, as you used your hands to roll over in bed and wrap them around his body, patting his back lightly to cheer him up. “Yes, we can sleep,” you confirmed, a small, faint smile escaping your lips.

Mark smiled happily, unable to contain himself, mimicking your expression as he moved closer with more confidence, planting a soft kiss on your forehead, then resting his cheek against your head—the standard “napforseveralhours” position that he certainly didn’t mind at all.

“I’ll show you my super strength when we wake up.”

“go to sleep man.”

ㅤㅤ୨୧ㅤㅤㅤEnglish isn't my first language, so I apologize if there are any mistakes :p

[mystiquevoid]

showering with husband!bruce wayne

You closed your eyes contentedly as the hot stream of water rained down on your aching body. There was nothing like washing away the struggles of the day with a shower. Especially when Bruce joined you.

Fingers gently traced the wet skin of your shoulder, goosebumps rising in their wake. “Come here, baby. Let me wash your hair.” Bruce’s voice held that soft kind of affection that he reserved for only a select few. Of course, you—his darling wife—were amongst them.

Silently, you opened your eyes and took a step backward, into Bruce’s expectant arms. Your back hit the hard planes of his front, and just like clockwork, your husband reached over to your fancy shampoo bottle.

After turning off the water, he squeezed some of the expensive product into his palm and got to work. While Bruce massaged the shampoo into your hair, you relaxed the way your husband always wanted you to.

Bruce turned the water back on to rinse the shampoo out of your hair, and then, his curious hands slipped down your nape. It took them only a second to rest comfortably on your heated skin. One hand found its way right beneath your breast, the other wrapped around your neck.

Soft lips pressed against the side of your head, and you couldn’t help your little moan as Bruce took care of you the way only he knew how. You leaned further into his embrace, throwing your head back onto his chest. Eager to hand the reins over to Bruce, the corners of your mouth tugged upward in excitement for what you knew he would do with you.

“Didn’t you say the kids would be back from patrol in twenty minutes?” His face was right next to yours, so you could feel his cocky smirk.

“We both know that there’s a lot we can do in twenty minutes.” Well, he wasn’t wrong, was he? After all, you lived for the thrill of taking risks.

And if the prominent hardness pressing into the back of your thighs impatiently was any indication, Bruce was definitely thrilled and ready.

Hopefully, your children wouldn’t make it home earlier than expected.

Because they wouldn’t be able to look at their sweet mom the same if they ever found out what you two actually tended to do in the shower.

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[sugugori]

I MDNI 18+

Jason prides himself in knowing he managed to snag the heart of the sweetest girl in Gotham. You’re always so soft with him, so kind. When he sneaks into your place early in the morning and wakes you from your sleep, you don’t scold him for it. Instead, you blink away the sandstorm behind your eyes and tend to the new bruise forming alongside his jaw. You ask no questions, you never push him for answers- and you’ll never know how much he appreciates it. Appreciates you.

Before he found you, Jason rarely slept a full night if he could help it. Too anxious, too angry, he rarely woke feeling well rested anyway- so what was the point. But your hands, soft and understanding, handle him in a way that has his eyes fluttering against his will, and sleep finds him easily. You’ve been nothing but patient with him the entirety of your relationship. His sweet girl. So, in his own ways of many, he does what he can to return the favour.

You’ve learned early on that Jason has a scarily accurate way of knowing when you’re upset. Call it sixth sense, call it boyfriend intuition, maybe it’s his really good people-reading skills. You just don’t know how he does it. Some nights when you’re frustrated because you can’t sleep, you lay on your back and weep softly- careful to not disturb him. But it’s no use. When he wakes, he’ll take you in his arms, tuck your head under his chin and rock you gently. Back and forth, quieting your cries until you’re finally lulled to sleep. He just knows his baby. He knows what you need even before you do, he loves quietly like this.

But there are nights when you need to not think. Nights when your thoughts are little mean, telling you things that aren’t true. And maybe you start to believe them a little bit. So when you push through the front door of your apartment, he’s already there- standing big and strong in your kitchen. Waiting like he knew, because he did. In these moments, he doesn’t have to ask. To anyone else, you look like you just had a long day- but he knows you. He knows his sweet girl. So he takes one look at you and knows exactly what to do.

Which is how you find yourself like this, splayed out beneath this 6 foot brute of a man. Completely surrounded by him. Large hands moving up your hips to gently push you further into the mattress as he lays his full weight on top of you- he’s everywhere. Usually, you’d feel overwhelmed but this is exactly what you needed. And he begins to move, the slow drag of his cock already has you burying your face into the pillow, tears prickling your eyes. It’s so good, so so good. You’re so full and he’s panting in your ear, “yeah baby, I know.. I know- it’s good, huh?”

At some point, it becomes a bit too much. He can’t help it, just wants you feeling good again. He’s fucked you through your third orgasm before you’re reaching a hand back to push at his abdomen, wordlessly pleading “too deep, please”. You need to catch your breath, but as much as he is soft and compliant for you, Jason knows you need this. And a selfish part of him needs you too. So he gets a bit mean when he’s whispering, “I know it’s deep, hun. Let me fuck you, just like that.” And “No, baby. You can take it.” You know it’s no use putting up a fight, once he sets his mind on something- he won’t stop until he’s satisfied. He gets this tunnel like vision in moments like these. All he can see is you, you, you. So instead, you reach back around to play with the soft wisps of hair at the back of his neck.

Fingers lightly scratching at his scalp, he buries his face in your neck and purrs. Cold nose pressed to the underside of your jaw- such a contrast to how he’s fucking you. But it’s all worth it when you turn your head and press a soft kiss to the inside of his wrist. His sweet girl.

[markeater]

Target Mark x Reader

You can find the request here

!!Wc 1,9k!! // Edit: pizzanoiz

!!Warnings: gn reader, kidnapping, dom reader, pathetic/sub boy, orgasm denial, oral sex,begging!!

A.n: Guys I'm really not good at writing smut, please bear with me. Especially when it comes to dom reader because I've never read anything like that in my life I'm a bit more sub myself...but yeah Target Mark is definitely a brat ass, I love him so muchhhh. Also I'm sorry for updating so late, unfortunately life conditions aren't really letting me enjoy things. I definitely haven't forgotten anyone's requests! It might come even five months later but I would never just not post it lol (deadass). Btw I'm not comfortable with writing male reader so I want to mention that I write gn and female reader. Also if I forgot anything in the warnings, I'd appreciate it if you could remind me...

Being kidnapped by a variant of your childhood friend from your own universe had genuinely terrified you. Especially when they met with many other versions of him and finished their agreements. God, you had practically turned into a statue in his lap, thinking that if you didn't breathe, they wouldn't notice you. Apparently, you only had value in the universe of this strange tyrant who took possession of you, because the others didn't even care about you.

You didn't remember your own Mark much,you would rarely come face to face and would just drift apart after greeting each other. It couldn't be said that you hated him,both of you were just too timid. And as you aged, you found no reason to take a step either. Ah but lo and behold, another version of you had done more than just friendship.

With the never lowering loud voice and insults of the other psychotic Mark who took possession of you, you hadn't really believed he would truly take you to an empire. What empire in the 21st century, for fuck's sake?

All the thoughts in your mind were kicked away by finding yourself on a spaceship orbiting another planet, passing through the portal. "I won't let you do something stupid this time."your ears rang with the loud voice that had been bothering you for a day and a half. The you in his universe was truly weak, judging by what he said. Maybe not physically but mentally and spiritually. Your mind couldn't comprehend how a person in such abundance could decide to commit suicide, leaving themselves to the terrifying vastness of that outer space. This caused you to look suspiciously at Mark, who was taking you to his room, still not having lowered you to the ground

You hadn't seen a single good side of him during this entire time. Because of this, you would never condemn the version of you who lived a lifetime with this man. Lo and behold he was expecting you to be fragile too, while you had expected him to be a cruel tyrant, as unhinged and unmanageable as that blond guy you saw among the other variants, even if for a short time.

How wrong you both were. As you ignored Mark's habits of shouting and screaming, you understood that he was actually a person who could quite make your word count. What a great loss.

When he threw you onto the bed, you pulled an uno reverse card on him before he could establish a dominance.

The emperor's room was now filled with moans. Not yours, completely his, he was moving desperately against your lips craftily latching onto his penis and not giving him what he wanted. Even though he kept telling himself that normally he would force you, he didn't want his enthusiastic engagement in sex with him to blow up in his face. Yes, yes, that's why he's letting you do whatever you want to him. Control is still in his hands...

You fixed your eyes on his watery eyes as if you felt him trying to comfort himself deep down. His eyes were heavy, the corners wrinkled because of the pleasure he received, and he was establishing eye contact with you bashfully.

Even though they were the same person, wondering for even a fleeting moment if the other Mark would be like this didn't feel right to you at all. Would this count as cross universe cheating? Honestly, who cares. The one whining against your lips right now was him, not the one in your universe.

You understood that he was approaching with the swelling invading your tongue. You pulled your tongue back obscenely, creating a string of saliva. "Ah, damn come back—" you ran your tongue across your lips while watching him try to suppress his pathetic whining.

This made him swallow audibly, moving his adam's apple. Having adjusted yourself slightly on all fours, you tilted your head and gave him a mocking look. "And here I thought the emperor was quite humble. What a pity," you touched your fingers to his heaving chest that suppressed the fire of his narrowed eyes. But you didn't give him the taste of that contact he wanted on his skin. You just walked your fingers until they came to the swelling of his adam's apple and stopped. You smirked at him as you pressed the bump under your fingers.

This smirk was the smile of someone who knew the whole game was turned into their own hands. And you didn't waste any time. You slammed his back flat onto the bed. While climbing and settling on top of him as if it were something insignificant, you gave a light touch to his balls underneath. Just this alone was enough for him to bite his lips and rain curses down.

"God, look at you. You're literally like a dog whining for a treat? You're literally drooling," you murmured while roughly wrapping and squeezing his penis.

"Fuccckk! Ah...hahh," he could have came right then and there into your hand, of course if you hadn't blocked his tip with your thumb. You watched his face turn completely crimson in a situation where you could list a few reasons why.

A sweet hum came from your lips. It had an almost playful rhythm. Your fingers slowly gripped the base of his penis, his hips literally lifted toward your touch pleadingly. This caused him to get slapped on his hip, making him let out a startled gasp.

"Don't you know that those who are not well behaved don't get rewarded, oh man?

"Fuck, just finish this already—" he whined at the loss of your hand. He immediately grabbed your hand, you didn't pull away but the coldness in your gaze was enough of an answer. Yet, you were spending energy to hide your own desire. Was it risky? Maybe but Mark's trembling body in front of you, reeking of sweat and pitifulness, showed only one thing.

You were the winner of this night. No, this clearly showed the course of the future as well.

This scumbag, who was ready to bite and didn't hesitate to use his teeth, was getting far too excited about becoming a complete plaything in your hands.

Almost sweet.

Still you frowned, "Honestly, sleep sounds more appealing in this situation because I'm starting to get quite bored right now." your voice coming out bitter in a tone you didn't want. Mark looked at you, blinking his wet eyelashes as if he didn't know what to do with you looking angry at him. His lips were parted, moving slightly as if begging for a word to come out.

You quickly broke free from his grip and pulled back without even waiting for a plea. His hand instantly found your wrist again. This prompted you to look at him out of the corner of your eye. "P-please,"he begged in a velvety voice, you wouldn't expect something so naive to come out of him, "I'll stop acting stupid. I'll be good boy..s-so please don't go."

There was a silence between you,Mark had panicked even more. His grip was literally trembling but it was hard to tell which reason was causing it. "Please, Y/n. I...I can't do this without you," letting out his breath almost like a sob, he slowly approached you with hesitation as if afraid you would push him away. His muscular arms slowly wrapped around your torso,you felt his wet eyelashes brush against your bare stomach for a moment,but his eyes quickly snapped back to you.

The shades of those brown eyes were almost the representation of despair. "If I have to spend another night without you, I don't want to live." he blinked his eyes very slowly, as if this would grant him a chance.

Yet you were lost in the weight of the words. You didn't want to weigh in your head whether these words were meant for the past you or the current you. Your hands found his shoulders. His skin was cold against yours. Almost like the loneliness of every human being.

He expected you to push him away and for a moment you indeed wanted to do that. And you did,Mark falling onto the bed with a startled gasp was going to bring disappointment, but when you didn't get up from the bed and your hips met his hips instead, he groaned loudly underneath you.

Your fingers found his length again, giving it a sweet touch. He was literally leaking between your hands. A small giggle escaped your lips. "What were the magic words, you pathetic thing?'"

"Pleasee," he whines, squeezing his eyelids tightly shut, "Pl-please let me cum." the touches of your fingers literally made him feel like a game to him, but this time he hoped you would give him the chance to cum.

With the pressure tightening his chest increasing, his legs moved helplessly beneath you. "Calm down, baby. No one is going to take it away from you this time." as you leaned over and placed a provocative kiss on his jawline.

He quickly turned his head the other way, offering himself to every single kiss that could come. You let out a warm giggle against his skin.

Mark was now trying to hold himself back, rubbing like crazy against your hand with the helplessness brought by overstimulation. The last thing he wanted to do was to lose control and break that beautiful wrist of yours.

"Ahh y/n, y/n, y/n..." while he was muttering your name like someone having a fever, you cut this off by sealing his lips. His body opened up only to your dominance here too. You bit his lips, taking the absolute depth of his whines from him. "Slow down, champi—" you stop when he suddenly cums, letting out a muffled scream against your lips.

On the other hand he has already fallen under the spell of pleasure, literally fucking your hand. His beautiful irises have already drifted far away, literally passed out. You slowly straighten up over him. You finally pull your hand back and look at the masterpiece he left behind.

Before you could focus too much on the surprisingly large amount of sperm in your hand, Mark was already whining again,you lift your gaze and look at him once more. He looks so beautiful underneath you, which perhaps should be due to the way the room is lit, but his face was completely mesmerizing.

"Y/n,"while you were enjoying the way he whined your name, your hand found his cheek. You enjoyed the softness of the flesh there. "Thank you...I. Y/n,"

Your voice was as soothing as wine. "Yes, my love?"

Just with the way you called him, you felt him getting hard underneath you again. "God, Mark you're literally like a horny dog."as he slowly recovered from the effects of pleasure, he wasn't really affected by your words. He had a look as if he just wanted anything about him to come out of your mouth.

Almost dangerous. His hands found your hips, moving you so that you would rub against him. His gaze was even worse than the movement he made. It was seeking yours with a raw wildness and neediness. "Please let me go inside you...I-I want to feel you."

While one corner of your lip slid slightly upward, you adopted a thoughtful expression. You straightened yourself over Mark. "I don't know," you murmured as his movements slowed. "I suppose there might be a chance I could give you an opportunity based on your performance. But I think you know," you added, pushing him back by his chest before he could rise from the bed. "I much prefer to be persuaded."

[jiimeniita]

[lucidcrashing]

jason todd is a yapaholic | mdni pls ! 18+

anything about jason being a man of few words is propaganda. unless he’s exhausted, he’ll talk your ear off about the books he’s reading, his arguments with his brothers and teammates, the criminal operations he’s plotting on. he’s quick and witty, and has no qualms making fun of himself or you. you try your best to listen, honest — but sometimes you end up accidentally tuning him out. he’s not offended by this, don’t worry, and he’ll fuck off if you get overstimulated.

but, god help you, his talkativeness absolutely extends to the bedroom. you cannot tune him out then.

every word makes your face hotter, your moans louder. he gets off on it shamelessly. he’s constantly mouthing off, talking about how good you look, how good you feel, how good you are for him. you don’t have to do a thing, pretty, just let him do all the work. the definition of ‘talks you through it’.

“there she is, there’s my girl. so pretty f’me… god, baby, if you could see what i see. perfect little thing. i’d give you the moon, baby— s-shit, stop squeezin’ me like that. gonna make me cum too quick, like a goddamn virgin. if i wasn’t fuckin’ you stupid right now, you’d think that’s funny. what’s that now? ah, ah, ah? uh, uh, uh? sound so fuckin’ cute, baby…”

i don’t think he’s much of a moaner, honestly. i think he’ll grunt, occasionally groan, but the real kicker? he whimpers when he cums.

“shit, ‘m so fucking close. gonna give it to me? yes, you can, i know you can. c’mon, baby, you’re right there. i’ll rub your pretty clit— there you go. oh, i know, sweet girl. c’mon, be so good for me. there it is— fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck— mmph!”

the only time you can guarantee silence is when you’re basking in the afterglow. once he’s sure you’re clean and physically/mentally okay, he’ll pull you right back into him in bed. his favourite place to be is the crook of your neck. his lips will press a few sweet, soft kisses on your shoulder, but after that he just wants to lie there with you and breathe in your warmth.

[agnustar]

jason todd x f.reader | he's not usually this scared

contents :: established relationship. fluff. non-explicit sexual content. general panic attack / anxiety content. unspecified / implied trauma. text in bold + italics are meant to be jason's thoughts wc. ~1.8k

a/n :: if you've seen this same fic from two or three other accounts it's because i can't stay in the same place for more than five minutes apparently ^^7 that's my bad ..... i just really like this one.

Jason’s had sex with you plenty of times.

He wasn’t counting or anything. He could have, if he wanted to. He liked to count, liked to keep track of things. Numbers, patterns, things he could pin and file neatly into all the right spots. But intimacy wasn’t something he generally keeps a catalogue on. Being with you had never felt like it needed to be measured or tracked.

It was just something that simply was.

And there was nothing new about it. The sex, anyways. He enjoyed it. He liked the closeness, the heat, the release that felt both physical and mental. And, of course, he liked that it felt good.

So he wasn’t sure why all of a sudden it felt like his chest was being crushed.

It all happened too fast. One second his eyes were fixed on your, watching, hands firm on your hips, his breath steady, synced with yours like for just a moment the two of you were one. And then his breath stuttered. His throat felt like something had wrapped around it and pulled tight. The air felt thick, sticking like he was choking on molasses.

He blinked hard, trying to wipe it away, but it did nothing to put the room back in place, it only continued to blur around the edges. Your sounds – the pretty whimpers, and soft, breathy gasps of his name – sounded distant, like the sound was traveling through water to get to his ears.

It sounded far away. Too far away. Too far.

No, no, no —

He tried to force himself out of it, tried to force himself to think his way back to reality, to figure out why this was happening.

You’re home.

He latched onto the thought, mind digging its claws into it.

Apartment. Bedroom. Bed.

He could feel the sheets under his back, the weight of you on top of him, the smell of the room. He went through it all. Everything he could see, hear, smell, feel. The whole bit. None of it seemed to help.

No blood. No bruises. All my limbs.

His eyes darted down to your body, a quick, – an almost tactical assessment. And you were fine. No signs anything was wrong with you. No sign you were in pain, or in danger. Nothing was wrong. If anything, you seemed to be enjoying yourself. Completely unaware of what was going on in his mind and body. No fault of yours, of course.

She’s okay.

You’re okay.

So why did he feel like this ?

Was it because he had you on top ? No. That couldn’t have been it. He had you ride him all the time. He liked it. Very quickly it had become one of his favorite positions. Laying back and watching you use him to make yourself feel good, grabbing your hips to fuck into you when you got too tired.

He’d never had an issue with it before. He loved it.

His grip on your hips tightened before he realized it, nails digging a little too hard into the skin, leaving behind shallow half-moon shaped indents in the soft flesh. The sting made you flinch, small and sharp.

“Stop –”

The word tore from his throat, felt like it was dragging glass along the muscle and tissue inside it. He pressed down, slowing the roll of your hips against his.

“I need you to stop –”

The panic in his voice, the way it shook and cut through everything else, had you scrambling off him in an instant. No hesitation, no question. Just moving, leaving cold where your weight and warmth had been.

Jason stayed where he was, laying flat on his back, wide eyes fixed on the ceiling. His chest rose and fell too fast, each breath caught on the way in and burned on the way out. His body felt wrong, like it wasn’t really his anymore.

The room felt off, like it had gotten smaller and smaller around him.

“Jay …” Your voice was careful now.

He felt the mattress shift next to him as you moved, felt you get closer before he actually saw your hand reaching out towards him. And something in his chest spiked, his body moving before his mind could.

His hand shot out, catching your wrist before you could reach him. Too tight, he hadn’t meant it to be.

“Don’t –” He gripped on you loosened, but he didn’t let go, still holding you away. “Please don’t touch me right now.”

The request came out rough, but not angry. He wasn’t angry, he was scared. And his body had a bad habit of mixing the two up.

Confusion flickered over your face, your brows creasing, but you didn’t argue, didn’t push at him. You lowered your hand, bringing it back to rest in your lap.

“Are you okay ? Did I do something ?”

Jason only shook his head, the motion small and quick, and you weren’t sure which of your questions he was answering. He didn’t elaborate.

He forced himself to sit upright, dragging his hand down his face before pushing his sweat damp hair back off his forehead. His skin felt too tight, and every touch felt like he was being stabbed. Everything in and around him felt wrong.

He shifted to the edge of the bed, planting his feet against the carpet. His chest was still tight, breaths still burned, the world still felt small. He didn’t understand it.

“I need –” He swallowed hard, “I’m just … gonna go shower. Real quick.”

He didn’t wait for a response before getting up.

The lock on the bathroom door clicked shut behind him, followed by the sound of the running water.

He stepped in the shower before it had time to warm up, letting it hit him cold.

It helped.

A little.

For a second.

He pressed his forehead against the tile wall, letting the water run down his face and back. His heart was still racing, everything still felt too wrong, and too loud. He felt like he was going to be sick.

“What the hell ?”

He didn’t move to grab the soap, didn’t wash his hair. He didn’t do anything but stand there.

You’re safe.

He knew that. There was no threat, no danger. Nothing was happening, to him or to you. So why did he feel like there was, why was his body reacting like he was in some sort of crisis ?

Why did it feel like the world had him pinned down, stripped bare, with no way to get away —

His chest squeezed again.

He forced himself to breathe in, held it until his lungs burned, and let it out.

Again

Again

Again.

He’d never admit how long it took him to even out his breathing, to force the panic into something quieter. Not gone, not by a longshot. But quieter.

He still didn’t have an answer when he shut the water off.

He dried himself off quickly, pulling on a pair of sweatpants, tying them low around his hips. When he left the bathroom, hair still dripping onto his forehead, the bed was empty. For a second that made the panic feel sharp in his chest again.

Then he heard the quiet sounds of movement, the faint click of ceramic. He followed the sound down the hall to the kitchen. He found you at the counter, your back to him, dressed in a pair of soft underwear and a bra. Your hair was messy, shoulders relaxed in a way that showed him you weren’t upset.

You were just waiting. Always waiting.

Jason stepped up behind you, arms sliding around your waist, pulling you back against him. His chin found your shoulder, taking its usual spot there.

You were making tea, and he could tell by the smell of it and the cup you were using that you were making it for him, not yourself. He watched your hands as you stirred honey into the cup, using that tiny spoon he always cracked jokes about. The one that looked like it belonged in a dollhouse, not a kitchen drawer.

You reached for the wooden salt jar next, stirring a pinch in with the same spoon. He remembered he cringed when you first showed him that. Now he can’t stand taking his tea any other way.

“‘M sorry …” He muttered against your cheek

Your free hand came up, fingers brushing against his jaw. It made his breath catch, softer this time. 

“No need to be sorry, Jaybie.” You assured him “Are you okay ?”

He shifted, tucking his face into the crook of your neck, pulling his shoulders in. A failed attempt to make himself smaller.

“Don’t know what happened” The admission made his mouth feel like it was full of sand and stones. “I’m sorry”

You didn’t rush to answer, letting the quiet linger comfortably as you finished his tea.

“It’s okay” You said gently, “You don’t need to know. Sometimes things just –”

“Don’t.” He didn’t mean to cut you off, and he didn’t mean to sound so snappy either. He forced himself to take a breath, forced his body to relax into yours before he tried again.

“I’m sorry. Just … Don’t do the feelings thing. I can’t –” He took another breath when he caught his tone again. “Just not right now.”

“Okay.” You nodded, “Habit.”

Apology.

Jason hummed against your skin.

Acceptance.

“Did you finish ?” He asked after a moment of quiet

“No.” You answered, no hesitation, no embarrassment or shame. Just a fact.

“But that’s okay.” You added, “I don’t need to finish every time”

Jason grunted against your skin, and that was enough to tell you that he did not agree with that statement.

“We can try again,” he suggested. But his tone was cautious, like he wasn’t quite sure.

And you picked up on that. Of course you did, it was how you were, how you’d always been.

You turned around in his arms, he raised his head to let you move, but his eyes didn’t quite meet yours once you faced him.

“Hey …” Your hands came up, holding either side of his face between your palms. You tilted his head up until his eyes were on yours. It took more effort than he’d like to admit to hold them there.

“We don’t have to” You continued, “We can. But only if you’re okay.”

He was quiet for a while. Checking in with himself, his teeth biting into the skin inside his cheek as he thought it over.

He felt better. A little. Not good, but better

But there was still that lingering feeling. Something biting under his skin. There was a quiet squeezing in his chest still that hadn’t fully gone away, like a memory only his body seemed to remember, that his mind couldn’t quite put a finger on.

“Maybe tomorrow ?” He whispered. He paused, letting out a soft, slow exhale. “Yeah … Yeah, maybe tomorrow.”

You smiled, bringing his face to yours to press a firm, gentle kiss against his cheek.

“Alright. Tomorrow then.”

[mayhemi]

NEEDY | mark grayson x afab!reader (18+ mdni)

you aren't exactly sure how MARK GRAYSON ended up beneath you, wriggling and whimpering from the sheer, heavy ache of his need to be buried inside you.

you were just supposed to be studying in his room, it wasn't your fault he’d stretched his arms over his head, exposing that dark trail of hair leading down his stomach, and it certainly wasn't your fault he kept stammering every time you batted your eyelashes at him. his flustered laughter only made your gut pool with a familiar need. the need to see him 100x more nervous for you ofc! :p

he was practically begging you to pin him down and kiss him silly, and so, you did. the confused, muffled “hmph!” he made against your lips when you first caught him off guard only spurred you on. he didn't protest when you climbed into his lap, straddling him and grinding your hips against his. he didn't ask questions when you tugged the hair at the nape of his neck, kissing him with bruising force. he didn't care when the textbooks next to him fell to the ground with a thud when you kicked them away. he couldn't bare to potentially ruin the moment he'd been waiting for his whole life, for the many years he's loved you. there was no way he would go back to jerking off to the thought of you, this was way better!

once you decided you had enough of just dry humping, you move to unzip his jeans. he was blabbering out breathless "thank you's," as you unzipped him. his hands trembling as he tried his best to follow along with your confident movements, lifting his hips to help you tug his jeans and boxers down.

when his cock was finally freed, you couldn't help but stare. it sprung against his abs. he was so hard it looked painful, and it definitely was. mark was so turned he swears he could cum from a gust of wind! his skin flushed a deep, feverish pink, the tip leaking precum at an alarming rate. you wanted to memorize every vein, every inch of him, but the heat between your own legs was becoming too insistent to ignore.

after tossing your shorts aside, you didn't even bother with your panties, simply sliding them to the side to expose your heat to him. you took ahold of him, making his breath hitch as you ran his sensitive tip through your slick folds. he felt like he was in heaven, it felt so good and he had the prettiest thing ever sitting right on top of him!

"you okay?" you whispered, glancing up from his member to his ridiculously red face. "you're not gonna cum when i put it in, right?" you teased, tilting your head to make sure he wouldn't spill inside you immediately, it was just such a mark grayson thing to do. he shook his head hurriedly, trying to regain some semblance of composure by straightening his posture. "n- no!" he assured you, letting out a nervous, shaky laugh. "i'm not- i'm not like- a virgin or anything," he stammered. uh huh. "right..." you nodded skeptically, but decided to take your chances. you lined him up with your entrance, watching his adam's apple bob as he swallowed hard. he was gawking at the sight of you, his whole body tense in anticipation.

when you finally sank down, the sensation was overwhelming. his eyes rolled back into his head and a moan far too loud for a quiet bedroom escaped him. your hand flew to his mouth to stifle it. "mark!" you warned, your voice trembling despite your attempt to stay in control. debbie is right downstairs, is he crazy?! his eyes shot open, wide and startled, as his apology came out as a muffled, ridiculous sound against your palm. you almost giggled, until he reached up to cup your breast, his touch making your breath hitch. he promised to be quieter, and you finally let your hand drop, granting him speech again.

"you're... you're so pretty," he breathed, struggling to tear his gaze away from your body so he wouldn't lose his grip too soon. you smile down at him warmly, his compliments and willingness to please you only make you wetter. you took a moment to adjust to his length before you began to move, your hips starting a slow, tentative rhythm to test his reaction. "f-fuuuuuck" he throws his head back, his jaw going slack. his heart beats a frantic, uneven rhythm against your chest, and he actually begins to pant, his breath coming in shallow, desperate hitches as he feels your pussy flutter and clench around him.

"god, mark," his name feels heavy and sweet on your tongue. "it's so... s'good," you manage to choke out, nodding your head as the pleasure rolls over you in waves, the band in your gut tightening. "soooo fucking good." at the praise, his cock twitches violently inside you. the sensation of his tip rhythmically kissing your cervix as you bounce atop him is overwhelmingly, almost painfully, satisfying. the wet, rhythmic slap of your hips meeting and separating echoes in the quiet room, a sound that makes your skin flush with heat. you silently pray that Debbie doesn't happen to wander past his bedroom door.

Mark looks like he’s overstimulated. his eyes are screwed shut tight, his jaw slack as he fights to stay grounded. "mark," you coo, your voice a breathless, airy thing. "hmm?" he whimpers in response, his eyebrows twitching upward to show he heard you, though he's too far gone to actually open his eyes just yet. "mark..." you murmur once again, lifting your hand from his shoulder to thread your fingers through his damp, inky black hair. The strands are slightly slick with sweat, clinging to his forehead. "look at me..." you whisper, your thumb tracing the line of his jaw to tilt his head up toward yours. reluctantly, his eyes flutter open, heavy lidded and glazed with pure adoration. his gaze sends a shiver through your whole body. the moment he takes in your flushed face, he bucks his hips up involuntarily, a sudden, deep thrust that makes you let out a high pitched squeak. "m'sorry," he rasps, shaking his head as if to clear the fog from his brain. "you jus'... you jus' feel so good," he says, his voice cracking, sounding almost like a desperate complaint. but you know better; there's no way he could complain right now. "i know, baby... i know..." you assure him, leaning down to press a lingering, tender kiss to his forehead, trying your best to ground him, to calm him down.

you continue to move. "can you..." he starts, his voice cracking as he fumbles for the words. he's struggling to get the request out, his chest heaving as if he's embarrassed. "can you... tell me i'm good? that- that i'm doing it right?" he finally manages to choke out, looking up at you with wide, glossy eyes, tears already shimmering at the brim, threatening to spill over. you can't help the soft, lopsided smile that tugs at your lips. the sight of him looking so pathetic for you is a boost to your ego.

"you are doing good, mark," you murmur, your voice a soothing balm to his nerves. he lets out a broken whimper, the sound vibrating against your skin as he lets his head fall heavily against your bare chest. "so... so good for me..." you coo, planting a tender, lingering kiss on the crown of his head. "always so good."

at the reassurance, he starts to ramble, chasing more of your validation. "yeah? i... i wanna be good," he nods fervently, his eyes searching yours for any sign of doubt. you nod along with him. he starts to plant open mouthed kisses to the mounds of your tits, trying even more to please you. "i wanna be good for you, cus- cus- " he breaks off into a jagged moan as you increase the pace, your hips bouncing urgently. "you're my good boy," you whisper against his ear, the words a sultry, velvet command. he lets out a full, high pitched whine at the praise, his entire body shuddering. "yeah!" he gasps, his hips bucking upward with a desperate strength to meet your every thrust. "i'm a good boy," he mumbles to himself, a frantic, breathless affirmation. You feel yourself nearing the edge, the pleasure becoming dizzying.

and, of course, through it all, Mark is still running his mouth. he's yapping a breathless stream of praises, trying to make you happy. "i love you!" "you're you're so fucking pretty," "fuck- how're you so tight?!"

As much as you adore his compliments, you realize you desperately need him to be quiet for just one moment so you can actually enjoy your orgasm. "mark," you whine, your voice strained and high. "just be quiet for a second... okay, baby?" You look down at him, meeting his wide, earnest eyes. "can you do that for me?" He nods desperately, his chest heaving. "yeah, yeah, of course i ca-" he starts, his voice rising as he prepares to launch into another compliment, but you quickly press a finger against his lips to hush him.

suddenly, he hits that exact spot sooo deep inside you, without even meaning to. "fuck!" you cry out, completely abandoning any shred of modesty or fear of his mom walking in. he whips his head up at your sudden cry, unaware of what he did to make you feel so good.

"i'm gonna cu-" before you can even finish the thought, Mark’s fingers find you, his thumb circling your clit aimlessly. the sensation is overstimulating, a squeal emoting from you as you're sent spiraling over the edge. You come around his cock in heavy, pulsing waves, your walls fluttering against him.

he gets off on you feeling good, so, naturally, seeing you cum with such intensity is enough for his balls to draw up. with a low, guttural groan, he lifts you off his dick like you weigh nothing. after all, he is invincible. his own orgasm hits him the moment he pulls out. thank god. though, you think that getting knocked up by mark grayson wouldn't be so bad. he cries out your name as he spills hot sticky globs of his release all over your lower belly.

after he wipes the cum off of your stomach with his shirt (like a gentleman), you lean all of your weight into him, exhausted. he wraps his arms around you, rubbing circles into your back mindlessly. and without surprise, mark is the first to break the silence. "was that..." he starts, his voice a needy whisper. "was that good?" you let out a long sigh, almost rolling your eyes, a small smile playing on your face. he just gave you one of the best orgasms of your life, and he's still asking if he did okay, still asking you to reassure him he is the one that made you feel good.

"yes, mark," you breathe, "that was good."

a/n: the capitalization is all over the place in this one sorry about that... 😭 from this request!

[v4mp1r3-d0llh34rt]

Girlhood is trying to figure out which fictional man you wanna read a fic abt before bed

[scenerthv]

The bulge… are you kidding