in which, JASON TODD has got a big, fat crush on the neighborhood's bookstore owner; so it's not a surpise when he ends up inside of her, right?
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includes: jason todd x fem!reader, bookstore-owner!reader, mature content (17+), tw / cw: depictions of blood loss, stab wound, stitches, ... making out, thigh-humping, 'the knee thing,' begging, panty-ripping, oral (f. recieving), fingering, biting, marking, being bent over, mirror-sex, drooling, dirty-talk, sub!reader, creampie, 6.9k words.
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kinktober masterlist.
FOR ONCE, gotham was sunny. warm rays shone down through the large, floor to ceiling windows of your bookshop-- air tinged with scents like crisp autumn wind and faintly stale coffee. a few individuals traversed between each row of books, fingers running idly down the spine of the few that caught their eyes. it was calming. natural. a welcomed escape from the harsh reality that existed for many outside of the parameters of your humble store; an environment where worries melted off of the shoulders of even the most damned, and where the innocent could flourish.
from the register, you fiddled with a pen-- twirling it absentmindedly between your pointer and middle fingers. the motion was relaxed; practiced, and exuding only contentment.
however, the sound of your shop's door-bell chimed softly as a new civilian entered; and your movements paused, irises tracking down the face of the potential customer. to your slight surprise, (and something deep within your gut eerily similar to relief, or perhaps even giddy), recognition washed over you.
"jason," you called out softly, waving a hand towards one of your regular customers.
greenish-grey eyes flicked upwards to meet yours, and the man echoed your name. it sounded heavy on his tongue-- but not with angst; with care. "i'm back already," he grinned, wooden floorboards creaking with age as he stepped closer to the check-out where you remained.
a smile bloomed across your face. "missed me that much?" you questioned, teasing. "it's barely been a week."
jason shrugged noncommittally, hands raising playfully in surrender, though his freckled cheeks tinged a faint shade of red. "y'know you can't keep me away,"
the sound of your laughter combined, and floated its way to the ceiling of your bookstore. it clung to the wooden beams spanning the roof; seeping into the oak, willing itself into the history of the building.
when the laughter died down, you jutted your chin to the side-- motioning the back of your store. "a new shipment of second-hand books just arrived from metropolis; you know where to find 'em,"
jason saluted, "aye, aye captain," before making his way towards his desired items. the man would be kept occupied for a good little while with the boxes upon boxes of books you hadn't bothered to sort through yet; and you smiled quietly to yourself.
it was easy to recall the first time you had met jason; even easier to lose track of when your friendship had blurred into this slow, thumping heart-beat of comfort and familiarity. he came in at the beginning of each week, would purchase a handful of books, and would return the following week to do the same thing. after a few repeated cycles of this, you and him had begun to chit-chat beyond his payments-- and just like that, you had become acquainted with the large, handsome man.
beyond that, though, you didn't know much about him. as his fingers would dust across yours at the register, your eyes would linger on the collection of scars littered across his skin; but you never pushed. you understood that, while you looked forward to jason's arrival at your store like clock-work, the privacy of his life remained his.
the affairs he found himself tangled within outside of the haven you offered to gothamites alike was none of your business; all you could hope was that jason remained safe in whatever trials he thrust himself into.
especially now-- that thought crossed your mind as he approached a mere ten minutes later, with four books in his hands. dropping them on the counter-top, his cheeks dimpled. "i'm shocked i was able to pick only four, that new shipment is loaded with good shit."
you grinned, totaling the sticker-prices of the books into your register. "the four book only policy doesn't apply to you," you whispered, leaning forward ever so slightly, "take as many as you'd like." the scent of his cologne-- something earthy and inviting-- floated its way into your nose. you shivered.
jason's eyes widened softly, a dark eyebrow arching upwards. "willing to bend the rules just for me? i'm flattered," glancing towards jason's face, you wished for nothing more than to burn the image of his grin into your memory permanently.
"yeah, well," your eyes rolled, fingers typing away at your cash register, "you're a returning customer-- and i'm not worried you'll resell my shit for a lower price."
the sound of jason's laugh sounded nothing short of mesmerizing. "shouldn't judge a book by its cover," he said easily, "i'll put you out of business."
it was your turn to laugh softly as you reached beneath the front-desk, grabbing a re-usable bag for jason's books. the man took out his wallet, and dropped a twenty and a ten on the counter. "please," you scoffed, handing him his books, "the only way you'll put me out of business is by buying all of my fuckin' stock."
"that's right," jason agreed, nodding. black wisps of hair fell into his eyes, and he ran a sturdy hand through his locks. "i'll be back before you know it, pretty."
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night howled against the windows of your book-store, and the silence of after-hours was terribly loud. your keys jangled and clanked against your hip as you made your rounds-- making sure all the doors and windows were secured and locked. up and down each aisle you traversed, the smell of homey paper sticking to your skin as if the library was trying to fuse itself to you.
all the books were where they were supposed to be, and every possible place someone could break into was reinforced properly. you sighed, fingers clutching tightly onto the fabric of your leather coat. despite the familiarity and warmth your shop offered during the day-- there was something uncomfortable about it once night fell onto the city of gotham.
chuckling to yourself, you recalled the previous owner of the building nervously mentioning ghosts living within the walls.
how childish, you thought to yourself, unlocking the register to empty its contents, who believes in ghosts anyways? certainly not me--
a loud series of bangs on the back entrance of your store rattled the entire building, and the hairs on the back of your neck stood in urgency.
you remained in place silently, and in shock, for a few moments; save for a small lamp near the front desk, the rest of the lights in your bookstore were off-- who on earth wanted to be let into a seemingly closed bookstore?
when the banging continued, almost growing desperate, you had closed your eyes-- "fuck," you muttered, reaching into a cabinet within the front desk that held a baseball bat.
(living in gotham, you could have never been too careful.)
it took a few falsely-confident steps to make it to the back of your store, and the metal door that was the entrance from the alley-way at its behind. you swallowed, the pounding of someone's fist unrelenting against the cool metal. you considered yelling, alerting the potential threat to your prescence, but figured you'd lose the upper-hand-- so without much thought, you swung open the door, raising the baseball-bat as if to attack the perpetrator-- until exactly who it was startled you.
"red hood?" you gaped, fingers clutching tightly onto the bat as the vigilante's mask glimmered a cherry red underneath the subtle lighting of the moon. you were no stranger to gotham's silent heros; especially not as someone running a small-business that happened to remain open about an hour past dusk. seeing one in-person, much less face-to-face, was daunting; especially since you knew-- or at least, had heard-- what this one was capable of. shit, you thought idly, did he see me j-walk last night?
red hood raised his hands; or, well, one hand-- the other remained glued to his side, and upon further inspection, he seemed to be leaning heavily to the opposite side of his injury. when he spoke, his helmet had muffled his voice-- and the voice changer you assumed he had implemented, crackled and popped. if he had said anything else-- you were certain you would not have been able to distinguish it underneath the fuzz of his helmet's voice changer-- but you immediately recognized that the man was saying your name.
something ran down your spine, and your face contorted into a mixture of fear and confusion. "what the fuck?" you frowned, fingers itching at the wood of your baseball bat.
you soon realized, however, how useless the weapon was-- red hood pushed past you, barely brushing your figure, and into your book-store. you yelped in surprise, twisting your body to watch the vigilante as he traced, without error (as if he was familiar with the store layout), your bathroom. while you couldn't see him from where you stood anymore, you were able to watch light spill onto the wooden floor of your store-- a harsh, fluorescent glow lighting up the small bathroom.
exhaling deeply through your nose, you entered your store again and closed the back entrance to the door tightly-- locking the deadbolts, preventing anyone from entering or exiting. "hey!" you called out hurriedly, making your way towards where red hood was, "i'd appreciate it if you would tell me what the fuck you're doing in my book-store,"
red hood, very clearly, had made himself comfortable in the bathroom; his own jacket had been discarded and sat messily on the floor, and his black compression shirt was pulled up to just underneath his left pec-- a nasty wound, most likely from a knife, seeped blood onto his pants and onto the tiles of the bathroom floor. you heard the man hiss as he pressed a wad of damp paper-towel to the injury, and you cringed away harshly.
"fuck," you winced, a phantom pain shooting directly into the side of your mid-section.
red blurred your vision softly as red hood turned his head towards you. "do you have a first-aid kit?"
without answering, you moved into the tiny bathroom-- opening a cabinet on the wall to pull out exactly what he was looking for. you placed it onto the small counter-top, and popped it open; red hood immediately reaching for thread and a needle.
"hey," you stopped him, grabbing onto his gloved wrist, "there's a walk-in clinic right down the road-- i can drive you there, it'll take like five seconds--"
"no," red hood answered almost immediately, gently tearing his hand from your grip to continue rifling through your first-aid kit.
"no?" you questioned, eyebrows raising. "what do you mean no? you're bleeding out--"
"i'll be fine." he answered shortly, bringing a spool of thread to his mouth to tear a long string with his teeth. "and i came here for a reason," his voice changer crackled as he spoke.
confusion etched its way deeper onto your face. "what?"
red hood sighed, and the glimmer of his mask caught your eye as his head turned towards you; his stare was harsh, despite the fact that you couldn't even see his face. "you were the closest person i could come to," he answered awkwardly, one hand still holding the paper-towel to his wound, "closest person i know."
you opened your mouth to speak, simply baffled by what he meant; but his next actions stole the words right from your throat.
with his free hand, he dropped the medical supplies onto the counter-top, before gripping his helmet and tearing it off of his head; his vision remained glued to the floor as he shook his hair out, recognizable black locks falling onto his forehead.
"jason?" you gaped. "holy shit," you practically laughed-- because what were the odds the person you had seen less than seven hours ago was one of gotham's most well-known vigilantes. the humour in the situation, though, died out quickly-- as you watched his irises examine his wound closer now, slight panic arising in both of your throats.
moving without a second thought, your palms found jason's biceps, leading him to sit on the counter-top. "sit. let me do it," you said quickly, gesturing to the thread and needle.
jason gave a long exhale, resting his body-weight against the counter with little refusal; "you don't need to do this," he argued weakly.
you rolled your eyes, gently prying the paper-towels from his wound; luckily, with some of the blood cleaned up, was less serious than you had first assumed. "i want to."
"you didn't want to before i took the helmet off," jason laughed softly. the movement made him wince.
"that was because i assumed i didn't know you," you murmurred, tongue-sticking out of the corner of your mouth in deep concentration, "i couldn't have been responsible should anything have happened to a stranger. but now that i do know you, why not put the first-aid course i took four years ago to the test?"
though you didn't bother looking up, you could practically feel jason's face scrunching up. "so i'm your guinea pig?"
you offered the slightest of nods.
"i'm fucked."
"hey," you protested, "i patched up a kid with a scraped knee like last week. you're in great hands,"
"not quite the same thing as a minor stab wound, but still reassuring, i guess,"
jason felt you poke into a non-injured section of his torso gently with the needle, only to laugh. something spurred to life within your ribs.
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after about ten minutes of stitching, you finally finished-- tying off the last suture, your fingertips grazed his abdomen. they lingered, as if his body was pulling you in-- like something couldn't keep you from stepping away. jason's breath hitched.
you cleared you throat, reeling your hands back towards your body, remaining medical supplies tossed haphazardly onto the counter. "sorry," you breathed.
jason's hands brushed over the newly bandaged wound, examining carefully, before greenish-grey irises met yours in the small cracked mirror of your tiny bathroom. "don't be." he said simply, holding your gaze.
you had so many questions. they were burning at your throat, clawing at your tongue-- fighting you, willing themselves to be released. but the longer your eyes stayed trained on each-other's within the shitty little mirror, the less they wanted to escape.
it was odd; you had had this idea of jason, in the back of your mind-- every-time he stepped through your bookstore's doors, you wondered what kind of life he led. perhaps he was a teacher, or maybe a fire-fighter, you had day-dreamed once; he seemed like the kind of man that knew the real grit that covered every surface within gotham, and he seemed like the kind of man who wanted to erase it all. you had been right, in a way; because wasn't that what red hood stood for? nonetheless, the vigilante's identity had made your fingers quiver against his skin as you tended to his wound, and you knew jason was pointedly ignoring the tremor in your palms as you patched him up. you considered the fact that, he too, most likely knew it wasn't from who the version of himself he had hidden from you, but rather the one you thought you knew all too well.
the silence that followed wasn't uncomfortable. no, it was charged. the air between the two of you practically vibrated with what was once fear, now morphed into understanding, anxiousness; a yearning of sorts. it wasn't quite fear, but it was not quite relief either. now you had seen jason for what he truly was, and that was a scary thing to have admitted on both of your ends. you swallowed, eyes tracing downwards on jason's form in the mirror-- down the bridge of his nose, down to his lips (where they lingered for longer than what you wanted), and down to his jaw. examining him so closely, you could see the way his pulse jumped in his throat.
your reflection looked back at you—wide-eyed, flushed, and unsteady. naked, in some sort of sense. jason’s gaze dropped from the mirror to you, slow and deliberate, and you realized with a start that he wasn’t the only one feeling bare.
"why did you come here?" you asked, words so quiet on your lips you were certain jason had not heard you. when he answered, something spiked lowly in your gut.
"i told you," jason whispered back, "you were the closest person i trust."
"you trust me?"
"more than i'd like to admit." jason dragged a calloused hand through his hair. a nervous tick. "do you trust me?"
"yes." the answer was immediate, and the lack of hesitation made the corner of jason's eyes crinkle with the slightest hint of amusement.
the sound of his laugh sent sparks up your spine. "you shouldn't."
tilting your head to look at him, one of your eyebrows arched upwards. "you haven't shot me or anything yet, so i think i'm okay,"
jason laughed again. the sound was low, from the back of his throat. shamefully, your cunt throbbed. "you never know,"
"right," you agreed, "i think i'll take that risk."
jason watched your eyes flicker down to his lips, and took that as a sign-- crashing his mouth onto yours, he kissed you like his life depended on it.
there was nothing sweet about it, nothing gentle; nothing like the man jason was when he let his guard down around you, nothing like the man you thought you knew. his hands fumbled clumsily along your body, as if he didn't know what to do with them, until one of them cupped the back of your head and the other found your hip. using his strength, he kept you glued to his body; crooking your head to the side, you deepened the kiss.
jason groaned into your mouth once he felt your tongue drag against the fat of his bottom lip. he opened wider to allow you access into his mouth, and you grinned. it was messy-- spit dribbled down both of your faces, and your fingers had found themselves at jason's scalp-- pulling, tugging, willing him as close to you as he could get. the sounds of your breathing, laboured, shallow-- coupled with the wet noises coming from your kissing was obscene, and it echoed within the tiny bathroom of yours.
you began to suck on jason's tongue, and another pretty noise fell from his throat. using his hips, he shoved you backwards and onto the edge of the counter-top-- your ass digging into it's end. you whined, once you understood what he doing; jason used one of his knees to separate your legs, before he shoved his thigh right between your own.
the heat of your cunt, even through your jeans, was embarrassing. having jason's leg pushed up against your pussy, barely moving, barely giving you what you wanted-- he broke the kiss, voice raw and lips plump. "'s this okay?" he asked.
to his surprise, you laughed. "if it wasn't, i would have slapped you like.. five minutes ago,"
the man shrugged, bringing one of his hands to the side of your cheek-- his thumb idly playing with your bottom lip. "i was just making sure," he swallowed, "i didn't know if you wanted this."
"i mean," you started, eyes locking on the way his thumb lingered near the entrance of your mouth, "i would have preferred it if it didn't happen because you were stabbed."
jason nodded, corners of his mouth lifting upwards in the ghost of a smile, although there was little humor in his voice as he spoke, "me too."
"yeah?" you asked, voice teasing.
jason's voice was not teasing. "yeah."
something in your gut swirled, and you couldn't help but grind your hips-- your aching cunt-- down onto jason's thigh. he hummed, content at your action, finally shoving his thumb past your lips and into your mouth. he felt your tongue swirl around the pad of his thumb, lazily sucking as if you just needed something inside of your mouth.
when he spoke again, jason's voice had gone impossibly low. "i've always thought you were so gorgeous," jason began, "always thought you were way too pretty and too smart to be running a cute lil' shop like this, in this fuckin' city,"
without much thought, you nodded at his words-- the feeling of the seam of your jeans rubbing against his flexed thigh and knee, and onto your clit, far too intoxicating.
"i've been wanting to ask you out for forever, but every-time, i chickened out," he confessed, pushing his thumb deeper into your mouth, "that's it baby, grind that pussy onto my leg-- jus' like that,"
the sweetness of his confession combined with the filth of his praise made you moan around his digit-- hips quickening along his leg.
"i've thought about taking you out, maybe to see a nice lil' movie. maybe then-- oh, i know, feel's good, huh?-- maybe then we'd get dinner, there's a real nice place near china town i think you'd like,"
jason's words were becoming mush within your mind; nonetheless, they spurred you on, your clit pulsing and pussy sopping beneath the fabric of your ruined jeans and panties.
"then," he started, leaning forward to pepper kisses along your jaw, leading all the way to the shell of your ear, "then i'd take you home, and i'd make love to you so good, you'd never be able to fuck anyone else."
you moaned whorishly at his words, spit dribbling down your chin as his thigh brushed against your cunt again and again and again-- pleasure becoming all-consuming, and lust fogging every rational thought in your mind. "jason," you gasped out, words muffled by the man's thumb still in your mouth, "please." you begged.
"please what, sweetheart?" he questioned, pulling his finger from your mouth to let you speak, "tell me what you want."
all that consumed your mind was jason-- so that's exactly what you said. "you," you exasperated, fingers digging into his shoulders, "please i need you."
"mm," the sound of jason humming vibrated against your skin, his lips searing marks down your throat all the way to your collarbone. "keep begging, pretty girl. maybe then i'll give you what you want,"
grinding your cunt back and forth on his leg, your eyes welled up with tears of frustration; god, you needed him so badly. "jay," it fell from your lips in a gasp as jason began sucking harshly on your pulse-point, "please. please, anything you give me i- i'll take it, your fingers, your mouth, your dick--"
"m'giving you my thigh to grind on right now," you felt him smile against your skin, "isn't that enough?"
"more," you practically sobbed, other incoherent words flying from your throat at an embarrassing rate. back and forth and back again, humping jason's leg like a dog in heat. "please, jason."
pulling off of your neck with a pop, jason's lips glistened with saliva; the way he ran his tongue against the plump fat of his bottom lip, you'd think he was still able to taste you. "alright," he conceded finally, hooking two fingers into the waistband of your jeans to shrug them down your hips. when they had fallen to the floor, the man wasted no time in holding you tightly by the waist and propping you up onto the counter-top. the granite was cold against your bare bottom; you shivered.
before you could question what he was going to do next, jason sunk to his knees. it was tender, the way he studied the ruined fabric of your panties-- now on display right in front of his face. soft irises flicked upwards to meet yours, and your cunt throbbed with need. "please." jason paid your final plea no mind, lips connected to the plush of your thighs with a mission.
he kissed and he sucked and his bit-- teeth sinking into your leg just enough to make you moan, but not enough to hurt. darting his tongue outwards to soothe the blooming mark along your skin, he'd brush forward-- closer to your pussy-- to leave another violent hickey.
you began to squirm on the counter-top; hips involuntarily bucking towards jason's face-- seeking out any pleasure you could find. it was pathetic-- and if you hadn't been so drunk on fore-play, perhaps you would have cared about being so desperate in front of the man you liked. but the way your pussy was leaking down onto the granite, and the way your nipples had stiffened despite no attention being allotted to either of them-- you didn't give a fuck.
"patience," jason murmured, sucking deeply on your left thigh.
"i don't have much of it left."
at your snarky remark, jason's teeth bit into you-- the tiniest bit harder than his previous nips. you yelped, and he smiled against your skin.
opening your mouth to say something-- maybe beg, maybe cry, maybe snap-- jason cut you off when he reached two large hands forwards to grasp the edges of your panties. you face scrunched up, as if to say why not just pull them to the side? before a loud rip bounced off the walls of your bathroom.
within jason's hands-- the remains of your panties looked measley and useless; torn into two, jason tossed them onto the floor haphazardly.
"hey!" you gasped.
jason shrugged. "what? did you want me to keep them on you? not give you what you want?"
your face flushed, heat crawling up your neck. "well no,"
"exactly." jason leaned forward, lips pursing, and blew a cold gust of air onto your clit.
you couldn't fight the loud whine that escaped you at his actions, and jason's laugh rumbled deeply; his eyes danced upwards to your face again, and he made no effort to break the eye-contact as he pressed his mouth to your cunt.
the man licked a long stripe, flattening his tongue along your folds, slowly from your hole to your clit. you moaned, back arching away from the counter. 'jason!" you cried, fists clenching at the edge of the counter-top as he repeated his actions at a faster pace.
he moaned in response, reveling in the taste of you on his tongue, before his lips latched onto your clit. he sucked and sucked and sucked-- the sensation maddening. "i know," he cooed against your pussy, "you taste as good as you feel, baby,"
his tongue was unrelenting against your cunt-- jason lapping at your slick like a starved man. when he tilted his head downwards to lick and prod at your entrance-- the bridge of his nose brushed against your clit, and your hips stuttered along his face. "oh, jay," you moaned, body running hot at his actions.
jason's hands left your hips momentarily, reaching closer to your thighs-- only to hike them along his shoulders and back, inadvertently driving your cunt closer to his face. at the newfound angle, you both moaned in sync.
"god--" your breath hitched, "deeper, jason, c'mon,"
jason wasted no time in listening to your orders-- sticking his tongue past your sopping hole to tongue-fuck you with vigor. in and out and in again, his tongue practically curled and massaged your insides.
the man only pulled back for a second, to spit onto your aching cunt, before diving right back in. his tongue flattened against your folds again, his hands finding your hips. "this feel good, baby?" he asked.
you nodded, sweat beading at your temple.
jason's movements ceased, though his tongue remained connected to your pussy. "then fuck yourself on my tongue-- make yourself feel good, sweetheart,"
jason did not have to tell you twice-- your hips immediately began rocking along the man's appendage, the friction causing your lower stomach to coil with pressure.
you were, shamefully, lifting yourself off of the counter to grind against the vigilante's face now-- your own contorted and washed over by a myriad of pleasure and ecstasy. "jay," you moaned loudly, "please, i wanna cum,"
at your confession, jason's movements restarted again-- this time, with a renewed sense of purpose. he moaned into your cunt, vibrations only adding to the ever-growing sensation of your orgasm within your lower belly. "yeah?" he asked, voice muffled by your pussy.
"m-mhm!"
two of jason's fingers poked at your hole as his mouth re-attached to your clit-- and sunk in with ease. "shit, baby," he peeled himself off of you to mumble, "so fuckin' soaked for me-- this pussy's squeezing my fingers so good,"
you nodded, before your head lolled backwards as jason began sucking on your clit, his fingers curling and uncurling against your g-spot rapidly. there was no rhythm, no pattern; just jason chasing your orgasm as if it was his own.
the sound of your pussy squelching around his fingers was nothing short of obscene; your bathroom mirror was fogging up, and you hips tilted to meet the thrusts of jason's hand within you. greenish-grey irises blinked upwards to meet your own, and the intimacy your eye-contact sent you over the edge.
"jason," you gasped, jaw going slack, "m'cumming,"
jason smiled against your pussy, tongue and fingers working in tandem to keep you riding the high of your orgasm-- even as it dripped down his wrist and his chin.
your cunt pulsed and throbbed and squeezed like there was no tomorrow-- hips stuttering and shaking along jason's face, legs wrapping around his head in an effort to shut.
"i know," he praised, voice warm and low, dripping with arousal, as he continued to drag out your orgasm. "bet you feel so good, this wet fuckin' pussy painting my face," he whispered, delivering a final lick to your cunt, looong and slow, before he pulled away. "don't you, pretty?"
you nodded, chest heaving greatly. the aftershocks of your orgasm rocked your core, sending shivers from the tip of your spine all the way to your toes.
you couldn't remember the last time a man made you cum that hard. you can't remember the last time you made yourself cum that hard.
"well," he said, standing, "imagine how good my dick will feel."
you whined softly, bracing your hands along jason's chest when he finally stood in-between your legs. leaning forward, you connected your lips. the taste of your cunt on his lips was intoxicating.
lazily, jason kissed you back-- your tongues hadn't hesitated to be stuck down each other's throats, and your nails dragged down jason's torso. only when your fingertips met the bandages you had put on his wound earlier, did you stop.
"oh," you said lightly, "maybe we shouldn't; i don't want you to get even more hurt--"
jason cut you off with a roll of his eyes, his lips dancing across the bottom half of your face with ease. "baby," he mumbled between kisses, "a little cut won't stop me from makin' you feel good,"
"a little cut?" you laughed, slightly in shock. "you were stabbed."
"and? i'm a grown man, i can handle it."
his palms found your waist again, picking you up only to lower you onto the floor. when your feet met the tiles of the bathroom, he spun you around so you were facing the mirror. "don't come crawlin' back to me when your stitches are fucked, then, 'cause i won't redo them."
jason chuckled against your neck, his breath warm as you heard his belt buckle come un-done. "liar," he whispered. something flipped within your core. "we both know that if it'll end with me paying this," he reached a hand forward and around, to give your bare cunt several taps, "pretty pussy any attention, you won't say shit."
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you hated that he was right. especially now knowing he could give you an orgasm that made you see god.
you rolled your eyes, your silence saying everything you couldn't. jason laughed again, before reaching into his boxers to pull out his throbbing cock.
"you made me so hard," he whispered along the shell of your ear. "see?"
his question, though, was not meant for you to literally see-- no, at his words, jason pressed his aching dick to your cunt, grinding his length along your folds at an infuriatingly slow pace.
you moaned. couldn't help it-- not at the sensation of every vein, every ridge, every bump along his cock skating over your pussy. "yeah," you nodded, bottom lip getting caught in between your teeth, "put it in me."
jason stilled for a moment at your words, before one of his hands flew from you hip and to the back of your neck-- pressing you firmly onto the counter-top. your torso was flush to the granite, and jason successfully had you bent. "i thought we established that you could beg better than that," his voice was low. serious. "with some manners."
shame flooded your system-- but the sensation of your pussy practically drooling onto jason's cock was far too enamouring for you to ignore. "please," you exhaled, "please, baby, put your cock in me-- i need it so badly,"
"that's better," jason hummed, beginning to grind his tip against your clit again. the sound of a low moan from the back of his throat fell onto your ears, and instinctively, you arched backwards and into the man.
"jay, please," you sobbed. jason's hand had travelled from the back of your neck to your head-- keeping you pressed securely to the counter-top. your irises met his, and your entire body tingled with need.
"please what? say what you want." he mocked, hips slowing as he continued to grind against your weeping pussy.
"please--!" you were growing desperate beyond coherent words. "please, jason, please just fuck me."
in the mirror, you watched jason grin. his cheeks dimpled and your stomach flipped. "atta girl," he lined himself up with your hole with ease, before slooowly pressing into you.
you both moaned as his cock began to fill you out-- inch by inch, the further he moved within your pussy, the more you both became drunk on one another.
your jaw had gone slack against the counter, cheek pressed to the cool surface by jason's sturdy hand as he finally bottomed out inside of you. his balls gently rocked against your clit, and he held you there-- unmoving, save for the occasional twitch of his cock.
"holy shit," he breathed out your name heavily, voice coated in a seductive euphoria. "you feel-- god, you feel like you were made for me,"
you whined at his words, arousal dripping onto his length crudely as the visceral need for jason to move enveloped you. "mhm," you hummed dumbly, "made for this fat fuckin' cock,"
the man moaned at your words, hips finally beginning to pace against your ass. it was steady, after a few thrusts-- his cock stretching your pussy out.
"yes," you cried, hands bracing the edge of the counter-top as his tip began to abuse your g-spot. "feels s'good, jay,"
"oh, i know, princess," he gasped, each plap, plap, plap! of his hips meeting your ass becoming more obscene than the last. your cunt pulsed as it surrounded his cock, sucking him in-- holding him, keeping you both impossibly close.
jason grunted and moaned loudly, in tandem with your cries of pleasure, and it spurred you on. without thinking, you began to back yourself up onto him-- meeting each thrust with a bounce of your ass on his cock.
to your surprise, jason's hand snaked its way between your throat and the counter, choking gently, before he yanked you upwards. his thrusts didn't stop-- in fact, his pace only quickened, cock moving in and out and in again at a brutal pace. "no," he said sharply, forcing your jaw upwards to make you look at him through the mirror's reflection, "let me do it. let me fuck you how i want, how you deserve to be fucked,"
your pussy was dripping-- soaking jason's cock as you observed in the mirror (through clouded, tear filled eyes), as he fucked you.
"see?" he questioned, grasp tightening ever so slightly around your throat, "such a good girl when you let me fuck you like this-- when you watch yourself take this cock,"
"yes, jay," you moaned, hands still gripping the counter. every single syllable that fell from his mouth went straight to your pussy, which fluttered whorishly around jason's dick as if it was the only thing it needed.
you had said other things, too; you babbled mindlessly as his dick drove in and out of you, punishing your aching and needy pussy. your feet kicked upwards as jason pushed your hips along the counter's edge, the weight of his hips slamming into your ass keeping you folded.
"haah," he moaned, grinding his cock impossibly deeper into your cunt. "shoulda done this sooner," he said, "shoulda stuffed this pretty little pussy so deep such a long time ago, i've been needin' it so bad,"
his words went straight to your cunt, and it squelched loudly around him in response. wordlessly, you were begging for more.
"oh, what's that? you been-- shiit-- needing it too, sweet girl?" he questioned, cock pistoning your pussy passionately.
"yes--! yes, yesyesyes, i needed this so badly," you agree, far too cock-drunk on the man to say anything else. your toes and fingertips tingled, pleasure bleeding into every sensation you had.
"now you've got it, s'okay, i'll take-- fuck-- i'll take care of you," jason tried his best, really, to keep his sentences together-- but the way your cunt was strangling his cock was starting to get the better of him.
his thrusts grew erratic-- out of time, sloppy-- as he bit down onto your shoulder, eyes still on yours in the mirror.
"i'm goin' to cum," you announced, his teeth sinking into your body only spurring on your second orgasm of the night. "i-- oh god, jason, i'm not going to be able to hold it--"
"then don't," he breathed out, his hand leaving your throat to travel to your clothed chest. despite the fabric of your shirt, jason still groped and molded your tits; he moaned into your neck, giving your right breast a hearty squeeze. "cum all over this fuckin' cock, baby,"
at his words, you obeyed. the corners of your vision went spotty as you head tilted backwards onto jason's shoulder-- your orgasm causing your entire body to twitch. your legs vibrated, and cunt spasmed along jason's dick-- to which you felt him throb inside of you in response.
"c-can i fill you up? inside?" he asked suddenly, thrusts impossibly random as he chased his own orgasm.
you were nodding your head before you could even think about it-- your pussy still beating intensely at his actions, clit pulsating and dripping with need. "holy shit-- yeah, jay, cum inside me,"
jason groaned again-- teeth biting into your shoulder and remaining there as he started to cum. hot, thick ropes, spurting into your pussy-- being stuffed deeper and deeper and deeper with every half-thrust that followed. the moans of the man seeped into your skin, jason drooling all over your body as he continued to pump himself deep inside of your womb.
the sensation of his cock inside you quickly became overstimulating-- but there wasn't anything you could do except moan as jason continued to fuck into you. "jay--!"
"fuck-- i know, sweet girl, i just-- haah-- just let me milk every last drop," and you were certain, as well, that jason was becoming overwhelmed in your pussy as well; hisses followed his moans now, and only when hot tears streamed down your cheeks, did jason pull out. you fell forward and onto the counter-top, the cold surface a harsh contrast to the heat that radiated off of both of your bodies in waves.
jason's body bent in half as he copied you-- except his chest was flush to your back. sweat dripped from his hairline and temple, and you felt a sloppy, warm kiss being pressed to the nape of your neck.
"mm," he hummed, eyes fluttering shut.
you mirrored him, the fluorescent lighting of your bookstore’s bathroom suddenly far too harsh against everything you were feeling. “jason?”
he grunted in response, the sound low and amused at the croak in your voice.
“if you liked me, you could’ve just said so,” you muttered. “no need to get yourself stabbed over it.”
his laughter vibrated softly against your skin. “you think I got stabbed because I couldn’t figure out how to confess to you?”
“the last book you bought from me was Romeo and Juliet,” you reminded him.
that earned a louder laugh, though he offered no defense. the sound was warm, almost boyish — and for a moment, it made you forget the blood still drying on his ribs; made you forget that his cum was seeping out of you.
“hey,” he murmured after a pause, “at least I didn’t die for it. been there, done that. wouldn’t recommend.”
you frowned, half-confused, half-concerned — but before you could ask, he leaned in, the smell of gunpowder and cologne and something entirely him pressing close.
“Thus with a kiss…” he whispered against your forehead, his lips ghosting over your skin, “I will not die again.”
for a heartbeat, neither of you moved. the line hung between you — tragic words rewritten into something fragile and defiant, something that belonged to him. to you.
and as his breath lingered against your temple, you realized there was far more to jason todd than the man who haunted your bookstore shelves. there was a story still being written — and somehow, you’d just found yourself in the middle of it.
PLUVOiA 25’ ® - masterlist
loren's thots: heyyy... how yall doing......... lmfao sorry this took a minute the universe threw an evil evil situationship at me w a man whos 6 ( S I X !!) whole yrs older than me.... god i love older men...... anyways its been consuming my mind and uh anything to do w sex has made me terribly emotional as a result but I POWERED THRU for yall i hope u like it.. n ya ik it wasnt the next one planned for kinktober no i didnt skip the eve and kyle pieces i js wanted to write for someone that i think yall would eat upppp so.. i love u all and omg freakin talk to me? omg cobwebs in my inbox damnnnn....
Can we get more of the situationship!Jason text. Maybe something like him getting jealous that someone else is texting them so they tell him to man up and ask them out. Idk I’m dumb.
Btw love ur work!
just finished thiisss posted here .ᐟ sorry for the wait i took a break on smaus 💔
꒰꒰﹒﹒𝓙EALOUS 𝑻EXTS W SITUATIONSHIP!JASON TODD. ꔠ﹐𝒩AVYHAZE ∿ ⸝⸝ all rights reserved. ୧ ⚟
part two(ish) to this. jason’s kinda a dick in this, but it’s justified. i don’t like how this turned out but it’s been in my drafts for too long. requested.
in which, DICK GRAYSON has got a new-found ego; so of course, you decide to fuck it out of him.
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includes: dick grayson x best-friend!reader, fem!reader, mature content (17+), kissing, making out, groping, vibrator usage (m. receiving), bondage, gag, dirty-talk (like lots), pegging, hand-job, brief cum-eating, spanking, sub!dick grayson, dom!reader, degradation & praise (m. receiving), lowk jealous!reader, dick is a lil shit and knows what hes doing lmfao, 6.3k words.
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kinktober masterlist.
THE LONGER dick grayson spoke, the less it sounded like simple conversation. with every word, every sly curve of his mouth, every flash of that ridiculous dimple in his cheek, it stopped feeling like banter and started sounding like a challenge.
the air within dick's apartment was thick with anticipation, sweat beading at your temple as your lips curved playfully along the rim of your wine glass. across from you on the couch, he mirrored your lax position-- tipping his head backwards to rest against your assortment of plush pillows and throw blankets as the alcohol trickled down his throat. "i feel like i should be offended," dick started, cheeks flushed ever so slightly. "my best friend doesn't think i got asked out by multiple people last night for casual sex?"
you smirked into your glass, the red liquid spraying across your face ever so slightly. "i didn't say that!" you countered. "i just said that it's hard to imagine that many people... being that bold, s'all-- and asking you, no less, for sex... bludhaven is just a change from gotham."
"they were intoxicated," your best friend chirped, resting his wine glass on the coffee desk in front of you, "which just further proves my point that i'm a fuckin' smoke-show, hon-- they needed shots of confidence to approach me." dick swallowed another sip of wine quickly, raising one of his index fingers. "and bludhaven is a welcome fuckin' change from that shit-hole, i'll tell you that much,"
you cringed, eyebrows knitting and scowl forming playfully on your face. "never say that people are scared to approach you for your... company, again." your lips pursed, "it's a sin to lie, y'know,"
dick shrugged, t-shirt straining against the newfound curl of his biceps. "it's not sinning if it's true. can't you just accept that i'm hot, and funny, and good at sex?"
the arch of your brow made dick's chest heave lightly with laughter. "very presumptuous on that last one, richard." your free hand found the seam of his couch, tracing the fabric idly. "go around shouting from the roof-tops that people want to have sex with you-- see how fast all your little lap-dogs will disappear then." you had tried, really tried, to keep the sharp and ugly bitterness you felt caged away between your heart and throat; but, even with your months (at this point) of practice, you could not stop the acidity in your words from leaking into the atmosphere.
dick didn't comment on your... lack of an argument regarding his first two-statements. there was no point in trying to deny the truth that was infuriatingly dick grayson-- charismatic, fine as fuck, and crushingly annoying. the ultimate trifecta that was your best friend.
hot air wafted through-out dick's apartment despite the crisp october air of bludhaven biting at the edges of the building's windows. "i kidd," dick argued weakly, raising his hands in defense. the flash of pink that was his tongue darted across the expanse of his lower lip, and he reached forward again-- almost desperately-- for his wine glass. after an extensive sip, dick sighed. "seriously though," his blue irises bore into the dark liquid of his glass, refusing to meet your own, "can't you just be happy for me? i'm finally, i dunno, getting to do my own shit without the old man breathing down my neck."
your shoulders hunched at the mention of bruce.
ever since the passing of dick's younger brother, things had gotten nasty between the boy and his father. so much so-- dick drove himself out to bludhaven to shove it up bruce's ass (along with other things, you assumed; dick was always so serious when it came to certain personal ordeals); leaving you, his long-running best-friend abandoned back in gotham.
things had been easy enough. rent was cheap and your job for the gotham times was simple. safe. as much as you had hated to see dick go-- you couldn't argue that gotham had become a terrible memory with grief so thick, it threatened to spill into every other crevice of dick's life had he chosen to stay. so you could sacrifice a hundred bucks here and there to drive out to see your best friend, so long as it meant dick was happy again.
what you hadn't anticipated, though, was in dick's search for elation, he would stumble across the world of flings. of course-- this had been a naive assumption on your part. dick was good looking and charming; of course the population of bludhaven would be drooling over your best friend.
the acceptance of this fact though didn't make it sting any less. especially since you were not, and had never been, entitled to dick in that way, ever. no matter how much you yearned for this entitlement to warp its way into your reality. every morning he called you casually, calling you pet-names so sweet it made your heart ache, something bloomed within your ribs; scorching, euphoric. only, however, to be shot down as you squinted at your screen-- counting one, two, three-- hickies littered across his neck and collarbone. trails of red spanning down his back, marking him as someone else's and not yours. it was a terrible situation that you had learned to swallow painfully; because, what was it you said again--? oh right.
you just wanted dick to be happy again.
(but why had it come at the expense of yours?)
"i am happy for you." you answered shortly (after a split second of hesitation).
dick's head tilted incredulously at you. "really? 'cause it just sounds like you liked it better when i was locked up in that prison of a mansion, and when you got all my attention."
heat begun to radiate from your face as you felt your cheeks flush at his comment. "no, dick, of course not--"
dick cut you off. "it's almost like you're jealous, or somethin',"
there was no point in fighting off the scoff that fell from your lips at dick's comment. "wow," you say, lips against your wine glass again, "you move away and suddenly get it in your head that everyone wants to sleep with you. remind me to buy a gun to murder this ego you suddenly have,"
"ego? no-- i don't have an ego," dick's arms crossed over his chest. "i'm just sayin' that now that other people are into me, you might be wonderin' what you're missing."
something sparked to life embarrassingly quickly within your core. "what i'm missing?" you shook your head, resting your wine glass on your coffee table. "that means i'd have to care about those 'other people' in the first place."
"don't you?" he asked.
"no," you lied through your teeth, eyelashes batting furiously against the swell of your cheek. it was too easy, too quick, too rehearsed-- and dick knew you; he'd be able to spot it for what it was immediately.
dick leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees, chin resting in his big palms. "sure doesn't sound like it, sweetheart," dick studied you intensely. his eyes travelled from the tips of your toes to the barely flushed shell of your ears; he was studying you, as if you were a test to be aced, or a puzzle to be cracked. the stale air of this stupid ass bludhaven apartment, once light and playful, had morphed into something heavier. adult.
your bottom lip got caught between your teeth. there was so much you wanted to say-- but every retort, every smart-ass comment died in your throat as your eyes connected. you swallowed deeply. "you think you have me all figured out," you spoke quietly.
"i know you." dick said simply, just as hushed.
"do you?" you asked, unable to stop yourself. "because you must not know me well enough if you think i'm just going to submit to this weird ass validation complex this city has given you."
the man in front of you breathed deeply, inhaling and exhaling with purpose. as if the air was thinning in the room, as if he was trying to pretend it wasn't. "is that what this is all really about?" his eyebrows lifted softly, and grin faded into something earnest-- though his confidence was unwavering.
fuck. you hated him. hated him for making it look easy; like he was born with the confidence of a god.
(you were so in love with him it burned.)
and maybe he saw it; saw the hesitation, saw the crack-- saw the devotion-- because his voice lowered impossibly, and the dimple in his right cheek popped. "baby," he started, licking his lips, "you like calling me out, but you're the one blushin' on my couch. what am i supposed to do with that, love? walk away like you're not obsessed with me?"
"you piss me the fuck off," you said suddenly, cheeks on fire now. heat and tension and lust crawled up your neck urgently, prickling at your fingertips and clawing at your throat. "ever since i've gotten here, you've been so goddamn full of yourself, dick."
"woah," dick said, chuckling faintly at your outburst, "easy, princess. i was just telling you about--"
"all the people you fuck? how good you are at it?" you questioned, standing from your spot on your couch to approach dick. "i know." you didn't care that you cut him off-- in fact, you reveled in that fact, as you stood in front of dick now; arms crossed against your chest and your heart beating. "i think you've got a massive fucking ego,"
"oh, he's massive alright--"
your hand caught his jaw before he could finish, fingers pressing lightly against the hinge. “shut the fuck up.”
something in him shifted; behind that cocky grin, something desperate flickered.
you held his gaze, heart hammering in your chest. “and this ego of yours?” your voice dropped. “it needs to be shot down immediately.”
dick blinked up at you, blue irises clouding with something darker—something you’d never seen before.
“somebody needs to remind you that you’re not god’s greatest gift to bludhaven,” you murmured, leaning closer until his breath mingled with yours.
"yeah?" dick finally spoke, eyes darting to the plump fat of your lips.
you mirrored your best friend, watching the saliva on his bottom lip glisten underneath the lighting of dick's living room. "yeah."
you would not give dick what he wanted. not yet.
"here's what you're going to do," you spoke, pressing your mouth to dick's jaw; the vibration of your voice against his skin intoxicating, and causing him to inhale sharply. "you're going to take me to your bedroom, and then you're going to take all of your clothes off. you will sit on your bed like a good boy, and you'll wait until i tell you what i want you to do next." kisses, sloppy and open-mouthed and so infuriatingly light against his throat, littered dick's skin; he shuddered softly as he absorbed your instructions.
"just sit there?" he questioned (no, he whined). "i can do so much more than that-- surely you've been paying at least an ounce of attention to what i've been saying all night--"
cut short, one of your hands came upwards to tug on a fistful of dick's hair-- to which he yelped, and immediately quieted. "i have," you whispered along the curve of his adam's apple, "but i think it's your turn to listen to me."
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dick talked a big game, sure-- but at least the myriad of toys he had scattered all across his bedroom backed him up. vibrators, handcuffs, a dildo so crudely long you had no other reaction but to laugh upon finding it.
"you fuck yourself with this thing, grayson?" you asked, cocking your head to the side as you let the thing dangle from your hands. it glistened obscenely in the ambient lighting from dick's bed-side table lamp, and you watched your best friend turn a bright shade of red.
despite this, there was no answer from dick-- but of course, you hadn't really been expecting one; not when he had a pretty little gag tied across the lower half of his face, muffling anything he potentially could've said. dick whined, laying bare in front of you on his mattress-- not even adorning a pair of boxers to keep him dignified.
his cock was hard-- half from anticipation, and half from the way you had slammed your mouth onto his once you had entered his bedroom and seen-- to your surprise-- that dick had actually listened to you. the tip flushed angrily, beads of pre-cum threatening to spill onto the length of him and onto his lower stomach.
it had been messy and desperate and filthy; the way your lips slammed onto his, and the way your tongues glided across each other's with an ease so liquid it almost seemed practiced. dick groaned against your lips, vibrations shooting a shock up your spine-- and your palms had met his toned chest to shove him onto the bed. they didn't remain there, though: your fingers raked up dick's shoulders and neck, tangling themselves finally within the dark locks of dick's hair. the boy was no less handsy, too; big hands groped at your waist and hips and ass, squeezing and molding the flesh to his palms as if you belonged to him.
"you're so beautiful," dick had slurred against your lips, spit spilling from the corners of his own and down his chin. although his comment had seemed earnest (and dick had meant what he said), you saw right through him.
you scoffed, eyes rolling ever so slightly. "save it, dick. a compliment or two won't get you out of this."
"but it'll get you wet, right?"
that's when you had decided to rifle through dick's belongings, stumbling across his vast collection of sex-toys. surrendering easily, you tied dick's wrists together and to the frame of his bed with a ribbon-- only then deciding to acknowledge his crude comment. "i wouldn't be talking, pretty boy; look at how hard you are from jus' a few kisses,"
dick shrugged, tossing you one of his signature smiles. his dimple popped, and you wanted to scream. "that's not a no."
you had gone back to dick's sex toys, before pulling out a small, silver vibrator. pressing a tiny button on its side, it whirled to life-- the sound of it echoing throughout dick's bedroom.
before your best friend could blink-- and with some craftsmanship you were sure to be proud of-- you had managed to secure it to dick's cock; he swallowed, before laughing softly. "are- are you sure you wanna do that, pretty? 'cause i'll just be returning the favor later, n' i don't know if you'll be able to handle it--"
you cut him off with a simple finger tapping the on switch on the vibe-- and you watched it drill deliciously into dick's throbbing cock. dick inhaled sharply, his chest immediately heaving and his hips thrashing against the new-found sensation.
"h-holy shit, babe!" dick gasped, face contorting as pleasure shot up his spine and consumed every fibre of his mind. "that's a- alot, all at once, holy fuck," he groaned.
you had smiled, teeth baring innocently at dick. "we're just getting started, hon," you gleamed, watching dick's fists clench and unclench above his head. proud of yourself, you went back to digging within the contents of dick's collection.
and god curse dick grayson's stubbornness-- because despite the vibrator rocking his core taut with ecstacy, he still decided to pester you. "i-- fuuck-- i'll be able to get out of these pretty little ribbons, baby," dick stuttered, head leaning back against his bedframe, "and then you'll see, h-how much meaner i can be than this,"
an eyebrow of yours cocked upwards at the sheer boldness dick seemed to be using with you; certainly, he was not accepting of the fact that he had not had the upper-hand. "meaner?" you questioned, still busied with rifling through his belongings.
"mhmm," dick hummed, turning a drone-out moan into a response. "i'll show you jus' how good i can fuck-- replicate just how good i fucked all those people already,"
finally turning away from dick's toys, your eyes narrowed at him. the mention of dick's past flings and affections for the umpteenth time that night had set something aflame within your chest, your eye twitching. "i need something to shut you up," you mumbled to yourself, now in search of another ribbon.
"why?" dick asked, though his tone gave away that he knew damn well the reason. "d-don't you want to listen to me tell you how much all of these chicks loved my cock?"
you, not deciding to fight against your filter, snapped your head towards dick. "no, dick, i actually don't love hearing about how much of a slut you are,"
"funny. i-- haah-- always thought you loved my stories." he tried, hips twitching as the vibrator still insistently buzzed against the tip of his cock-- fat drops of pre-cum coating his length and dripping onto dick's bedsheets.
eventually, another red ribbon had made itself known and you went to face your best friend again. unravelling it in your hands, you stood wordlessly.
after a few moments of silence, save for the hum of the vibrator and dick's occasional moans or gasps, dick spoke again. "would it be better if i told you how much of a slut i'll be for you?"
your irises shot upwards-- and you watched dick blink at you through his lashes, thick and dark. the glaze of sweat along his face made him glow underneath the lighting of his lamp, and his lips were parted ever so slightly-- allowing for soft whines and groans to escape easily. there was something in his tone, something in his face, something in the fact that dick had let you tie him up with little to no argument that told you that he wasn't lying; but you shoved those thoughts down, approaching him swiftly, to tie the ribbon against his face.
with a few simple tugs and twists and ties, dick was rendered speechless-- the only sounds that could have possibly been emanated from him being the only ones you wanted to hear: his moans and his gasps and his whines and his whimpers.
you held his face in your hands, something aching deeply within your chest. his eyes rolled back into his skull as the vibrator twitched rapidly along his cock, yet you made no move to create distance between you and your best friend. his moans, while muffled, were so gorgeous. against your better judgement, you used your fingers to shove his chin upwards-- giving you access to the bare skin of his throat. attaching your lips to his adam's apple, you began to suck.
dick's legs thrashed softly against his mattress, and an array of sounds spilled past the gag.
pulling backwards once you were sure a pretty little bruise would flourish against his neck, you swallowed deeply. "actions speak louder than words, dick."
and so moments later, there you were-- watching your best friend writhe and squirm as a vibrator punished his cock (not enough stimulation to provide the man release, but just enough to keep him on the edge), as you fiddled with what was by far, your favorite discovery yet.
"you fuck yourself with this thing, grayson?"
dick didn't answer with words, only a short flurry of unintelligible noises through the gag; his eyes were clouded over with lust and tears-- and his cock was so hard, even you could admit that it probably hurt.
but you knew dick-- and the sounds, as crude and incomprehensive as they would've sounded to anyone else-- sounded like protest to you.
the nerve of this asshole, you thought to yourself, grinning at the dildo in your hands. even when he's compromised, he'll still find ways to argue with me.
"no?" you asked.
dick shook his head furiously, only to tip his chin in your direction. i use it on other people, was what he meant.
you cringed, tossing it onto the mattress beside dick haphazardly. "ew," you muttered, "i hope you've washed this."
the corners of dick's eyes folded softly, indicating a smile-- before another moan was ripped from his throat. following that, though, he nodded. of course i have.
you rolled your eyes, vision flickering downwards to dick's toy collection once again-- before it landed on a-- "you're full of shit, dick grayson," you grinned, reaching downwards to pull out a harness.
turning it over and examining the thing in your hands, you could see easily where the dildo attached-- you laughed again, looking towards dick.
even with half of his face obscured, you could see the embarrassment seeping into his expression. he made a sound-- something between a plea and a moan-- and it made your stomach flip.
it shouldn't have, if you were being honest. but the noise was low, raw-- too real. for the first time all night, you were certain this was a side of dick grayson in which he had shown nobody before. for as much of a slut as he was, you could tell-- this was far beyond the depths he had travelled previously; no other person had gotten dick grayson this pliable, even in the face of all his bravado; the way he blinked slowly at you, the curve of his thighs and the way his hips stuttered against the shock of stimulation that came from the vibrator-- dick was unraveling.
you let your gaze drag over him further-- his chest rising too fast, the faint tremor in his hands where the ribbon dug into alluring tan skin. dick's bedroom suddenly felt smaller, the air impossibly thick; the joke you'd been about to make, about to drag out further died behind your teeth.
"dick," you said quietly, his name like a prayer on your lips. no longer teasing, it was testing.
he tried to answer-- tried to save face, tried to grin beneath the ribbon along his mouth, but you were already moving closer; fingertips ghosting over his knee, you watched dick jolt underneath you.
the dildo on the mattress, along with the harness, waited. it was only a heart-beat in which neither of you breathed-- but it had felt like an eternity, a life-time of lies and walls being broken down only to be forced into truth-- and you reached for the zipper along your pants.
undressing for dick had felt like a show-- no matter how clouded his eyes were, foggy with desire and wild with euphoria-- they danced along your figure as you peeled off your shirt and pants, remaining in only your panties and bra.
dick shivered; both at the sensation of the vibrator still whirling insistently upon his cock and at the sight of you, practically bare for him.
"have you thought about this?" you questioned, words almost silent against your tongue.
you watched dick's adam's apple bob as he swallowed, sweat causing his hair to drape and cling along his forehead. he nodded, slowly, after a few beats of silence.
his answer caused you to shiver-- the cool rope of the harness rough against the plush skin of your now bare lower belly and thighs. slipping it on was easier than you had expected it to be-- and your voice lowered again. "thought about me fucking you?"
dick's pretty blue eyes lolled into the back of his head, and he nodded vigorously. it was almost laughable-- the eagerness in his actions, the desperation that radiated off of him in intense waves.
without much thought-- you reached forward to untie dick from his bed-frame, watching as his arms fell to his chest, free from the wooden furniture. an eyebrow of his quirked upwards, as his wrists still remained bound together.
"i want you on your stomach," you answered in response to his silent question.
dick flushed impossibly deeper, obliging only after half a second of hesitation. rolling with ease onto his belly, his cheeks rested against the fabric of his pillow-- face turned to examine you, ocean irises blinking at you in complete trust.
his confidence in you was nothing short of alluring; nothing short of erotic.
snaking a hand upwards from his newly exposed lower back, all the way to the nape of his neck, you untied the ribbon that had been cutting off dick's ability to talk. "wanna hear you," you murmured, breath hot against the shell of his ears. "and all the things you moan for me while i'm inside you,"
dick moaned softly-- both at your words and the sensation of the vibrator at his cock. he blinked hot tears of both over and under stimulation away, voice raw as he spoke, "you made fun of me," he starts, catching his breath ever so slightly, "but i'd like to hear you when m'fucking you,"
"we'll cross that bridge when we get there, grayson," you uttered, glancing downwards now at dick's lower body. tanned and toned legs glistening softly with sweat, and-- perhaps your favorite part of dick-- the swell of his ass. "i don't understand how you have a fatter ass than practically everyone we know," you thought-out-loud.
beneath you, and in between moans, dick laughed. "for the hoes."
you rolled your eyes, rubbing a palm against the plush of his ass before delivering a swift spank. the sound echoed throughout dick's bedroom, and the man yelped.
"hey!" he protested, though you observed as dick's body betrayed him-- with reddening skin, dick's hips rocked forwards and into the mattress-- his cock pressed between the sheets and his belly, the movement provided relief.
"don't lie," you whispered, bringing your palm down again on his bum, "i know you fuckin' like this,"
dick tried to protest-- but reeeally couldn't; not with the way the vibrator buzzed against him or the way your palm felt against his ass. all that came out when he tried to speak was an incoherent jumble of words, the tips of dick's ears flushed a violent shade of red.
adjusting the dildo that had been attached to you, you prodded the tip against dick's asshole, brows furrowed in concentration. the air within the room was sweltering now, the ceiling fan circulating stale wind now that exuded foreplay. "you're such a whore, baby," you grinned, leaning forward to pepper kisses along dick's shoulder blades. "humping your mattress like a dog, waiting for me to fuck you."
dick whined, and you swore he was beginning to arch up into you-- no longer seeking relief in the subtle act of grinding against his bedding. "please," he said. it was so quiet, you almost laughed.
"i didn't catch that," pressing forward, the tip of your strap-on poked at dick's hole-- teasing him with the possibility of penetration.
"please," he repeated, louder this time with need. "please, baby, please-- i know you wanna fuck me, alright?" he stuttered, fists clenching and unclenching against his chest from where his wrists were still bound. "jus' get on with it. you're teasing me, b-but i don't see you doing anythin--"
tired of his rambling, which was more just to agitate you than anything (you knew dick grayson all too well), you slowly began to press into him, effectively cutting your best friend off. dick stretched around you so well, and even though you were slowly beginning to regret taking the ribbon off of his mouth-- your thumbs drew calming circles into his lower back from where your hands sat on his hips. "you're talking like you want me to tie you up again,"
dick's eyes rolled into the back of his head upon the sensation of being filled-- the eroticism of it all only amplified by the fact that it was you who had rendered him like this. "no--" dick shuddered, arching up into you as best as he could, "please, jus' keep goin',"
after a few breaths of silence, your own hips had come flesh to his ass. dick's jaw hung slack, sweat shining crudely over the expanse of his built back. muscles underneath his skin twitched and went taunt, pleasure quickly encapsulating dick. "i know," you cooed, keeping your hips as still as you could, holding yourself deep inside your best friend, "i know it feels good, baby-- just breathe,"
and dick was breathing-- lowly, and deep breaths-- only to be cut off as a series of moans and whimpers fell from his lips, the vibrator pulsing rapidly and with no pattern against his cock. "oh-- god," he choked out, eyes screwing shut.
taking that as a cue to move, you slowly pulled your hips backwards-- only to press in deeper again. dick gasped-- and you smiled, eyes glued to the way the fat of his ass almost rippled underneath your movements. lifting a hand from dick's hip, you spanked him again.
slap!
dick's entire body jostled and twitched as your hand connected to his skin-- the slow building repetition of your movements causing the dildo to punish dick's g-spot.
"suuuch a fuckin' slut," you groaned, hips stuttering against dick's ass over and over and over again. "mocking and taunting me-- telling me how good you fucked all those other girls," you swallowed deeply, sweat beginning to bead down your face, "didn't think you'd get fucked this good by me, huh?"
"no- baby, shiit," dick's lips shone with saliva-- drool practically running down his chin, "i- i didn't,"
you grinned further, pressing your hips into his ass and grinding. the tip of your dildo squelched at dick's g-spot, and the boy let out a whorish moan. "that's right, slut," you panted, "you wanna talk like you can really fuck? that's fine," you hummed, bringing a hand down onto dick's ass again harshly, "you'll jus' have to deal with the consequences."
dick moaned loudly again-- uncaring of the fact that he lived in an apartment, and that his neighbours were most likely able to hear every noise dick was making. "baby," dick whined out through gritted teeth, hips rocking against his bedding again-- seeking friction against his aching cock. "i wanna cum,"
your hips didn't stop at his confession-- in fact, they only spurred on faster. the pace of your hips against dick's ass quickened, and one of your hands trailed forward into dick's hair-- forcing him to look at you.
his eyes were filled to the brim with tears, and his expression was so fucked out, it looked liked something taken straight from a porno. "d'you think you deserve to cum?"
dick whined for what was the millionth time that night-- blue irises tipping into the back of his head again as pleasure wracked his entire body.
you laughed, hips slowing. "at least you're aware," you mused, leaning forward to press your lips to dick's shoulder-- his skin salty as you stuck your tongue out and gave a lick to his body. "turn over again, on your back this time," you instructed, pulling the dildo out of dick's ass.
the boy wasted no time in hesitating-- despite his body still twitching and shaking with pleasure, he took little to no effort to turn onto his back. see the front side of your best friend-- seeing how hard he was for you, the way his abs flexed under your touch, how desperate he looked for you-- caused a dull ache in your cunt to whirl to life.
"good boy," you praised, your left palm immediately finding dick's right calf-- raising it to, and resting it upon your shoulder. pressing a kiss to dick's ankle, you used your free hand to untie the vibrator from dick's cock.
dick couldn't decide if he was relieved or devasted at the newfound lack of stimulation-- his cock throbbing needily under your touch. he gasped out your name-- breathless and fucked out-- glancing upwards at you with eyes so clouded over with arousal, he looked like he could've cum from practically anything.
"you want me in you again?" you questioned, voice dripping with false sweetness.
dick nodded, head bobbing as he swallowed thickly. "please, baby,"
at his pleas, you lined yourself up with dick's ass again-- pressing in faster, giving him less time to adjust to your size. dick's head tipped backwards against a pillow, and his groan was so hearty, it shook your soul.
thrusts starting again-- you raked your fingernails up and down dick's shin, concentrating on fucking him so deep, he'd see stars. "you feel so good," you cooed, despite the fact that you (obviously) couldn't feel him wrapped around you. it didn't matter to you though, especially upon watching dick's reaction to his words-- his hips rutting into the air hopelessly, back arching off of his bed.
with his cock now closer to your free hand upon his thrusts, you took it and immediately started to pump your palm up and down his length. his cock was sticky with pre-cum in your grip, and you felt it pulse within your hands as you gave a good twist, from base to the the top. swiping a thumb over top of his weeping tip, which was angry in its shade of pink, you continued to fuck into dick.
"ohh--! fuck, baby--! i- i can't--" dick's eyes blew open, face contorting as the feeling of your hand on his cock washed over him intensely.
"you said you wanted to cum," you breathed out. the dildo attached to you continued to plunge in and out and in again of dick-- the sound of skin slapping reverberating throughout dick's bedroom obscenely. "so you're going to cum."
"baby," he droned out, legs thrashing beneath you-- his hips snapping upwards to meet your pumps as best he could as you kept fucking him. "m'not gonna last," he warned, moaning and whimpering beneath you.
"then don't." you said shortly, eyebrows furrowing as your hand twisted and pumped methodically against his cock-- pre-cum sopping from his tip and leaking onto your fingers crudely. pulling back another hand from his hip, where it had been resting, you reached for his balls-- squeezing and molding the tender flesh in your grip, coaxing his orgasm out.
"oh fuck," dick gasped-- back completely off of the mattress now, his legs snapped as close to shut as they could-- bracing against your hips and keeping you impossibly close; keeping you fucking him as his orgasm approached.
"oh, shiiit, baby i--" before dick could even continue, hot and thick ropes of cum spurted onto your hand, your best friend's body shaking and twitching in ecstasy. his moans bellowed throughout the room and your hips remained unrelenting as you continued to pound him.
"that's right," you huffed, hand slick against his cock now, working him through his orgasm roughly. the plap, plap, plaps of skin still echoed throughout the room; your pace going erratic as if you were reaching your own peak within the boy as well. "cum all over my hand like a good boy,"
aftershocks ripped through dick brutally-- his hips twitching and wrists going red from the way he squirmed underneath the ribbon's constraints. looking up at you with fat tears rolling down his cheeks, the boy far too overstimulated now, spit trailed down his chin as he whined and begged and pleaded for mercy.
"baby," he sobbed, thighs tensing around your hips as your thrusts finally slowed, "i- i need a break," he struggled to speak, voice raw from his exclamations of euphoria.
coming to an almost still, you slooowly pulled the dildo out of dick's ass-- watching his body shudder as you discarded the strap-on. still feeling slightly cruel, you gave his cock a few jagged pumps, watching his face knot with overstimulation. "please--" he yelped, body writhing.
the sound of your laugh travelled from your lips and down to dick's ears-- before you pulled your hand away from his cock, licking his cum from your fingers as if it was the most natural thing in the world. with your other hand, you reached forward to pull the ribbon undone around your best friend's wrists-- paying it no mind as it fluttered somewhere within dick's sheets.
despite his heaving chest, dick blinked upwards at you slowly-- like he was taking his time with you, observing every detail across your face and saving to memory-- as if he had opened his eyes for the first time and was seeing something that he'd never seen before.
"i meant it when i said you're beautiful," he said bashfully after a few minutes of silence, using what little strength left he could muster to pull you gently down onto his chest. his skin was sticky with sweat against yours-- but you had never minded the closeness with dick, and would especially not refuse it now.
you flushed, pressing your face in the junction where dick's neck met his shoulder; "and i meant it when i said you had an ego that needed to be demolished immediately," you joked, as if joking would erase the fact that now-- you and him had crossed a line in which you could have never imagined you would have crossed. as if to erase the fact that you and dick grayson were not in love with each other, that truth blaringly obvious as you both ruminated in air dripping with sex.
"hah," dick laughed shortly, "well lucky for you i think i still have a pretty big ego,"
you rolled your eyes. "don't push it," a finger of yours jabbed into his ribs, and he playfully squirmed away from your touch. "or i'm going to think you're asking to get fucked again."
at dick's silence, you looked upwards at the boy's face. flushed a pretty shade of pink, one of his dark eyebrows quirked upwards ever so slightly, "if the shoe fits."
PLUVOiA 25’ ® - masterlist
loren's thots: 6.3k words of MIDDDD 😹😹😹😹😹😹 n e ways. gimme dick graysons ass asap
includes:: smau, boyfriend!bruce wayne, takes place while dick is young, allusions to slight age-gap (bruce - late twenties, reader - early twenties), slightly suggestive, bruce loooves you down.
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loren's thots:: first smau oh em gee! b4 yall come in my comments "erm acc bruce doesnt get drunk" well MINE DOES! n only cs he missed his wife alr damn.... god forbid a man participate in baddie baddie shot o'clock... also this totally subscribes to the headcanon that dick was nonverbal the first few months he was with bruce.
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main masterlist && kinktober masterlist.
i dressed up quite a lot since i’ve been going to a lot of halloween parties, so here’s the costumes i did
— mileena from mortal kombat
— matched w my situationship & did silent hill nurse && pyramid head (we did that like two days ago for frl hallo ,, and i got dicked down. HE WAS SO SEXU U GUYS DONT GET ITTT. also like whys this so popular this year lmaoaoa i thot we were being creative 💔)
— lastly i did a last minute party rock anthem (LMFAO) costume .. yk the one w the zebra print n .. yeah. honestly it was hot tho 🤷♀️
— i got stuff for a princess leia fit (the red one iykwim) but it hasn’t come in yet sooo we shall see what i do w that
WAITTTT ur cooking. I know what blog ur talking about I thinks. I wanna be special and be the kickstarter…what’s their lore? All backstory info and shit ykykyk
beesh i love u i’ll kiss u for being the kickstarter. muah
ok great first question ,, jason & reader met thru readers twin brother (im gonna call him apollo for the sake of clarity & avoiding repetition) when they were preteens. around 12-ish. when jason was hitting his robin era and he didn’t know the dangers of the world quite yet.
reader was always loud and too girly for jasons liking. she was the typa girl to flick a juice box at him and staple a hello kitty bandaid to his scraped knee. she was the tagalong, the annoying (barely) little sister that chimed in with the boys. and she stuck with him. he got used to her real quick, although he wouldn’t admit it ever.
they were a little trio before jason’s death.
and well, after the death, it was pretty messy for a while. but the twins always had each other so it was easier to push it all down.
until jason came back when he was 18, whilst the twins were in their senior year of high school. jason didn’t really know (or like) life before them, so it was a given that he’d come crawling back after the lazarus pit.
and then old feelings came bubbling up with it. now reader with her even more annoying personality struck him in a different light, and of course she noticed how well jason was newly filled out.
but yk. it’s complicated. so they can’t date. and so life continues how it did before the whole accident. (except now they see red hood stumbling into their bedroom windows at 9PM way too often.)
the whole friends with benefits thing doesn’t start til a while. after they’re used to each other being in their lives again. and even then, it’s still clumsy. their first moment of ‘maybe there’s something here’ was at a party reader dragged him to, and she tipped back too many drinks.
she was tipsy, he was nervous. but it made her finally suppress those deep down thoughts out into the wind; giggling out a ‘you’re so hot, jay,’ while she stumbles out of her heels.
he didn’t really know what to say to that, so he just picked up her heels n carried them for her.
their first kiss is something more casual. they’re on her couch. the movie’s long forgotten. her legs are over his lap, with a candle burning way too dramatically on the table, and jasons hand is resting very still on her thigh like it’s afraid to move.
it’s been building toward this for weeks — all the sleepover texts, the 2AM flirting, the parking lot almost-kisses.
she leans in first. shes close enough to feel his breath stutter, to see his lashes flutter down.
and she pauses, smiling faintly.
“you nervous, big guy?” jason gives a choked little laugh, like he’s trying so hard to play it cool. “no. i mean—maybe. it’s not like ive done this a hundred times.” that makes her laugh softly. her hand slides to his jaw.
but just before she kisses him, he blurts— “i’ve actually never—uh. done this at all.” she blinks.
“like. you mean tonight?”
“no i mean like. at all. like—ever.”
she pulls back an inch. “jason… you’ve never been kissed before?”
obvs he didn’t do anything bc well ,, he’s been dead lmfaooo.
after that, she made sure she taught him right. didn’t wanna rush it, didn’t wanna make him feel weirdly about it. because it’s her, his childhood friend, who he relied on.
and well yea.ᐟ.ᐟ it leads to more obvvvvss , she teaches him her ways. i’ll go into more detail w it later on but this is the gist :))
⭑𓂃 kinktober day thirteen ⋮ shower sex w hal jordan
the water’s already running when you step into the bathroom—steam curling around your ankles, rising in long, lazy ribbons like it’s being summoned by the man behind the glass. hal’s shadow shifts against the shower door. wide shoulders. hands braced against the tile. head bowed under the spray like he’s washing off the last twelve hours of chaos with nothing but heat and pressure.
you don’t call out, you just open the door and step in. his head turns when he hears it—the slide of glass, the pad of your feet. he glances over his shoulder, eyes low-lidded and wet-lashed, water tracking down the sharp line of his spine.
he grins. “figured you’d join me.”
his voice is rasped velvet, steam-thickened. it cuts through you just as easily as the heat does, already making your breath shallow as you come up behind him. your hands slide along his sides—all muscle and damp skin—and he straightens a little under your touch, like he can’t help responding to you. he never could.
“you always leave the door unlocked,” you murmur.
the water hits him full in the face, running down over his chest, making his dog tags stick against his collarbone. his cock’s already half hard, hanging heavy between his legs, twitching as he takes a slow step toward you.
“i was hoping you’d take the hint.”
you’re already reaching for him. your palms slide up his chest, wet skin gliding under your touch, and he catches your wrists gently, backing you toward the wall with a slow, steady walk that makes your pulse stutter.
the tile hits your spine with a cool jolt.
his mouth doesn’t kiss you first. his hands do. they smooth up your ribs, over your sides, dragging warm water with them, and he watches your face as he touches you—eyes on your mouth, your throat, the way your chest rises when his thumbs skim the underside of your breasts.
you’re already wet.
...from the water, from him, from everything.
“turn around,” he murmurs.
your palms go flat to the tile. the water streams down your back in hot sheets, your legs spreading slightly for balance, and hal steps in behind you, cock hard, already pressing against the swell of your ass as his hands slide back down your hips.
he kisses your shoulder first. then lower. tongue flicking against wet skin. he sinks to his knees and bites the curve of your ass just hard enough to make you jolt.
“goddamn,” he mutters, voice hoarse. “you’re unreal.”
his hands part your thighs.
and then you feel it—his tongue, broad and slow, dragging up between your folds from behind. he doesn’t give you time to react before he’s licking again, mouth hot and greedy and devoted, tongue curling up to your clit and back down, lapping at your cunt like it’s the only thing on earth worth worshipping.
you gasp, body jerking forward slightly, and he groans into you.
“stay still.”
his hands grip your thighs, spreading you wider, and then he’s back on you—tongue fucking you open, mouth wet and filthy, nose pressed between your cheeks as he eats you from behind with a hunger that borders on violent.
the sound of his tongue lapping your pussy, the obscene wet noises mixing with the sound of the shower hitting the tile—it’s too much.
you moan, high and needy, and your knees buckle just a little.
he catches you by the hips and pulls you back onto his face.
“fuckin’ sweet,” he groans, voice muffled against your cunt. “been thinkin’ about this all day.”
he licks up again, then focuses on your clit—sucking, tongue flicking fast and ruthless until your hips buck and your moan echoes off the wall, hands sliding down the tile for balance.
“hal—please—i—”
he pulls back. you whimper, aching, wet, throbbing, your pussy fluttering around nothing. but he rises behind you, hands sliding back up your body, and you feel the thick, hot weight of his cock pressing against your inner thigh.
he leans down, mouth at your ear. “gonna fill you now.”
he guides himself to your entrance—his cock thick and heavy, the head pressing firm, then sliding in slow, inch by inch, until he’s buried to the hilt and your back arches off the wall.
“fuck, you’re tight,” he pants. “squeezin’ me like you missed me.”
he pulls back and thrusts in again—deep, enough to push a cry out of you.
his hands grip your hips. his pace is slow. every stroke drags along your walls, every grind of his pelvis against your ass makes your clit throb, your whole body clench.
he watches the way your ass jiggles with each thrust, water rolling over both of you, steam rising from the tile in waves.
you try to fuck back. try to meet him.
he slaps your ass, “no. let me do it.”
his hips slap wet against yours as he fucks into you harder now, groaning, his cock pumping deep with every thrust, your pussy soaking, squelching, dripping down your thighs even with the water washing over it.
he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you flush against him, his other hand slipping down to rub your clit.
you’re already shaking.
“come on, baby. gimme one. let me feel it.”
you choke on a cry as your orgasm hits—sharp, hot, your cunt pulsing around him, body jerking in his grip while he fucks you through it with heavy, punishing thrusts.
“fuckfuckfuck,” he groans, voice unraveling. “god—gonna cum—shit—take it.”
he thrusts in deep one last time and holds there, cock twitching inside you, flooding you with thick, hot spurts of cum. he breathes hard against your shoulder.
he stays inside you while your bodies calm, hands stroking your sides, mouth pressed to your neckm and his cum leaking slow down your thighs, mixing with the water, running in streams down your calves.
“guess we’re not clean after all,” he murmurs, kissing your neck.
you don’t answer, cause you’re already aching for round two.
nothing will ever piss me off more than non-writers complaining about there being too much smut. bitch go write your own fics. if you wanna see more fluff go write it. make the difference. oh but i can’t write! idc. when i started writing, i did it because i wanted to put my stories and fantasies out there. writers aren’t here to constantly satisfy you. we write because we enjoy it and do it for FREE in our spare time. we will show our appreciation towards the readers who don’t spend their time whining on the internet about the lack of a certain genre. if i wanna write porn every day i will write porn every day because that’s what i enjoy.
