✦ | a/n: took me ages to come to my senses and finally make a masterlist ! i’m taking reqs for all of these characters to feel free to spam my inbox <3 !! love u all my cuties — 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅
KINKTOBER: Oct 15 :: Soldier boy x reader — handcuffs
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your wrists clinked against the handcuffs that Soldier Boy had tightened harshly around your hands. There was no use, you struggled, tossed, tried to get out of the restraints and all he did was scoff.
he scoffed, kneeling on the bed in front of your bare body, your skin on fire as he rakes his fingertips up your arm, touching and feeling every crevice. He had you all vulnerable and doe eyed, anticipating what he would do next and where he’d touch.
“you gonna be good, or are you gonna keep squirming?” he asked, voice assertive and rough. He runs a hand through his hair, sighing before tapping you on the cheek, giving you a slight slap as you refuse to respond to him.
“fucking answer me.”
“i’ll— i’ll be good—“ you managed to choke out, your wrists burning from the handcuffs and your cunt soaked, leaking into the bedsheets.
“good.. that’s.. that’s what i fucking thought.” he huffs before running his large hands up and down your torso, drinking in the sight of your bare body laying in front of him like your his muse, his artwork. His thick digits made their way down, tracing your lower abdomen before he circled your needy clit, watching as your hips rise and fell at the sudden touch.
“oh— fuck..” you whispered, eyes clenched shut as you devour in the feeling of his fingers circling your bud slowly, almost too slow. Your hips buck up, trying to catch any friction possible. “what did i tell you?” he shoves your hips back down, pinning your stomach down with one hand, the other now collecting all of your wetness and sliding it through your puffy folds.
you whimpered. literally. He swiped his fingers through your slick folds, making all your juices slide down past your thighs, before shoving his thick digits into you. “mghh— god!!” you screamed at the intrusion, eyes widening as he curled his digits so perfectly, hitting every perfect spot inside of you.
“yeah..? you like that? good girl. just take it.” he muttered little nothings as he fucked the soul out of you with just his fingers. Your back was arching like a cat, eyes rolling back as he kept plunging his fingers into you, he went deeper, knuckles deep and tbe palm of his hand was bumping on your clit teasingly. “..yeah.. take it..”
“—i cant.. i cant..!!” you choked out, tears streaming down at how close you were, he held you down harder, the hand on your stomach now slid to up to your breast, cupping one before sliding his thumb past your nipple, pinching the sensitive bud.
“you’re gonna cum on my fingers.” he muffled, all confident and bold like he knew it was gonna happen, when, how, when, where.
he added another finger, and you knew you were gone. You literally saw stars as he fucked you with three thick fingers, curling and hitting that sweet spot in you so deliciously. “such a pretty body, such pretty moans.. god.. i can put that voice in a radio,”
Your whole body was on fire, and that smug grin on his face was so devious, you wanted to wipe it off his face, but right now, all you could focus on was how deep he was, how deep his fingers were in you as how his speed was increasing as he knew how close you were.
“please— please.. please—!” you started begging. For what? No idea. But you were begging, literally screaming his name while you came, painting his whole hand white.
“Look at her dripping.. that’s it, sweetheart, tell daddy how good he makes you feel..” Your juices spilled down, a wave of pleasure crashing through you. You pulled on the handcuffs, not trying to release yourself, but because you were so overstimulated. “so.. so good..” you moaned, eyes rolled to the back of your head, chest heaving heavily and breathes uneasy.
He dipped his head down, getting a taste of your sweet slick, licking up all your cum before coming back up, hovering over you with an insane smirk, like he knew what he was doing. He showed his fingers, how drenched they were before taking them into his mouth. He parted his lips, sucking on the digits slowly, your eyes ogled and glared and you felt yourself getting wetter.. as he grew harder.
KINKTOBER: Oct 11 :: jason todd x reader — mirror sex
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Jason's cock drilled inside of you at an unholy pace, hitting every spongey spot you could imagine. His pre-cum and your slick seeping from your hole, and everytime he pulled out to watch you clench around nothing, he growled primally.
"fuck— I wish you could see wha' im doin' to you." he groaned before laying a harsh smack onto your as, the skin reddening and his palm smoothing the growing flush. He drilled faster, watching as your knees gave in, his arms snaked around your torso to hold you up, supporting your limp body.
"actually. maybe there is a way." his voice was rugged, but laced with heat and electricity as pulled out of you sharply; your fluids leaking out onto the blanket. You could barely speak, “h..huh?” you mewled as he picked you up and carried you to the body-length mirror beside your bed.
He gripped your chin, forcing you to glare at your reflection, your fucked out state. Mascara dripping from your cheeks, drool smeared all over your mouth, bite and kiss marks along your throat and neck.
“yeaaahh.. get a good look, baby.” he chuckled menacingly as he slid his length into you slowly, watching eyes your eyes rolled back. A moan escaped your throat, your hands came clamping around the wrist that gripped your waist.
You moaned poetically as he slammed into you over and over again, each time harder whilst you watched him in the reflection of the mirror. You watched as he slid a bicep around your throat, pinning your back to his sticky chest.
“Fuck— do you feel me up in here?..” he muttered, hot breathe fanning your ear whilst his fingertips snaked from your waist to your stomach where his fat cock buldge was prominent.
You whimpered pathetically which only made him thrust harder and his bicep to tighten around your neck.
You were close, your eyes clamped shut and his thrusts becoming sloppy, desperate. He moaned into your ear animalisticly, fucking his cock roughly into you like he had somethint to prove. He removed his hand from your stomach, trailing it down to your core where he rubbed the bud rapidly.
“oh—! Jay— i’m close” you screamed whilst his fingers circled your clit faster, pushing you closer to the edge. Your pretty manicured nails scratched his forearm, leaving marks that will stay for days.
You clamped down onto him tightly before spilling your cum all over his cock, moaning his name like a prayer whilst you were dripping from your pussy to the floor and down your legs. Your orgasm hit hard, so hard you fell limp in his arms and he held you up right, drilling into your tight cunt like you were a fuck toy.
“I know, honey.. let it out.” he cooed, his own thrusts now becoming uncoordinated and ragged as he was close to his own release.
He babbled sweet nothings whilst his release was soon after yours, “fuckin squeezing me so tight.. this pussy was made for me,” he groaned, sinking his teeth into your shoulder as he inhaled your sweet scent. “so perfect..”
He came inside of you, painting your walls white and pulling out with a loud slick noise. You felt so empty after he pulled out, until he was somehow hard again.. and pushed himself right back in there, slotting himself between your legs.
“You thought it was over—? oh, sweetheart.. I ain’t stopping till all you can think about is how drunk you were on this cock.” he grinned, licking the sweat from your shoulder to your chin.
KINKTOBER :: Oct 7th :: Clark Kent x reader — body worshipping
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Tonight was gloomy. Dimmed lighting washed over your bedroom windows, casting a beautiful beam on Clark’s ocean eyes. You glared into the orbs of the man you loved; gaze traveling from his eyes to his lips. He wetted them, his tongue licking over his plump lips softly before he leans in, his colossal hands coming up to cup your face ever so sweetly.
The kiss was hot, passionate and electric. You felt like your body was on fire, your core igniting as his hand traveled down from your chin to your throat, his thumb brushing over your pulse point leading you to huff. “—mm.. clark—“ you couldn’t help it, it escaped your mouth.
That made him thirsty, made him eager to please. He gripped your neck harder before pushing you down, laying you on the bed as he climbed on top of you and got such a pretty angle of your gorgeous face. You parted your lips, about to say something cheesy like— keep lookin at me like that, kent, i wanna be the one thing you dream of tonight — or — do i look like a model from this angle, baby? — but you couldn’t. nothing could possibly slip out at this moment.
He leaned down as your fingers clasped through his jet black locks, curls dropping at his brows and your fingers tugged through them. Another kiss. This time lasting longer, felt like forever. His tongue licked all over your mouth, trying to taste every inch he could get, making sure he marked the one place he was sure no other man could possibly mark better than him.
He moaned as he did this, moaned into your mouth sending vibrations to your core, as it did to him since you could feel the prodding of his hard-on through his sweatpants. “You taste so good baby— could lick you up forever.. god..” you could swear he literally whimpered on the last word.
He savoured the taste of every drop to your saliva, making sure to let none of it go to waste and you felt like you were in heaven with the way the soft of his fingertips snaked down your collarbones, tracing it smoothly before his hands slid down the valley of your breasts, under your shirt.
A gasp left your mouth at the sudden movement, and he just chuckled gruffly. “..I like those noises you make, sweet girl.” he whispered as he pulled away from your lips, with laying an opened mouth kiss on your bottom lip, he then pulled away to admire the scene.
You. Splayed out on his bed all sweetly and doe-eyed. Letting him touch you how he wants, letting him feel every crevice, every bone and muscle. His head leaned down, planting a small kiss on your collarbone; head dipping lower to then lick down from your neck to the valley of your breasts.
He was on his knees between your spread thighs, one of his hands laid on your waist and the other opening your thigh wider, giving him more space to slot between. Clark nibbled and bit at the skin, inhaling the angelic scent of you.
“Baby— we.. we gotta get this off.” he slurred, almost drunk from your smell as he quickly pulled your top off. He kneeled so contently, so happy to be sucking on the flesh of your tits. His head moved, his hair tickled your chin as he done so when he pulled your bra down to let your pebbled nipples free.
He stared in awe, in complete love with you and your goddess body. He couldn’t help it when his tongue flew out, lapping and sucking at your nipples, “Clark— fuck..” you moaned at the burn and pleasure he gave you with his fingers digging into your hips. He swapped from each breast, lifting his lips to lay a kiss atop of the nipple and all over your tits after minutes.
“You’re so fucking perfect, I swear I must’ve been a saint in my past life..” he muttered to himself, eyes rolling as he was relishing in the scent of you as he inched lower down your body. You giggled softly, lashes fluttering at him. “You’re the biggest saint in this one.”
He peppered kisses all over your stomach, all over your ribcage as his thumb brushed along your thigh, drawing small symbols whilst his fingers gripped tight on the flesh. The ember ignited inside of you when he reached your panties, laying small kisses above the tight fabric.
He inched lower, leaning to the side to kiss down your thigh, the other hand that was holding it open now rubbing up and down it, feeling every goosebump that awakens at his touch. “you see that, honey?” he coos, leaning closer to watch how your goosebumps rise at his proximity, “— y’ see what i’m doin to you?”
You just nod, even his voice alone was turning you on, you were on cloud nine, too unable to form words at the moment, but that leads to Clark sinking his teeth into your plush thigh, you groan in the contrast of pleasure and pain when he licks over the wound, glistening it in his spit. “I— i see what you’re doing t’me..!” you cry out, tears starting to form at the way your panties are soaking up with your juices, how your goosebumps are so prominent.
You snaked your fingers through his when his lips danced along your calves, kissing the muscle and inching down to your ankles. He used his free hand to hold at your ankle whilst he muttered sweet nothings into the soft of your skin, so pretty..— need to taste you forever..
When he reached your feet, he laid a few soft kisses on the pedicured toes, making sure not to mess up the fresh paint he recently paid for at the salon.
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You moaned and huffed and he knew exactly why. You knew he was teasing you now, and it was agitating you. The way your hips bucked up when he blew brisk air over your core on purpose, the way his hands roam all along the flesh of your thighs, fingers getting insanely close to your clothed cunt.
“Don’t worry, baby.. i’ll get there— and trust me, when I do.. you’re gonna wish you weren’t complainin’ s’much about me taking my time with you..”
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a/n : sort of my first time writing something like this— hope y’all like it.. it’s kind of rushed guys i’m sorry i’ve been SO busy but urm i’m tryna commit to something so i’m committing to kinktober.. anyway, happy reading cuties !! xoxo. stargirl. .
KINKTOBER :: Oct 3rd :: Mark Grayson x reader — edging
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When it came to Mark Grayson — Invincible , you knew exactly what to do, what and where to touch to make him unravel, to make him whimper and cry. Especially on a day like this, seeing him all worked up, all needy for you when he comes home from a mission that went wrong.
It was beautiful, such a pretty sight to see. The way he slumps onto your shoulder, shaggy black hair sticking to his forehead and his plump lips laying soft open mouthed kisses along your neck and throat. You giggle before grabbing his face, cupping it sweetly and muttering, “—you seem a bit needy , today.” he doesn’t even say anything, his nods and wraps his arms around you. And that’s when he idea came to your head..
“mmhhh—..” he struggled to hide his pathetic whimpers, lips pressed shut as his plush thighs are spread wide on the mattress. You sat between his thighs, manicured nails scratching along the length of his shaft.
You leaned down, pressing a singular, sweet kiss to the glistening tip leaking witb pre-cum. “Don’t worry, markie..” you whispered low, almost like a purr rolling off your tongue. “You’ll get what you want soon..” a light giggle erupted from your throat and he just groaned, head throwing back.
After a full day of fighting off criminals and the usual city scum, he was eager to blow off the steam fucking you, but you clearly had other plans.
“Please.. plea—please..” he repeated, eyes rolling back as you finally wrapped your hands around his girth, smirking as you watch his head tilt in pleasure; in relief.
You begin to slowly stroke his dick, teasing him as he begs for more softly but you just scoff, “..let me have my fun.. that okay, markie?” — when he doesn’t reply you pause your stokes and he whimpers almost immediately, “that okay?” you repeat and he nods rapidly, submitting to your authority and dominance in your voice and tone. “Yes—yes..!”
You stroke faster, collecting the juices that spill from his tip and rub it along his shaft, before leaning down and licking it all up, making it all slick.
You were a literal sight for sore eyes, “you look so beautiful doin that, baby..” he slurred, and they egged you on to stroke harder, gripping his cock firmly in your hands as one hand slides down to cup his balls.
He was getting closer and closer to his release, and you can sense it due to his cries and pleads, his fingers fisted into the blanket trying to hold onto sole sort of leverage.
“God— im so close.. please —“ his whimper was high pitched and pathetic, literal tears spilling from Invincible’s eyes and you just leaned over, your tongue laying flat on his cheeks and licking up all the salty tears.
“Let go, baby, you can do it..” you cooed, he grinded his hips up thrusting into your hands, humping hungrily and almost feral when you speeded up at an unholy pace. You enjoyed his pained whines, his cries as you watched spurts of cum leak from his tip and his voice raise before your hand slipped away quickly to admire the sight for sore eyes.
You edged him again. Again again. Dick sore and tender. Raw and aching. Every time you let him cum, he thought he could finally rest before you crushed his dreams and stoked him again. Each time enjoying his little gasp and whimpers for more, pleasure and pain built up inside of him. You smirked almost sinisterly at the situation, and he knew he was in for it tonight.
KINKTOBER :: Oct 1st :: Bruce Wayne x reader — spanking
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Rain slams against the stained glass windows of the Wayne Manor as Bruce Wayne lays another one of his agonising smacks onto your bare ass; cheeks flushed with a light ember of red, tears ran down your face. Each next smack was harder, full of more force with a hint of passion, more fire as if he wanted you to feel things deeply, not only physically but mentally. He wanted you to know exactly how he feels, he wanted you to realise your punishment.
Although, the whole reason why you ended up like this, in a state of a whimpering and groaning mess bent over his knee was due to you being a pain in the ass the whole night.
Bruce had his duties, his role to fill as Batman for the night, so as routine he set out for patrol. However, you were feeling extra needy tonight, and you honestly did acknowledge how serious he is about being this vigilante, but it was so.. so hard to just wait for him. You tried everything, rubbing your thighs against a pillow, watching a soppy movie and even trying a new makeup routine, but nothing could hide the ache in your panties.
So, you couldn't hold back. You kept fucking calling, texting, asking when he's going to be back only to get no reply or a short answer, unbothered. You ran into your wardrobe, pulling out a pastel pink lingerie set that Bruce got you for your birthday which would be so out of budget if you bought it, but he loves to treat you.
You positioned yourself on your shared bed, sending him the most dirtiest nude picture. Back arched whilst you lay splayed on the bed stomach down, tits perky, nipples hard against the cool matress. As you sent the picture, waiting for those two blue ticks to indicate he’s seen it, you put your phone down.
This set. him. off. He sent you one menacing text, ‘Youre pushing your luck now, sweetheart.’ So, all you could do is wait, wait for your boyfriend to come back home to the manor, come back home and tend to your arousal.
Another smack, "—how many times do I gotta remind you, baby," he muttered, low and dangerous which lead you to whimper, ass arched in the air over his knee. "You don't call me when I'm on patrol unless— you're. in . danger." he punctuated each of the last words with hard spanks.
However, your punishment was hard to endure when your slick was building up, rubbing against your thighs. You really tried to get some sort of friction, any. But he knew, he knew you, he knew you would find pleasure in punishment so he just took his two thick digits, running them up the soft flesh of your thighs, goosebumps waking at his touch before he made it up to your folds.
He collected the slick, before gruffled chuckle erupted from his throat, "..Fuckin' pathetic--, you like this shit, don't you?" he groaned as he watched the wetness drip down your thighs, it was a filthy mess yet so addicting, so alluring. “Look at her.. pretty cunt is soaked all f’me..”
He scoffed, laying another smack onto your ass, the hand prints prominent and a pretty red as he marked his territory. The thunder claps outside, punctuating with his brutal spanks. "Count for me, baby— can you do that?" he groaned but when you didnt respond since youre literally fucked out, he gripped a fist full of your hair, pulling your face up to look at him.
"There she is.. my pretty girl.." he whispered, free hand lifting from your ass to carress your face before he taped in lightly. "—now, count."
"One.." .. “— mmh" you moaned, mouth falling open to let almost a whimper of pure arousal escape whilst he groaned primally, like this sight was making him feral. And it was. "two.." you dragged out your words, could barely even speak, your voice was stained from all the screams into the mattress; lips puffy and eyes still teary. His mumbles echoed through the four walls:
"..so..so good for me, honey."
"dont worry, it'll be over soon, and then maybe you'll get your reward,"
"—thats it, bunny, such a good girl."
Your voice faded into the atmosphere, you couldn't even register him talking tenderly, like he sympathised for you. You didn't know if he was talking to himself, or saying this to you. but you didn't care. you knew it was going to be a long night, and you were honestly all here for it.
october 31st : clark kent & bruce wayne — threesome
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✦ | a/n: ayeeee it’s my first kintober!! i hope this list is good, also guys it’s my first time writing for some of these characters so please don’t feel afraid to leave feedback or criticism when posted! i may or may not be able to post on some days due to being busy as it is also party month. oh, and i’ll be making some of these correlate to halloween/ autumn as it is spooky season!! happy kintober cuties !! xx — 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅
The first time you two tried this, you were a bit iffy about the whole idea of you potentially suffocating him no matter the amount of times he reassured you. Honestly, he’s a broad, intelligent, sex god alien who could hold his breath for god knows how long; but as a caring girlfriend, you still had your concerns.
Still, you ended up complying and lowering your hips, your leaking pussy onto his face. You’re not sure what it was, the nerves of you hurting him or the fact that you are literally sitting on his face, but the stress got to you not even a minute into him laying his tongue on your slit before you crawled off of him, “Clark— ‘m sorry..” is all you said, and he just nodded and ate you out normally. The experience was still beautiful, but in the back of your mind you did want to know how it’d feel with you sitting directly on his tongue, nose bumping your clit deliciously.
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“Baby, I’ll be fine— pinky promise,” Clark assured but you slapped away his pinky finger that he held out and you huffed stubbornly, “I don’t wanna hurt you!” with a pout.
He just chuckled, a dangerously low, seductive chuckle as he softly held your wrists in his calloused hands, thumbs brushing along your skin, pulling you closer. “Sweetheart, you could hurt me and i’d still love you,” the nickname rolled off his tongue so gently whilst he muttered dirty words in your ear, making your mind haze. “—i’ll make you feel so.. so good, baby,”,, “don’t you wanna scream my name?” —“gonna make you mine..”
You gave in eventually, that’s how you ended up hovering over his face softly, his loving hands wrapping around your thighs warming your skin. You braced yourself, bottom lip placed in between your teeth just at the feeling of his wettened lips tracing your folds, laying small, teasing kisses all over.
You whined impatiently, a pathetic sigh which earned a smirk from him, you felt the chill of his teeth on your flesh and you were pretty sure he heard your prayers— or your heartbeat— because he then roughly slammed you down onto his face, and his nose bumped your clit.
A soft gasp escaped your parted lips, and you hold onto the headboard for stability when his fingers dug into your thighs, pulling you impossibly closer whilst his tongue slid through your folds, exploring your cunt and licking the spilling wetness.
His blue eyes were closed, brows furrowed and calculated as then stuck his tongue in your hole. You moaned, a pornographic moan at the unexpected intrusion,, “Clark— fuck,” . Of course he’s eaten you out before, but this time the experience is different; the new angle almost illuminating as you feel his tongue dive deeper into you. Your spongey walls fluttered as he devoured your cunt and his hands travelled higher up your body, resting on your hips and suddenly he guided your movements.
You’re not exactly when, or at what stage you began, but you were grinding down on his face.. literally.. chasing your high like a bunny in heat, and he was into it. In fact, he was orchestrating it like a musician guiding the perfect rhythm, your hips rolling against his tongue as he slurped all your wetness, your juices spilling down his chin and his grunts.. his primal grunts as his pants tighten, prominent buldge straining.
Your head reeled back as you were teetering off this electric feeling, sweat beading on your brow as you rid his face shamelessly. His nose occasionally gliding across your slit, collecting more slick whilst the room was thick with your unholy, melodic moans and pants.
You were close, and he knew it. He always knows from how your heartbeat fastens and your moans get higher in pitch, louder in volume. “— clark, clark..! god— yes!!” Knuckles white from how hard you were gripping onto the wooden headboard and lewd noises suffocating the room.
“Let me hear you, sweet thing,” he muttered, a feral groan which vibrated between your thighs, his lips still feasting and biting at your clit. That was all it took for you to come undone, orgasm hitting you like a brick as you screamed though it was breathless; eyes rolling back.
As you climbed off of him, worried if you might’ve hurt him, all he does is give you that damn grin as he wipes the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand before chucking, “—seconds? or is that being to greedy?”
You fucking loved this man.
ps: he came in his pants just from eating you out.. yeah that happens often!
The first time you two tried this, you were a bit iffy about the whole idea of you potentially suffocating him no matter the amount of times he reassured you. Honestly, he’s a broad, intelligent, sex god alien who could hold his breath for god knows how long; but as a caring girlfriend, you still had your concerns.
Still, you ended up complying and lowering your hips, your leaking pussy onto his face. You’re not sure what it was, the nerves of you hurting him or the fact that you are literally sitting on his face, but the stress got to you not even a minute into him laying his tongue on your slit before you crawled off of him, “Clark— ‘m sorry..” is all you said, and he just nodded and ate you out normally. The experience was still beautiful, but in the back of your mind you did want to know how it’d feel with you sitting directly on his tongue, nose bumping your clit deliciously.
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“Baby, I’ll be fine— pinky promise,” Clark assured but you slapped away his pinky finger that he held out and you huffed stubbornly, “I don’t wanna hurt you!” with a pout.
He just chuckled, a dangerously low, seductive chuckle as he softly held your wrists in his calloused hands, thumbs brushing along your skin, pulling you closer. “Sweetheart, you could hurt me and i’d still love you,” the nickname rolled off his tongue so gently whilst he muttered dirty words in your ear, making your mind haze. “—i’ll make you feel so.. so good, baby,”,, “don’t you wanna scream my name?” —“gonna make you mine..”
You gave in eventually, that’s how you ended up hovering over his face softly, his loving hands wrapping around your thighs warming your skin. You braced yourself, bottom lip placed in between your teeth just at the feeling of his wettened lips tracing your folds, laying small, teasing kisses all over.
You whined impatiently, a pathetic sigh which earned a smirk from him, you felt the chill of his teeth on your flesh and you were pretty sure he heard your prayers— or your heartbeat— because he then roughly slammed you down onto his face, and his nose bumped your clit.
A soft gasp escaped your parted lips, and you hold onto the headboard for stability when his fingers dug into your thighs, pulling you impossibly closer whilst his tongue slid through your folds, exploring your cunt and licking the spilling wetness.
His blue eyes were closed, brows furrowed and calculated as then stuck his tongue in your hole. You moaned, a pornographic moan at the unexpected intrusion,, “Clark— fuck,” . Of course he’s eaten you out before, but this time the experience is different; the new angle almost illuminating as you feel his tongue dive deeper into you. Your spongey walls fluttered as he devoured your cunt and his hands travelled higher up your body, resting on your hips and suddenly he guided your movements.
You’re not exactly when, or at what stage you began, but you were grinding down on his face.. literally.. chasing your high like a bunny in heat, and he was into it. In fact, he was orchestrating it like a musician guiding the perfect rhythm, your hips rolling against his tongue as he slurped all your wetness, your juices spilling down his chin and his grunts.. his primal grunts as his pants tighten, prominent buldge straining.
Your head reeled back as you were teetering off this electric feeling, sweat beading on your brow as you rid his face shamelessly. His nose occasionally gliding across your slit, collecting more slick whilst the room was thick with your unholy, melodic moans and pants.
You were close, and he knew it. He always knows from how your heartbeat fastens and your moans get higher in pitch, louder in volume. “— clark, clark..! god— yes!!” Knuckles white from how hard you were gripping onto the wooden headboard and lewd noises suffocating the room.
“Let me hear you, sweet thing,” he muttered, a feral groan which vibrated between your thighs, his lips still feasting and biting at your clit. That was all it took for you to come undone, orgasm hitting you like a brick as you screamed though it was breathless; eyes rolling back.
As you climbed off of him, worried if you might’ve hurt him, all he does is give you that damn grin as he wipes the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand before chucking, “—seconds? or is that being to greedy?”
You fucking loved this man.
ps: he came in his pants just from eating you out.. yeah that happens often!
What do you think of Jason finding out his gf was pregnant?
The news blurted out of your mouth as you sat Jason down, taking his uncleaned boots from his hands as he was polishing them and you place them on the floor. He could tell you were serious, though he didn’t know why. Until you said it.
“..i’m pregnant.”
“You’re what?!” he almost yelled, his brows raised and eyes widened.
“Look— it’s not too late to do something about it.. like an abortion,” you rushed to find a solution after looking at his shocked state, but truly you weren’t sure if you even wanted to let go of the baby, maybe you wanted to keep it, maybe you wanted to become a mom, maybe you wanted Jason to become a dad.
He gulped. Not out of hesitation or fear, not because he wanted to leave the country, change his name and identity. But because he imagined his life, how his years of being an outlaw flashed before his eyes in a quick snap. He looks at how much he’s grown, become a better person with you by his side, and how much you’ve changed him.
He imagines living a life with you and the baby, folding laundry together while humming to your favourite songs, taking the child to day care and teaching the child how to read, write, how to say it’s first words no matter what it is.
The mere thought of life being constructed in your stomach, grown into a beautiful human being strikes him, and he is in silence for a sickening minute whilst you play with your thumbs impatiently, your bottom lip taking between your fangs.
Then, he finally spoke.. a soft huff, “you’re finally gonna be a momma..” his hand came down to place on your stomach, the touch so soft and delicate as if you were a fragile package.
A smile crept onto your lips, and all your fantasies running wild in your mind, “..you’re gonna be a daddy.” you giggled, eyes gleaming with joy whilst your palm came up firmly to his face, cupping the rough skin and he soaked in the feeling of your love being reflected onto him. He thought of shopping for clothes for the baby, kissing your stomach before dozing off and reading it a bedtime story.
He immediately brung you close to him, pulling you close and kissing you passionately, lovingly, your lips tangling with his and heads tilting at a steady rhythm.
As you pulled away, he chuckled softly, so soft you barely recognised the Red Hood was sitting before you. “..we’re gonna do great.. damn, baby.. startin’ a real family now, huh?” he rambled, in pure disbelief but also eagerness.
“Hey— don’t get any ideas now before we accidentally make twins.” you giggle, almost an alluring purr and he was lost in the glimmer of your eyes whilst you smiled so magnetic. He laid his forehead agonist yours, your noses begging to touch, to brush against each others.
“Who says it’ll be accidental?” he teases and you smack him playfully before he pulls you onto his lap as you both relish in an electric, otherworldly kiss whilst the moonlit hue settles in the dimmed room.
Saw it open so I took the chance, so can I get panty!theif mark 🥺🙏🏻
you ask, you shall recieve!
MDNI 18+
Mark Grayson has never been one for a thief, he’s never even thought of stealing. Maybe once or twice in high school when he was feeling a bit rebellious; but ever since he’s became invincible, became a real man, he looks down upon those who commit acts like stealing.
Unless it’s your panties.
Your pink lacy one with a little bow, the black thong with a red charm, even the ones you don’t wear when you go and see your boyfriend , Mark, because you don’t think they’re that attractive. He thinks otherwise.
He loves everything about you. Your long, silky hair, your glistening eyes especially in the pale moonlight, your voice that whispers and moans his name like a prayer. Your like a dream, he loves everything about you, he longs to be in your arms just as much as you long to be in his. He loves your scent. God he loves when his nostrils are overwhelmed with your sweetness, your arousal your love.
He doesn’t even know why he began to steal your panties.. as a trophy..? as a reminder? as a metaphor for his love? Either way , he does it and has no remorse; he doesn’t regret it. Not one bit.
“Mark— cmon.. gotta get up, ‘m g’na be late for work,” you shook him awake, trying to get him up from his slumber so you could kiss him goodbye before heading off to work, or maybe he could walk with you.. or fly you. He just grumbled, the esrly timings making his head hurt, but when he opened his eyes, the sheer curtains blazing light through, he blinked at the sight of you.
All pretty wearing his shirt whilst nothing under it, and that’s because of one thing, the events from last night. You two had a time, you came around 6 times.. it’s hard to keep track really it all happens so fast, so blurry when his thick viltrumite cock is shoved deep inside of you, nestling in your gummy walls.
You don’t know why he was so worked up yesterday, climbing through your window and whimpering in your arms like a puppy in heat only to fuck you like a feral beast. Body limp and covered in marroon love bites, you stood up to go to the bathroom quickly.
This was the time, he had to do it before you came back. He reach over the bed, searching the floor of scattered clothes from last night until he found your panties. You wore these cheeky, white and baby blue polka dot ones and he knew it was going to look fucking fantastic in his collection.
He just snatched it from the ground, shoved it into his sweatpants pocket and when you came back; you didn’t suspect a thing because you went to get new underwear anyway for a shower. The words leaving your mouth an orchestrated melody, music to his ears. “—you joinin’ me, baby?”
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When he got home that afternoon, he opened his drawer full of your panties. Shoves the ones he just stole into the collection right after sniffing them, your scent lingering on it refusing to let go.
He couldn’t wait for later.. when everything around him is quiet and he can shameless jerk off into your panties, his mind focused on all your features as he pumps his length.
But what he doesn’t know that you knew the day you two started dating, you’ve never stoped it.
I’m talking straight after patrol, he’ll come back to your apartment through your window. The familiar thud of his boots on your wooden floor not unnoticed by you, and as soon as he gets a sight of you, the smell of you, he’s ready.
He wouldn’t even say ‘hello’ and you couldn’t even get out a ‘how was patrol?’ before he’s leaping onto you, grabbing you swiftly and hoisting you onto his lap as he walks over to your bedroom, throwing you onto the mattress with a thud.
It would all be a blur, the way he’d rip off your panties and glare up through his lashes with desperation, lust and desire. The way he’d lean down, position himself between your thighs and lay the sweetest open mouthed kisses on your skin onto to be replaced with harsh bites that leave marks for days due to his sharp teeth.
You would let out the most angelic, pornographic gasps and screams and he loves it. Call him sadistic for loving those little screams of pain and pleasure that escape your lips, hell just laugh in your face because you both know you love it.
He’d grab onto your thighs with his calloused hands, fingertips digging into your flesh whilst he licks a long stripe on your cunt. His tongue swiping through your folds, collecting and savouring the warm slick that’s been gathering all night. “—been thinking about me, baby?” his voice a low murmur, breathy and ready to devour you whole.
You can only nod, eyes closed and head leaned back against your pillows as he begins his feast. He’d literally make out with your pussy, wetness all over his chin. Lewd noises filling the four walls, your hands clasping down onto the sheets whilst your toes curl. You needed this. You needed him.
He’d lean in further, and you’d moan so loudly when his tongue dips into your hole, teasing your gummy walls before he retreats, and replaces his tongue with his two thick digits.
The sound that would escape your mouth would be heavenly, his fingers were so big, they stretch you out perfectly and the way he’d pumping in and out whilst his tongue flicks and sucks at your clit, nose occasionally bumping at your sensitive bud makes you see stars.
He knows when you’re close, when your cunt start squeezing him, never leaving him go, never letting him leave and he just coos. Your mouth gawping open and moaning, gasping, panting his name whilst his free hand would come to rest on your stomach lovingly, “.. don’t worry, baby, let it out..”
“Jason— ahh— fuck..! mmh—“ your gasps all hazy, fuzzy, you’d be literally grinding onto his face and nose chasing your high. And when it hit, you’d let out the most intense scream, juices seeping down onto his chin, all over his face and he’d get up like it was nothing. Sitting up between your thighs, looking all messy and gorgeous with pupils blown out.
Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he’d prop himself up onto his elbows, “—think you can handle another ?”
He was truly a messy eater.
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a/n: jaybae don’t play about his girls pussy. periodt. also i wrote this half asleep.
summary: based off of the song "Kinda Outa Luck by lana del rey. 👩❤️💋👩. Reader is kinda inspired by catwoman in the batman, she works in a club, and on the low she's gothams most wanted female thief. She is gorgeous, and she uses it to her advantage. Oh, did I mention she has a thing for the Red Hood? And, honesty, he does too, though he is pretty shit at hiding it. PT 1 PT 2 PT 3
warnings: 18+ MDNI,
a/n: hey cuties!!! i cant apologise enough for how long i’ve spent doing this, DAMN. but heres the long awaited part 3!! lmk if u enjoy my fics bc i’ll definitely write more in the future! xox
Each day blended into another after that night. It felt as if your own soul melted from your skin and body, but you were still conscious in the empty pit of your mind. Of course, you were still making drinks, talking to your friends and your boss like normal, but behind your melancholic eyes is a forbidden abyss; impossible for you to crawl out of.
You were so drawn to the electric feeling that scraped through your limbs that night; the sounds of your lewd moans and his gruff pants and grunts. Even the familiar sound of rain trickling onto the glass windows still shoots memories back into your mind. Every word he uttered sounded perfect in that moment, no matter if it was complete bullshit. The slam of the door behind him when he left scarred a burn in your soul.
Although, he left your apartment like it was nothing. And the night after, you found yourself rushing around the city, watching his every move. Every punch and hit he took and gave. Every criminal he stopped, every person he put a bullet in. This was the man you fucked.
You were finally coming to terms with the actions you performed that night; finally accepting that you had hot, sweaty sex with the infamous Red Hood.
You were finally coming to terms with the fact how it would never happen again, and it was a one time thing. He’s clearly got something up with him, the way he just strutted out of your apartment after he just finished inside of you.
That was until you heard the thudding of boots entering the lounge, gasps and light chatters echoing in the room and your eyes glaring up, wondering who it is.
Your lips parted in disbelief when you saw Red Hoods tall, muscular figure glance over the bar, his crimson mask boreing into your bewildered features. And suddenly, you felt a slight sensation pool into your lower stomach, an unknown emotion. You unhand the glass you were cleaning, plopping the hand towel on the wooden countertop before making your way to him, noticing the way he’s just staring at you, almost as if he’s trying to work out a puzzle, or a riddle.
“Anything I can get ‘ya—?” your voice was breathy, but your tone was stern, almost too nonchalant as if the known vigilante isn’t standing before you. He cut you off quickly, “Know where Oz is?” He shifted in his position, arms now folded over his chest which revealed his broad shoulders and highlighted his biceps.
You thought for a moment at how he just cut you off, clearly in a rush for some odd reason you’re not even sure you want to know; a low hum escaping your lips. “He’s not here today.”
Penguin wasn’t here for the whole week actually, apparently some business he had to handle elsewhere, he cut out all the gorey details before drowning you in the responsibility to handle his lounge while he’s gone, along with a few of his other close assistants.
“Where is he?” The man grunted impatiently, a low grumble erupting from his throat and seeping from his helmet. You sighed, not wanting to tell him much as you don’t wanna piss off Penguin for spreading confidential information.
You take your bottom lip between your teeth before shrugging bluntly. “He’ll be back in a few days.” You reached for the hand towel and continued where you left off and focused on drying the glass, trying to act as unbothered as you can, though your furrowed brows and narrowed eyes betrayed you. “Left me and some others to manage it in the meantime.” you muttered lowly, and you heard his abrupt scoff.
“..Oz left.. you in charge?” his brows raised in disbelief, and though you couldn’t see it, you could tell he was shocked by the fact how The Penguin left you in charge of his Lounge for a few days, as if you couldn’t run it, as if you were undermined and deemed weak.
You scoffed back at him, mimicking his own move before glancing back up at him slowly, eyes raking leisurely over his body and then back up at his helmet. “Got a problem with that?” you questioned, clearly taken offence at his passive aggressive tone.
You could feel his stare into you, and a rough snicker emerged from his throat. His head shook, “No.” he said bluntly, but you could tell he was biting back his tongue. You hummed in satisfaction before he spoke again. “You’re just ‘gonna tell me instead.” his head jerked towards upstairs, gesturing Penguins Office; your eyes narrowed in suspicion.
You abandoned the drink you were fixing up and the two of you made your way to Penguins office. He carefully shut the door behind you, and you leaned against the desk filled with stacks of paperwork, some cash and a glass of whiskey left behind.
“So are you gonna tell me what this is about?” your eyes rolled, trying to act as cold as possible, though the heated patch in your chest was growing hotter and hotter by the second.
He inched closer to you, each step thudding, mirroring the exact way it thudded the night he left you in your apartment. “Tell me everything you know about his caches.” he ordered, voice rough and rigid.
“..and why would I tell you that?” your head tilted, almost challenging his authority. “You know that ‘info is classified.” you crossed your arms over your chest, still leaning against the desk.
Red hood creeped closer and closer, until you could almost feel his chest on yours, as your eyes raked along his helmet, head folded up at his tall figure as silence echoed the atmosphere. You couldn’t deny the burn flowing under your skin at the familiar proximity of his body before you.
“I’m not asking, doll.” his voice was ragged, and almost a warning. You knew he would leave until he got what he wants, but you also knew Penguin would fire your ass if he knew you told Red Hood anything about his upcoming illegal activities.
You bit the inside of your cheek which was helping to refrain something you’ll regret escaping your lips. But he noticed, and he huffed in annoyance at your stubbornness and grabbing your chin and making you lock eyes with him, his fingers gripping your skin harshly.
You winced before your hands flew up to his chest, attempting to push away the muscular frame as you finally opened your mouth. “—Fine! fine..god..” you kept shoving at his chest, before he finally let go of your chin.
A sigh left your lips. “It’s tonight..” your muttered reluctantly, eyes falling from his to the ground in defeat. “Where?” he straightened his back, listening to your every word, but that also meant his body loomed over you like a tower, raking his shadow along you.
“Downtown..by the docks.” you huffed, still stubborn and pissed at your obvious defeat, knowing you could probably break free but you don’t wanna reveal your strength too soon. “..but all of Penguins goons will be there guarding the place.” you snorted, undermining his strength. “You don’t stand a chance.”
Red hood was silent until a low scoff left his helmet as you underestimate him. “We’ll see about that.”
His grip loosened on your cheek, and you rubbed the reddening marks softly, soothing the pain. He turned around, boots thudding as he left, door slamming shut mimicking the same night he left your apartment. You sucked in a shakey breath, cant deny you were a little intimidated, but also felt a small spark between you two. Did he feel it too?
You were left there in that room flustered, and then you realised. You really want him back. So, a little danger can’t hurt, can it?
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“ babe you can see that i’m danger,
glamorous but i’m deranged, yeah,
teetering off of the stage, yeah „
It was probably a bad idea, but what could go wrong? You just wanted some fun, life was getting tedious without something or someone to play with. And you cant deny Red Hoods sexiness.
Once again, you peeled on your black suit, the material clinging to your curves so perfectly. After putting on your mask and hood over your head, you climbed out of your window, rain trickling down onto your back as you melted in the cool atmosphere.
You made your way to the docks, and you peered over at the sight from a building, examining the setting and waiting for Red Hood to make his appearance. You were starting to lose your patience when heard the interference, and that was your cue.
You leaped down, crawling behind a crate as he swiftly took down multiple goons so effortlessly. You scoffed under your breath as you leaned crawled into the now opened cache while he was distracted, and took as much money as you could stuff in such a compact bag hurriedly.
“In a rush?” his voice echoed through your ears as he stomped his boot on one last thug, making his way closer to you and you bit the inside of your cheek before turning around.
“..you here to stop me?” you raised your hands defensively as you asked through a hum. Even though you planned to get caught, you couldn’t help but allow goosebumps to raise on your arms in anticipation and desire.
He chuckled dryly, arms crossed in-front of you and you could make out how his forearms spilled out of his tight shirts. It was almost alluring. “Just curious on what you’re gonna do with all that money. ”
A playful smirk creeped onto your lips, and you walked up close to him, so close you could feel his body heat radiating yours. Your hands came up to rest in his chest, and slid up to his neck as your heart was beating out of your chest in adrenaline.
“You never kissed me goodbye.” you muttered lowly, leaning up on your tip-toes to glare at him. He was praying that you couldn’t hear the way his heart was beating, the way his breath hitched at every word you spoke.
“..about that,” he huffed roughly, though there was an unknown edge to it. “That was a mistake, ‘m not usually one for one-night stands.” His hands reached down to your wrists, pulling them down from him and your eyes narrowed in disappointment.
“—but,” you stammered, watching him as he began to move away from you. “Oh, come on.” you blurted out, eyes hazey as you watch his every movement. “Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it.” your tone was nearly a purr, low and teasing. A small hum rose from his mask.
“I never said that.” he stopped in his tracks before admitting, still facing away from you.
“Exactly.”
“Don’t act all smug now, doll.” your hand was on your hip as you watched him stand still in his spot, head tilted slightly at you.
You both were silent for a bit before you walked up to him and placed your hands on his chest, riding them up around his neck right below his red mask. “Still wish you would ‘just take off this pretty thing, hm?”
He shook his head, scoffing at your persistence to see his true identity. “You won’t be impressed.” his hands reached in his pockets as he grabbed the remote of a device. Your eyes narrowed in confusion as he backed up a little from you. “Might wanna stand back for this one.”
“Huh—?” you muttered before the cache blew up. And then you chuckled at all the money being destroyed before you turned back to him, although he disappeared. Like. Always..
You were about to leave before you heard some of penguins thugs shouting, “There ! Get her—!” your eyes widened as you tried to find a way to escape, but it was too late. Some big guy knocked you out cold on the ground, and your eyes fluttered closed.
Your eyes began to flutter open and adjust to the dimly lit room you were in. You were restrained; wrists tied together around the back of the wooden chair you were seated on. Your eyes narrowed in annoyance at the sight, how could you let yourself get caught?
You grunted, attempting to break free at your tied hands, but then you noticed Penguins thugs surrounding you. Their murmurs were annoyingly loud, talking about you as if you weren’t there. Thankfully, they hadn’t taken off your mask yet, if they did, you’d be truly fucked and jobless.
“Look, boys—“ you sighed, adjusting your hips in your seat as the murmurs silenced, “Let me go. — or we ’gna do this the hard way?” You’d raise your hands in defence if it wasn’t for the restraints, it only pulled at your wrists earning another light grunt from you.
What was worse is that you recognised some of these guys from the bar; especially the leader who just scoffed at you, shaking his head. “Not till you tell us what the fuck you were doin’ messin with Penguins cache.” his rough voice echoed through the walls and the thick air.
“That wasn’t even me—!” you snapped, eyes widening. He inched closer, pulling out a pocket knife and pushing it up to your throat, the cold metal lingering against your skin sending shivers down your spine. “Listen, lady. We ain’t playin’ games here.” He spoke again, voice laced with spite. “So unless you wanna live to see Gothams lights shining again tomorrow, you ought’a tell us.”
You rolled your eyes, honestly getting a bit bored of this, you didn’t really have a plan, but you were planning to go with the flow. “I told you already, ass hole.” you groaned, before slamming your forehead against his nose, he staggered back with a painful groan into the other thugs, grasping onto his nose now gushing with blood.
Another thug turned to you and kneeled down to your height on the chair, “Oh.. You’re gonna regret that, bitch.” and his hand came to wrap around your throat. Your eyes widened, and taking caution your legs lifted up, wrapping around his neck before snapping it with ease.
The other thugs stood in shock, and you took the opportunity to quickly stand up, chair still attached to you before you whipped your body round, slamming the wooden chair against one of their bodies before it broke and you pulled the ties, your hands breaking free.
You beat up all of the thugs, knocking them out. You had your boots heel on one guys neck, waiting for him to pass out before your ears picked up a sound in the distance. Your head turned round, and you were hit hard, a force which knocked you only the ground with a thud.
You could feel blood trickling down from your brow, and you muttered ‘fuck.’ You tried to stay conscious, really, but it was hard as the figure lingered over your splayed out state, glaring at you. “Not— cool, man..” you slurred lowly, before you passed out.
Though, you could slightly hear a cacophony of chaos happening. Some swearing, some punches and some knives. But one noise in particular made your eyes shoot open. A gun shot.
You gasped at the sight, the thugs were all shot. Your vision was spotty and a haze, you couldn’t really see much though you could definitely decipher what was said to you. “Looks like I’m late to the party.” a familiar voice ricocheted across your ear canals, his cold but slightly smug tone making you scoff lightly.
“You.. weren’t invited.” you muttered, wincing as you tried to sit up, his colossal hands wrapped around your waist, helping you up, and you fell limp into his chest, body aching. He stood straight, not sure on what to do, but then you felt his gloved-palm creep up to your head, pushing it into his chest in an embrace.
You glared up at him through lidded eyes, still a haze. The crimson mask blinded your eyes, helmet glimmering in the dimmed lighting, still shining in the shadows. “What? No thank you for saving you?” he stared back at you, and though you couldn’t see his eyes, they were softening behind the helmet.
“I didn’t need saving..” you muttered, knowing you had it under control.. for a bit. Though, you still didn’t need a man to save you, you’re fully capable and independent. He chuckled roughly under his mask, and the sound echoed through your mind, sending waves of an unknown emotion in your stomach.
He picked you up, hands wrapping around your body to carry you out of the scene. Before you knew it, you were placed on the back of his motorcycle, and you didn’t even realise but your hands subconsciously wrapped around his waist, craving that sense of protection.
He drove you to his base. Fortunately, by now you were pretty much awoken, and back to reality. You followed behind him as he entered through the doors, and your eyes wandered around the place. It was nice, cozy. “..cmon let’s patch up those wounds.” he sighed, placing his keys on the counter before you jumped up onto the kitchen counter opposite him, watching as he opened the cabinets looking for some rubbing alcohol and cotton pads.
You waited, swallowing hard as he turned around, now facing you as he inched closer, positioning himself between your thighs. You both couldn’t deny the tension, it was still strong, still clinging onto the air. Every time he got closer, sparks of electricity from the night before come back, and you find yourself shifting in your seat, trying to hide your growing arousal.
He brought the cotton pad up to your forehead, dabbing the rubbing alcohol against your cuts. You winced at the stinging, and moved your head slightly which resulted in him grabbing your chin with his free hand, holding it in place. “Don’t move.”
“Fine— god.” you muttered low, scoffing at how cold and blunt he is. “How’d this even happen, huh?” he continued with the task a hand, patching your cuts on your forehead before throwing the used cotton pad into the bin and lowering his gaze down your body, checking for any other injuries.
“It’s your fault.” You stated in annoyance, “—they thought I blew up that cache.” you sighed, crossing your arms over your chest as he glared at you intensely, scoffing through his helmet. “You were there.” he shrugged, mimicking you and crossing his arms over his chest.
“So? .. anyway— I had them, you didn’t need to come to my rescue.” you rolled your eyes, and he just shook his head at your attitude. “You gotta be a bit more grateful.”
You narrowed your eyes at him, before you spat, “ and you gotta learn to not leave a girl hanging.” he growled when you mentioned the night again, before he pressed up against you, impossibly close to the point you felt his body heat, and the undeniable bulge growing in his pants that rubbed against your clothed groin.
“Look, I had a lot goin’ on— I didn’t mean to hurt you, really.” his tone was sincere but laced with something else, need? desire? his pitch low, rough. The truth was, he didn’t know what to do. Afraid you might’ve saw his identity, how scarred he is outside and inside. He didn’t want to hurt you by staying and leading you on but leaving meant hurting you more.
You glared down, avoiding eye contact as you sighed, biting the inside of your cheek. “It’s.. fine.” You wanted to say more, wanted to tell him about that burning desire that still pools in your stomach even at the sound of his voice, but you bit back your tongue.
“It’s not..” he admitted lowly, his gaze also faltering as he looked down before his hands came up to his helmet, and you heard a heavy thudding to the ground. You were too afraid to look up, too afraid to see what might be under the mask, good or bad. But his fingertips came to your chin, lifting your gaze to take in the sight of him.
Your lips parted in shock, confusion, arousal, deep unknown emotions. He was ethereal, his gun-metal, heavy lidded with yearn eyes glistening in the light and locked onto yours. his messy hair from the helmet jet black and tickling his forehead slightly; pink lips wettened by his tongue and a nose which looks like it was carved by a greek god himself.
He stared at you intensely, searching for any signs of fear or disgust, but he couldn’t find any, instead he noticed the way your eyes darkened with the same look you gave him that very night. His glare twinkled between your eyes and your lips, and your hand came up to cup his face.
“—now, why would you hide your beauty from me?” you cooed, soft palm resting on his rough skin which contrasted with the way his heart melted under your touch. “..i’m scarred.. and unfixable..” he whispered, eyes closing softly as he leaned into your hand.
You shook your head, other hand now coming to cup either side of his face as you pulled his face closer to yours. “You’re perfect.” you said without hesitation, noticing the way his eyes softened and the way he was completely allured in your touch. It was different, but you weren’t complaining. Having the Red Hood like this, at your mercy was actually quite heartwarming nonetheless.
You both felt it, the electricity pulling you two together. He leaned into you, flush against your chest as your legs wrapped around his waist, and his lips collapsed onto yours.
Although he was at your mercy, he still devoured your lips. His tongue slipped into your mouth, gliding against your and capturing each others saliva. It started off slow, but gradually became more rough, and filthy as his hands snaked up your torso, gripping the flesh through your suit firmly, as if he’d never were to let go.
Your fingers grazed up his neck, tangling in the wavy, jet-black locks and tugging lightly resulting in the most desperate moan you’ve ever heard him let out. He deepens the kiss as he pulls you impossibly closer, hand sliding down to your hips and that’s when you realise the growing bulge that’s prodding at your heat; you take the opportunity to grind against it teasingly, and Jason moans again, slightly reluctant of surrendering to you.
You pull away, though Jason’s taken aback by the sudden stop, his eyes open back up and glare into yours. His emerald orbs yearning, his drooping with need and hunger.
You reach for your domino mask, beggining to take it off since he took off his but his hand comes to your wrist, stopping you. “what..?” your brows furrow in confusion before he chuckled dry and gruffed. “..You think I don’t know who you are? I knew since the day we fucked, since then you’re all I could think about..” he trailed off, eyes fluttering closed at the confession, though he carried on.
“..still cant get your fucking scent off my suit,,” his voice was low, a hint of annoyance at the statement but then his voice turns into a soft, needy whimper, “—don’t wanna get your scent off my suit..”
Your breath hitched, and your fingers stopped gliding through his locks as you were in complete shock at his confession. How he knew this whole time who you were, how he was afraid to tell you.
You were stunned, “I don’t know what to say..” his hand came up to your chin, holding it up to look at him and he groaned softly, “I just— I need you..” he rocked his hips against yours to prove how much he needed you, and you gasped when you felt his solid buldge hitting against your core, the feeling sending shivers of arousal down your spine, and slick to coat in your panties.
You knew you had the upper hand, and you felt a wave of dominance rush through you as you grabbed his face, fingers brushing over his lips before dipping them into his mouth. His eyes widened at your bold move, but soon they were shut as he took them in his mouth.
Jason's breath hitches at the feel of your fingers in his mouth, his mind spinning as he loses all control and self restraint, a small moan slipping out from between his lips. “So good for me..” you purred, lips forming into a small smirk.
He lets out another rough moan, his hands coming up, grabbing your wrist, his warm fingers curling around it, pulling your hand in deeper, taking your fingers deeper into his mouth, his mind going blank; his tongue wrapping around them, sucking softly, his mind and body completely at your mercy.
You abruptly pull your fingers out of his mouth, and he whines at the empty feeling. You instead find your fingers raking through his hair,, and then pulling tightly for him to come down to your mouth level before whispering in his ear, “—let’s take this to the bedroom, sugar.”
He waisted no time hoisting you up onto him, carrying you with one hand supporting your ass and the other around your back as he entered the bedroom. He laid you down on the mattress, but before he could get on as well you pulled him by his shirt onto it, crawling on top of him confidently and straddling his lower abdomen.
He looked up at you in pure awe at your beauty, at your fierceness and at the way you looked down at him with a mischievous grin. You take fingertips along shirt-clad biceps, raking along the fabric and glaring at him through doe eyes.
“You gonna tell me what you want?” you raised a brow, leaning in and laying opened mouth kisses along the skin of his neck. He shuddered at the feeling, your soft lips now biting down creating maroon marks to wake at the surface.
“I want—“ he stammered, chest heaving uncontrollably, “I want you..” he groaned, his cock now pulsating with need of release. You hummed, but then shook your head as you leaned back up to glare at him.
“..where do you want me?” your hands came up to run down his chest, and back up again before tugging firmly on the material. “I want you everywhere..” he breathed, struggling to focus on anything but the feeling of your hands on his chest, body tensing up.
You pulled his shirt up and he helped you get it off of him, now he laid under you bare chested, and you could properly see the way his muscles curved. Every scar, every dip and line on his skin was now revealed to you and you bathed in the beauty of it all.
You immediately leaned in, wet kisses planted all over his chest and stomach. You couldn’t help yourself, you needed to mark him, you needed to mark the Red Hood, to make him yours. “Ahh..” he moaned at your touch, eyes shutting as he needed more, “..please..”
You hummed, tilting your head as a way of asking, ‘what?’ and he just whimpered softly, “Need more..” so you complied, and began to grind hard against him, and his head flew back against the pillows, letting out a sharp gasp whilst his body arched up against yours.
His mind went blank as he grabbed onto your hips, fingers gripping hard, his breath ragged and uneven as he tries to regain control, his teeth gritted together, trying to hold in another moan that pleads to escape his lips. "Oh..god...please" He begged so beautifully, his voice low and rough, the desire coursing through his entire body.
Your hands grab onto his that rest on your hips, and pull them off of you , interlocking your fingers before pinning his hands on either side of his head.
You must admit, having him pinned here like this, under your submission, aching for you is quite ironic knowing that he can easily flip you over and take you, he’s twice your size and strength, though it’s amusing seeing him like this all pathetic, starving for touch. “..let’s not get ahead of ourselves, honey.” You whisper into his ear, hot breath fanning his skin. He nods, humming a small sound before you chuckle, “..now tell me where you want me, again.”
He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out, he finds his mind a haze, this feeling foreign to him. “Where..?” you repeat teasingly before licking a long stripe from his jaw to his throat, a slick trail of your saliva glistening through the moonlit reflection. He lets out a groan at the feeling, wanting to pull you off of him and flip you over, wanting to show you who’s boss, show you who’s stronger, but he couldn’t, he felt under your submission.
“..was it here..? You then move down moving up to where you have his hands pinned and nibble on the skin of his muscles, before kissing the reddening mark. “—or here..” you giggle slyly, knowing how pent up you’re making him before giving one hard grind against him.
His eyes closed at the wave of pleasure that rushed through him, and he begged again, this time more rough, more demanding, “Please— stop teasing me,” and you just smirked, bottom lip coming between your teeth. “..because you asked so nicely.” you trailed off, sitting back on his lower abdomen, now staring at his state. He looks fucking gorgeous, could genuinely devour him right there right then.
His hair a mess, beads of sweat collecting near his eyebrows and gunmetal blue eyes now hooded with need and desire. You peel off your top, and Jason relishes in the sight, savouring every moment as you then throw the shirt into the abyss of his bedroom floor.
Jason’s body tense with anticipation, his eyes drinking in your every movement, his breathing ragged and uneven. His eyes move across the exposed skin, your laced-lingerie that he just wanted to rip off, the way your nipples pebbled under your bra.
His body reacting almost automatically, his hands reaching up, wanting to touch you, to pull you to him, to feel your body against his. He pulls your bra down, hands coming to unclasp it as quick as possible as he almost moans at the sight of your breasts, all perky and on display for him.
He leans in, taking the bud into his mouth before swirling his hot tongue around your nipple, over hand coming up to palm at your other breast, your body warmth radiating off of each other. He groans against your skin, vibrations attacking you, when his nose is corrupted with your natural aroma.
Your eyes shut at the feeling, your hips slowly moving at a rhythm against his. He pulls away from your breast with a pop, before moving to the other one, thumb rolling against the nipple as he watches it harden. “—fuck..” you gasp at the mix of pain and pleasure, it overcomes your senses, and you drown in the bliss.
He pulls away again, leaving you in a quivering mess as he moves you slightly to take off his pants, along with his boxers. You sit between his thighs as you watch his cock spring free, the sight heavenly.
Seeing it this time was different, last time it was mere features that happened to show in the dimmed lighting, this time you could see it perfectly. The thickness, long length and slight curve, two veins which ran down the sides and the twitching, flushed mushroom tip leaking with pre-cum. He looked like he was carved by a greek-god himself.
You needed to taste him, to taste his seed. You wanted to feel him in your throat, and he wanted nothing more than to feel the warmth of your lips wrapped around his length.
Your lips part as he looks down at you with desperation; then your palms come down to his thighs, before you leaned in, kissing the tip of his dick too softly, too sweetly. He groaned in pleasure at the feeling, but he needed more. His hands came to your hair, tangling in the locks before forming a ponytail and without warning, shoving your throat into his cock to end the teasing.
He moaned, so beautifully; head thrown back onto the pillows whilst you sat between his thighs taking his thick cock. You took him so well, head bobbing up and down as he face fucked you, spit bubbling at the corner of your mouth and dripping onto the sides of his length, onto the sheets and his thighs.
Your hands removed their grip from his thighs but moved to where you couldn’t take all of him. Your hand wrapped around the bottom of his cock, pumping as your spit that dribbled down from your mouth was now lubricating the bottom of his cock.
“Shit.. ahh— ‘m gonna fuckin’ cum if you keep doing that,“ jason’s voice was strained, full of lust as his grip on your hair got tighter, and you started stroking rougher, eager to make him release all whilst hollowing your cheeks which made his legs tremble.
Though before he came, he pulled you off by your hair, and you gasped for air, eyes rolling back as you came back to reality from the haze of his cock shoved down your throat. He sat up, pulling you up onto his lower abdomen as you tried to look at him through hooded eyes.
His fingers came up to your chin, tapping your face lightly, “—need to feel you,, need to feel my cock inside you.” he muttered low, and you nodded, a smirk growing on your lips before you leaned in, letting him taste your saliva.
He groaned into the kiss, hands coming to wrap around your hips. The slick in your panties now seeping through, and collecting on his stomach. You moved off of the kiss, before lowering onto his cock, pulling off your panties and throwing them onto the floor, as you took his cock inside of you.
Your hands placed on his chest, steadying you as you slowly took his thick cock. Every inch that went inside of you resulted in your mouth gaping open, the tip twitching in your walls as you took him fully; a guttural moan left his throat when he felt your pussy squeezing him up so tight, so possessive.
His precum and your juices mixing inside of you, and leaking down onto his thighs and onto his sheets. Your fingers grazed up his chest, manicured nails leaving light marks as they came up the back of his neck to tangle in his hair as you found the strength to bounce lightly, not too fast, you didn’t want to tire yourself out too quick.
Your mind quickly grew a blurred haze, unable to focus of anything but the growing arousal both of your pants and moans which filled the four walls. "—ah.." Jason breathed out, his grip on your hips tightening, bruising as you were sure it’d leave a mark in the morning.
Your pace grew faster, and his whimpers turned into primal groans, “..you’re so beautiful,” He found himself fucking up into you, hips slamming against yours as he adjusted you to his desired speed as he moved you back and forward on his cock. His digits dipping into your skin, “..all mine..” he was lost in the moment, muttering sweet nothings all whilst colouring your skin in unethically beautiful maroon marks.
Your mouth gawped open, and you couldn’t contain the moan that escaped your lips, “Red—“ , his hand came to your mouth, silencing your screams as he corrected you, “Jason.”
You nodded as his hand moved off of your mouth, fingers dancing over your lips as you whimpered, “..Jason..” . Your lips purred his name so perfectly, so seductively as you looked like a goddess bouncing on his cock. Hooded eyes shutting, furrowed brows with sweat beading on your temple, relishing in the feeling of his cock inside of you, re-arranging your guts.
You felt your release approaching, along with his as his cock twitched inside of you. Your bounces faltered, beginning to get tired so he gripped onto you and fucked his cock up into your walls fast and hard, every thrust knocking the wind out of your lungs as your arms snaked around his neck; his pants and primal grunts growing louder as your gummy walls squeezed him, aching to come all over him.
The sounds grew filthier and slicker, and you were both close. The moon shimmering its hue onto his hooded eyes, deep with hunger and a hint of an unknown feeling.. love?
He was whimpering, moaning into your ear, breath fanning over your ear as you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, lips brushing over his skin at every thrust. He was so aching for release, his thighs trembling, “..so close, baby.“, so eager to fuck his seed into you.before grinding so hard onto him, “—know you are too, can feel you squeezing me, i’m right here, honey— not going anywhere,” he muttered sweetly into your ear as you were gasping his name; you were seeing stars, literally.
“Jason—!!” A loud scream escaped your lips, and again, and again, you couldn’t stop saying his name, the way it rolled off of your tongue, it sounded all too natural, like you were made to be screaming his made with his cock stuffed in you.
His seed emptied inside of you whilst your cum spilled out of your cunt mixing with his. You were both panting, gasping for air and seeking the privilege of coming back to reality. He looked perfect a mess. Hair scruffy, tugged and stuck to his forehead, eyes darkened and breathing like an animal in heat. He grabbed the back of your head by your hair and shoved you into a filthy, sloppy kiss. It was passionate, each of you moaning into the kiss as your hands came to cup his cheeks whilst your saliva was leaking down his chin onto his chest.
You slowly moved off of him, the warmth of his cock now gone as you fell back against the mattress beside him, staring at the ceiling catching your breathe. You were still in shock about the whole situation, but now you’re literally lying in his bed.. naked.. whilst he’s next to you.
He’s reluctant about what to do, but then hand comes up to face, pushing a stray hair away from your face as he glared at you with puppy-dog eyes, like he’s been waiting for this his entire life.
“You’re perfect.” he chuckles softly whilst taking in your every feature, even when you’re lying here a fucked out mess, you still looked amazing, still looked like his perfect mess. Your lips cracked into a small smile at his words, heart melting at his soft touch.
He pulls you closer, and your head lays contently on his chest whilst you two simmer in the wave of silence, though it’s not awkward or uncomfortable, it’s quite tranquil, as you listen to his every breath, counting way his heart beats.
His fingers rake through your hair, scratching softy through the scalp as you grow tired whilst your heart flutters at the feeling. Your body relaxes at his touch, mind slowly feeling at ease as he keeps you close, his heart filled with a warm feeling that he almost doesn't recognise. You let out a soft sigh, his body melting against yours, the sound sounding more vulnerable than you would like to admit.
He chuckles while watching you relax under him, "You're making me soft." mutters gruffly and you giggle tiredly, innocently, “Uh, Oh, big bad Red Hood gotten soft?” your voice is low and muffled against his chest.
“Don’t start.” he warns playfully, though there’s also a relaxed tone to his voice too. You smile contentedly at how peaceful this moment is his usual gruff and tough exterior completely gone, replaced by the sight of a man who looks completely vulnerable and yet somehow, completely at peace. He continue to rock you softly and soothe you until you’re completely asleep, your soft breathing the only sound in the room.
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As the golden morning hue peaked through the blinds in beams of blaze, Jason’s eyes blinked open to be met by the sunrise. His heart melted, a smile creeping onto his lips as he took a glance at you in a peaceful slumber. Your hair slightly messy and lips parted, you shifted your position in your sleep while you began to awake as well.
Your head rested on his chest, rising and falling with each breath he took and you lifted it lightly to take a look at him. His fingertips came to your temple, brushing away the stray hairs as he gruffed, “Mornin’ sleepyhead.”
You giggled softly before lifting your hands from around his waist to crawl ontop of his lap, kissing him on the forehead. His hands immediately gripped onto your hips, pulling you impossibly closer and you were soaked in his body heat. “Morning, handsome.” you purred, voice still sly and laced with tease which was surprising even at this time of morning.
“You still think this was a mistake?” you tilted your head, leaning in to plant another kiss, this time on his nose which resulted in his face to get all undeniably flustered. He shook his head, a dry chuckle escaping his throat, “Never. I don’t regret a thing.”
You smirked, “—not gonna get up ‘nd leave like last time?” you teased, the memories of that night still rushing through you. He just scoffed at how you thought so low of him, even now; emerald eyes rolling sarcastically.
“Well— maybe,” he shrugged, a bit too nonchalantly and your brows furrowed as he got up from the bed, now towering over your confused figure. “..to shower.” he raised a brow, and you sighed in relief but then a small giggle escaped your lips when he held his hand out like a gentleman. “—care to join me, m’lady?”
You nodded eagerly, jumping from the bed as he hoisted you up into his arms, your legs immediately wrapping around him as his lips smashed onto yours in a passionate, gentle kiss. Your hands rushed up to cup his face, and as you pulled away from his lips, you gave him a smitten grin, “It would be my honour, baby.”
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a/n II: I’d like to thank everyone for all the support i got during making this series. I’m also so so so sorry for how long it’s taken me, i hope this makes up for it. Please tell me if you enjoyed it, it means a lot and i’ll be sure to make more fics like these in the future. I’m also happy to make part 4, it might not follow the same song but i’d could just be little blurbs or head cannons that reader and jason do in this universe! <3
