🌟 starry 🌟

22 y/o !!nsfw content!! minors dni @paperstarzzz nsfw sideblog

[centriiic]

hi new anon here!

but i was think about a like spiderverse! kind of crossover with Jason (🤤) where one or two other identity versions of him end up in jason and readers timeline

however (😈)

the other two don’t have reader in their timelines but they love their respective reader all the same.

how could Jason pass up this opportunity to give different versions of himself the pleasure of reader? he’d for sure take the chance to teach his-self(s) just how to properly care for his love

author's note: idk how tumblr culture works but can we be mutuals. email me… involve me… this is delicious and i want to hear more of this PLEASE

warnings: foursome but like. is it really, yknow? reader x jason x jason x jason. i lore dump in parentheses and ramble about absolute verse for too damn long, cheating but it is jason just not main continuum jason and reader doesn't know and it lasts two seconds, sex? i don't tink its like wildly freaky. lmk if i missed anything! "[ - ]" in text denotes reader's name, i hate yn

anyways. i can see this going two ways.

one way = crazy possessive obsessive jealousy sex. i see this happening if the alternate timeline jason(s) are more 'golden boy' leaning than our main continuum jason. for example, MY main continuum jason is scarred, w the white hair, full nine yards. if any jason fell into his universe that was 'prettier', less traumatized, maybe they get on better with bruce in their world, or god forbid never even died- (like absolute verse jason methinks) yeah. hell no. you don't get to lay eyes on them, and you don't hear a breath about them. you just wonder what got into your sweet lover after the act.

okay now for the more fun situation. either 1) said alternate jason(s) are not 'less damaged goods' or 2) jason is very healthy and secure in his relationship and attachment, and figures in a way, he can trust his literal self, right?

lets talk about the jasons we're working with (and how i'm going to signal difference). main continuum jason, aka your jason, aka mc!jason for this piece. jason who never went through the lazarus pit, just had a close call with joker, but retained his teen years with the wayne family, aka sound minded, sm!jason. and last but NOT least, absolute verse jason, aka av!jason. (who, if you have not read the comic, is VERY different in very interesting ways but essentially came from high society not the street i won't spoil anything else but GO READ IT!!)

the three are walking down gotham after a fight. they'd figured out the interdimensional accident, and it seemed like it was something that would resolve itself easy and soon, they just didn't know exactly when. they'd also just handled a fight, pretty easy and with no issues or injury.

"i'm beat," mc!jason sighs, rolling his neck out as they walked. the other two chimed in murmured agreements, all exhausted very obviously. mc!jason let out a groan when he realized the other side of his predicament.

"shit. you two don't have anywhere to stay. i doubt you could get a hotel, and- no way would bats let you stay at the manor." he grumbled unhappily. the other two just listen, looking at one another for just a second, waiting for a solution to be offered instead of him just crossing off non options.

a moment longer of quiet dilemma from mc!jason, and he's finally halting to turn to them, bringing a hand up to rub at his neck. "... i guess you two can come stay with me and [ - ]," he said, tentative and clearly mostly unsured.

av!jason raised a brow, and shared a look with sm!jason, before the latter spoke. "... who's that?"

mc!jason did blink, surprise flooding his face instead. ".... my- er, our, whatever, partner?" he explained rockily. "... you guys don't have [ - ]?"

mc!jason explains on the walk back. about his lover, his partner. how they met. their family. how long they go back, and the other two don't seem to have a semblance of this person in their worlds, to their knowledge in the least.

eventually, they get to about a block from your shared apartment. mc!jason decided he's hungry enough to stop by a convenience store a block out of the way, and av!jason seconds the idea. the former figuring that you were asleep at this hour. because of that assumption, they end up letting sm!jason go on ahead, with directions and the key to yours and mc!jason's apartment.

mc!jason wasn't wrong to think you'd be out like a light by now. usually, you were. but tonight you were only just about to fall asleep when you heard the front door open. keys rattling, boots being kicked off.

and to your defense, sm!jason looks just like yours. maybe the scarring in a few different places, softer eyes and no white streak... but in the next to nothing lighting of your apartment. identical.

which is why you bounded right up to him easily. sm!jason didn't know how to react, and didn't have time to before you were curling arms around his neck and tugging him into a kiss with a murmured greeting. he didn't even have to say anything. you were used to mc!jason coming home too beat to talk.

sm!jason felt bad, naturally. but it wasn't like he was far off from being the man you knew and loved, and he didn't know how much of the universe altering dimensional mix up he could divulge to a civilian, he rationalized against the smallest guilt stirring. you pulled him through the apartment. into the bedroom you shared with mc!jason. sm!jason didn't know where, or even how to protest in any way as you undid his uniform, redressing him in sleep clothes of mc!jason's....

just sm!jason letting himself be pushed and pulled around by mc!jason's lover. he didn't even feel like much of a stranger in the moment, being received with such familiarity, and he is wishing he had a you back in his life. he also still hadn't made any move to stop you.

when mc!jason and av!jason walk through the door, they do manage to do so entirely quietly. not that it'd matter. your white noise was on in the bedroom, tell tale sign of you being fast asleep- so imagine mc!jason's surprise when he steps into the room to grab clothes for him and the other two- just to see you and sm!jason in bed. you straddling over the others' hips, your own canting energetically. instead of being pissed or startled, mc!jason just lets out an amused huff at seeing how awkwardly sm!jason's hands are hovering inches from your hips instead of touching. av!jason peers into the room at the scene as well.

mc!jason cleared his throat to make his presence known. it took about five minutes of explanation for you to settle from the startle again, but you had learned to be adaptable in dating jason, so you weren't as freaked out as you were interested in the metrics of a multidimension.

and then you remembered dry humping your not-boyfriend in the bed you did share with your boyfriend. all four of you are comfortable sat talking on the bed, but when you recall that from minutes ago, you curl up and duck into mc!jason's side.

"that's so embarrassing," you complain. "'m so sorry jay-" he cuts you off fast. a gentle hand in your hair. "hey- relax. you didn't know. and if you had to grind on an intruder, i'm glad it was still me in a way. it's like you know you're universally mine," mc!jason coaxed and teased, receiving you easily against his side, but not minding.

"i am really sorry about that still-" sm!jason offered quietly, eyes downcast to the ground. av!jason let out a playful huff. "sure you are."

"besides," mc!jason picks up again. "they don't have you in their worlds. something tragic, really, i couldn't survive that. nice of you to give him a little taste of how good i've got it, right..?"

"not fair that i didn't get to see as well." av!jason murmured. sensing where this was going and trying to sink his teeth into the oppurtunity and run with it. "that's true- pretty unfair. my sweetheart isn't anything unfair, you'd never let someone feel left out, right hon...?" mc!jason continued. an obvious allowance for an out, if you wanted. but prompting the situation and his approval of it.

you understood. a bit nervous of it, but also interested in the prompting. "n-no- i'd never," "then don't." mc!jason said simply, giving you a soft push over to av!jason.

half an hour later. and you were situated like this. laying back comfortably against mc!jason, his chest to your back and thick arms secure around him. he'd been letting the other two tag team foreplay with you that whole 30 minutes while he gave instruction and kept you settled and reassured.

now you were soaking. you liked to ravish every bit of jason on a good day- and now there was way more of him and not enough of you to go around. but they made it work. av!jason was situated kneeled between your parted legs, hand wrapped around the base of his cock as he pushed the tip around the entrance of your core. sm!jason had the lower half of his face pressed to your thigh, getting a close up show of the prologue teasing, as his hips tilted not so subtle against the mattress.

you're actually, blissfully relaxed. comfortable hugging mc!jason's arm, wound up in wanting a release but also not frustrated by the current level of stimulation. av!jason pushed his hips forward, his hand aiding in keeping aim against the tight squeeze, letting out a low groan.

"yeaaah. doin' good for us. for me." mc!jason murmured against the shell of your ear as av!jason started to set an increasing pace. everything was warm. sm!jason's mouth was working up your thigh now, and mc!jason's palm was settling heavy and unfair on your abdomen, pressing down on the motion underneath currently stirring up your core and only intensifying the feeling thereof.

sm!jason is very overtly fucking his hips down onto the mattress, wedging himself up high enough now to get his lips and tongue on your clit and go insane on his motions there.

you all reshuffled the positioning and dynamics the several times through the night. no one's climax took long at any point that you did, and not one of the three had to do so without you tight and warm around them. sm!jason and av!jason definitely understand why their other dimensional self is so addicted to you, they could absolutely see themselves falling into the same throes.

but at the end of that night, and every night both before and after the universe corrected his doubles to their own worlds and lives, you knew plenty well that your jason was the one you always came from came home to.

a.n. i hope i didn't lose the smut in the lore. sorry if this was confusing i did my best to keep the three obviously their own person (pun intended) so i hope it wasn't too bad. anyways this was spectacular i'm going to write more dimensional mix ups (see: spiderverse meets dc esque... hint hint...)

[duchess0fmalfi]

roy x reader x jason

a/n: my last post about jayroy x reader was more about the guys pouncing on reader lol, this is more about reader and roy sharing jason >:)

you and roy had been dating for a few months, and you might as well have been dating his best friend too.

you didn't necessarily mind it, but it was hard to ignore the fact that he was always around. at roy's apartment despite having his own, at the bar sidled up right beside you both, even sometimes at your apartment—though he cited knowing where you lived being due to how much time roy spent there.

you always welcomed jason with open arms, and now with open legs as roy instructed him on how to go down on a woman.

you sat on roy's bed and leant back on your elbows with jason's head shoved on your pussy. it was pretty clear that he had never done something like this before; he was mostly kissing on and giving kitten licks to your entrance. it felt good, but you needed more.

luckily, roy knew your body like the back of his hand, and he was eager to help jason get to know you too. he grabbed a fistful of jason's hair and pulled him away from your pussy just enough for him to look at it.

"jaybird, c'mon. right here." roy spread apart your labia majora with two fingers, revealing the puffy clit underneath. "you know what that is, right?" jason's face became ruddy with embarrassment as he avoided both your faces.

he only gave a gruff and unconvincing "y-yeah. i do," in response. you almost cooed reflexively at his timid behaviour. who knew that this six foot hunk of mass could be so pliable?

roy smiled at jason's response before shoving jason's face back down. "use your tongue, then. don't be scared."

jason obeyed without objection and went down on you with newfound zeal. his tongue picked up a relentless place as it lathered your clit with his spit as roy gently eased a finger inside you, curling it against your g-spot.

both men collaborating on ensuring your pleasure was unbelievably arousing—you came with a scream that left your throat feeling slightly sore.

your release coated jason's face with a translucent sheen he desperately tried to lick off his lips. you watched with low-lidded eyes as roy pulled out his finger and wagged it before jason, who eagerly took it into his mouth and sucked your come off of it.

when he was done, roy slipped his finger into his own mouth and sucked gently before speaking into the room.

"let's show you how to make love, then."

looks like he wanted to lead by example on this one.

i would sacrifice my first born to watch jason and roy make out and dry hump each other, actually.

[truestaim]

arkham knight making you squirt

no because he does it on purpose. makes u drink water alll day, eats you out for over an hour too. he keeps you in a mating press while he fucks you, absolutely bruising your cervix. you've been whining and creaming around him and it's just not enough "c'mon baby... give me what i want and then you get a break" he laughs when you shake your head, voice breaking a little, "i cant!" and he sounds like he's genuinely being motivational "oh sure you can baby... c'mon" and he lifts your hips slightly, slamming against your g-spot over and over. sure, the whole compound can probably hear you, and you won't be able to walk tomorrow, but when you feel the wetness drenching the small space between you two and head jasons little "that's it... that's my fuckin' girl. make a mess f'me" over the fog of it all, it seems worth it.

[cha0ticstranger]

could you do a part two from the age gap gator headcanons? i'm really loving this darker side of gator. 🐊♥️

click for part one! cw: age gap relationship. mention of traditional gender roles. gator kind of being a creep. p in v, unprotected creampie - wrap it before you tap it. attempted forced pregnancy. no overtly physical description of reader, but it is implied that gator is taller. had to consult my irl on the plot. everyone thank your real ones. this is a work of fiction. i do not condone this behavior.

From that evening on, there wasn't a day that went by when you didn't see or hear from Gator Tillman. He'd become practically obsessed with you, and wasn't afraid to be seen with you around the town. He figured it was better for folks to realize that Gator was off the menu, even though he'd never formally asked you to be sweethearts.

Any night free was date night, and Gator dotted on you without thought. He'd pick up the bill, pick you up straight from the front door — he did everything you thought him to inept at. In your mind, it was a summer fling, and you would wait until August to define what a relationship with Gator meant.

Gator prided himself on his patience. He waited a whole two weeks before attempting to initiate anything outside of making out in his back seat. He felt nineteen again each time you tugged him into the back cab of the truck to swap spit.

It's a Saturday night, and dinner finished a little early. Gator had to be at the station after work tomorrow, which meant seeing very little of you. As he drove down the familiar highways, his large hand came to settle at your thigh, lightly squeezing the flesh.

You're eyes flicked to the clock on the dash – 8PM. While you were adult and didn't have a set curfew, you tried to be respectful and be in the house at least by 11PM. The ache between your thighs urged you stay longer, and from the bulge in Gator's pants, he obviously felt the same. So you finally gave him the go ahead.

Gator drove the two of you straight back to the Ranch. The hands were finished with the chores for the day, and Gator's shed was secluded enough from the main ranch. If neither of you were too loud, then it wouldn't be a problem.

It was obscene, the way Gator took you. None of the boys at school had been half as skilled as Gator was. He didn't just finger you to loosen you up; he dove straight into your soaked cunt like it was his last meal. He had you seeing stars between his tongue, fingers, and soon, his cock.

Gator made a move for his nightstand, his face falling when he reach into the empty box of condoms. Unknown to you, he'd planned just for that. The fucker even ditched his emergency condom in the restaurant bathroom, "Fuck, I don't have a condom..." "That's okay," You chuckled, your hand tugging him back by his elbow. He kisses you through the stretch of his girthy cock, stilling every inch to check on you before he pushes in further. You're nearly flushed, eyebrows twitching at every roll of his hips. Gator licks into your mouth when you gasp, feeling him fill you completely.

It's not too much longer before the two of you teeter on the edge. His thumbs dig into the flesh of your hip, surely leaving bruises in their wake. Gator grunts, "Fuck. Wh-where do you want my cum?" "In-inside," You gasp, fingers twisting into the navy bed sheets underneath you. Your fucked out expression and needy tone push him over the edge. You feel his balls tighten as he buries himself to the hilt, stuffing you with his cum.

After that, Gator's fucking his cum back into you at least once a week. It becomes a basic need to watch how fucking creamy your pussy gets as he fucks you through your orgasm. And despite the lewd acts between you, you're suddenly the most discussed couple in Lehigh.

When August comes, everything takes a fucking nose dive. Roy's been inviting your father over more often, inviting your mother to join with Karen too. The rumor mill is turning, but no one's addressed. You supposed to be heading back for your junior year of college next week and you know that you have to have the dreaded conversation with Gator.

You call him to come over while your parents are out for the evening. Gator pulls up and lets himself in. He picked up take out on the way, and has an additional bag hanging from his arm. You take it from him and the contents inside leave you confused. It's a pregnancy test – a two pack. "Gates, why did you get these?" You ask, presenting the box to him. "Huh?" Gator acts aloof, but he craves to know if his seed has taken. In his mind, there's just gotta be a bun in the oven. He gives you a practiced smile, "I figured its better to be safe than sorry." You can't help but laugh at his explanation, but you realize as his face falls in confusion that you never explained your birth control to him, "Gator, I have a IUD." "What?" "I'm on birth control," You give him a look. Gator looks ready to blow a fuse, brows knit together like you'd personally scorned him, "Fuck you mean you're on birth control? You let me cum in you and didn't think to share that?" "Um, yeah? Why the hell would I let you do that if there's not some sort of protection?"

Gator sees red, your betrayal hitting him like a freight train. The whole time you'd been hiding this from him. Anger clouds what little judgement he has, his ego already damaged, "Why?" "Why?" You mimic, starting to grow wary of his shock, "Because I have to go back to school, Gator. I wasn't gonna let a baby get in front of my education." "You mean you're going back?" He takes a step closer, sizing you up. Your eyes dart across the expanse of his chest and shoulders before flicking back up to his face, "Of course I am?" "And what for?" Gator scoffs, fists settling against his hips, "No reason to go back for your MRS degree when I'm right here."

Your face drains of all color at his statement. What a fucking tool... "I– Do you think I went to school out of state just to find a husband?" "Well, you've always had a habit of acting like you were too good for the fellas of Stark County," Gator sneered, reaching to take your arm. You stepped back, pulling away from him. That only made Gator's expression sour further, "C'mon, sugar, don't be like that." "No, no," You shook your head, "Get the hell out of my house." "Now, darlin', let me explain—" "I don't need your half-assed bullshit, you– you really thought you were just gonna baby trap me? Pin me down here the rest of my life?" You glared at him incredulously. "What's so wrong with being stuck here? You haven't complained about it all damn summer," Gator's shoulders straighten, his baseball cap casting a shadow across his face.

You march over to the front door, throwing it open, "Get the hell out! I don't want to fucking see you again—" "You don't speak to me like that," Gator barks, his large hand snagging at your wrist, "Shut your fuckin' mouth." "Oh, I thought you liked it wide opened," You crassly commented, attempting to pry his iron hold off your forearm.

The argument continues, heated words exchanged until a distinct voice cuts through the chaos. Both you and Gator look to the man standing at the bottom of the front porch stairs — Sheriff Tillman. "Well what seems to be the trouble here?"

@cha0ticstranger - please like, comment, & reblog if you enjoyed haha :)

[cha0ticstranger]

Thinking about Gator and reader with an age gap. Like the reader is 20 and he is 27. Gator is interested in her, and he wants her to be his. He wants to get her pregnant so she would have to live with him at the ranch. If you're comfortable with that, could you do headcannons of what it would be like?

purrrrr... i can see the vision. here's some headcanons to outline the start of gator's desire for a younger woman.

cw: the start of an age gap relationship. mention of traditional gender roles. gator kind of being a creep. no smut yet. no overtly physical description of reader, but it is implied that gator is taller. this is a work of fiction. i do not condone this behavior.

Gator Tillman knows (thinks) that he could get any little piece o' ass he wanted within the Stark County limits. His name, reputation, and dick would certainly agree with that assessment.

In the past, Gator didn't do relationships. He'd hardly call the girls he'd see friends with benefits, because he was never really friends with them. He didn't care to be tied down either, which is why one shouldn't be surprised to hear that Gator religiously uses condoms. He can't just get any broad knocked up. He has to consider the next generation of the Tillman legacy, and Roy won't let him forget that.

Gator never had much interest in you, the baby sister of one of the farmhands. You had always been a kid who ran her mouth too much and needed a severe reality check. It didn't help that puberty hadn't been the kindest in your transition from girl to teen to woman.

It'd been a few years since you graduated, and you'd left Lehigh to go to some fancy college, according to your brother. You were a kid with dreams — something Gator would scoff at.

That is, until two years pass and it's June in North Dakota, where the days are stretching longer, and the county hosts the annual town fair. Gator always got stuck flanked at Roy's side for all the damn speeches the Sheriff had to give.

He spots you from the side stage, easily distracted as his father rambles on about the importance of tradition and the family. You're sandwiched between your parents, with your older brother off to the side with his fiancée. Of course, you're home for the wedding.

And of course, the awkward kid he thought he knew has disappeared, replaced by a woman. A woman who probably didn't have much experience, if Gator were to assume.

And assume he would, especially as his eyes rake over your little summer sun dress. It's a soft baby blue that lands at your mid-thigh. A length that feels hardly appropriate when he's suddenly got a full view of your legs and how the fabric pushes against your chest to give a tease of cleavage.

Gator has to shift his position to hide the bulge that is tucked into his camo cargo pants.

Two days later, Gator spots you running some errands in the main square of Lehigh. And once again, you're just teasing him with another sun dress, one that's far more casual.

In the pharmacy, he makes a point of running into you in a lonesome aisle. "Well, I'll be... if it ain't little miss sunshine," Gator smirks, casually blocking your route by standing in the middle of the aisle. Your eyes cut up to meet his as you nod, "Deputy." "Deputy?" He chuckles, "Sugar, don't ya remember my name? Didn't forget about ol' Gatey while you were away, didja?"

Gator is laying the charm on thick. Usually, the women his age would roll their eyes or brush him off completely, knowing that he was never going to really settle down until his daddy made him. But he remembered you always being a little more innocent, even recalled your brother talking about how your parents really sheltered you.

"Well, you're the Deputy Sheriff," you said, casually shrugging. "And I was the Deputy Sheriff when you left," Gator takes half a step closer, "But that didn't exactly stop you from giving me lip then."

When he's this close, Gator can see a little more clearly and admires everything you're working with. Exactly everything he's looking for in a wife... Wife? The thought nearly ruins his composure because of every word he used to describe women before; his future wife certainly wasn't one of them.

In the silence, you make a move to leave, giving him a quick wave as you depart for the checkout counter. Gator quickly catches your wrist as you brush past, and the breath catches in your chest. You glance back up at him like a kid in trouble. "Rude to leave without a goodbye," Gator hums, eyes dragging across your face, committing this new version of you to memory. You nod your head as he releases you, "Have a nice evening, deputy." "You too, sugar," Gator winks, nodding for you to get a move on.

The next time you see Gator is on the Tillman Ranch. Sheriff Tillman liked to give back to his farmhands by hosting a yearly summer dinner to which their families were also invited.

Everyone's scattered across a number of tables when your family finally arrives. Gator is quick to notice and leisurely jogs over to greet your folks and then your brother.

And then you're in front of him again, in another goddamn dress that shows the right amount of leg to get him going. Instead of another flowy little number, you've opted for a denim dress with a little more structure and a bandana situated perfectly on your head.

If your appearance doesn't have him ready to get you alone for a few minutes tonight, then the image of you holding a perfect plate of cookies definitely makes him ready to fold on the spot. "These fer me?" Gator teases as he moves to take the tray from you. What a gentleman... "They're for the party," You quickly correct, but flash him a kind smile. And your smile is a dead giveaway that you haven't noticed the hunger in Gator's gaze when he looks at you. You follow him over to the dessert table, "But of course, you're welcome to try one. I won't snitch."

"Good," Gator hums as he snatches one off the plate, biting into the soft cookie. He nearly groans because, damn, can you bake. He'd be content to just go ahead and throw you over his shoulder to take back to his barn over yonder. He could keep you there — the perfect little wife who bakes for him and takes care of him.

"So... what do ya think?" You hummed, cocking your head to the side. Gator tries not to release a satisfied groan, delighted by your eagerness to please him. He swallows and offers a bite to you. You freeze, innocent confusion painting your brow. His eyes slowly flick between your own and the cookie until you finally take the hint. You lean forward, taking the smallest bite you could while maintaining a respectful distance. Gator gives you a pleased smile before he raises a hand, brushing a crumb from the corner of your mouth. "They're perfect, sugar," He all but purrs, determination coursing through his veins to make his recent fantasies a reality.

@cha0ticstranger

p.s — i'm considering continuing with more headcanons following this plot and kind of making it a summer fling. any interest in seeing more?

[twentytomidnight]

(NSFW/18+ only)

man. i bet jason likes fucking you on the motorcycle on your back. wearing his helmet so he can see your breath fog up on the mask, harsh and stuttering as he sinks his cock into you. bet he loves husking in that rough voice of his, "yeah, takin' me alright, sweetheart?"

just to watch the way that you seem to burn under his touch. squirm against him as he keeps you trapped under the rough weight of his body. keeps you there, knowing you can hear the smirk in his voice even though you can't see it; even though all you can focus on is his cock.

"jason—i—"—you stutter, but there's nothing you can do but trail off into a broken moan as he thrusts into you again, keeping you and the bike steady with the ease of a muscular arm. caging you in. keeping you trapped.

"yeah, thought so," he'll taunt, "now let's see as you handle the ride."

->so glad i made everything 18+ on this account lol

[truestaim]

ak!jason is just so fucking nasty

he gets off on your humiliation, he's very obviously on a power trip and the way you whimper, whine and beg for him makes it no better. he stands you up in front of mirrors, his gloved fingers moving at a pace that was almost torture. "don't look at me, look at that cunt... greedy." he fingers you until you're dripping down his gloves, laughs when your legs start to shake under you " 'm not done. stand up straight"

he's meaner while he fucks you too, it's never gentle with him, never slow and loving. he tugs your head back and laughs at how fast your mouth opens, tongue darting out as if he hadn't trained you that way, as if he wouldn't have forced it open. he spits in your mouth and makes you gag on his fingers as if he wasn't practically splitting you open. "you like that? y'get tighter every time you gag... fuckin' whore"

UGH and then he cums in you and just lets it drip onto the floor, he's standing behing you, still holding you up while he drips between your legs, kissing his teeth as if the mess wasn't his fault. "tsk, youre wasting it, you want more? gotta learn how to fucking keep it"

[bloomcissa]

jason’s wet dream!

your trying to wake him but, but he has other plans | fem!reader, smut & fluff, he's whiny in this

Jason’s got a soft look on his face while he sleeps, lips parted and chest rising and falling peacefully. Nothing like the wild, haunted eyes that meet yours right after patrol. Or the harsh breaths he takes when panic claws through his chest.

This Jason was yours. Untouched by cruel hands and crueler words. Your Jason only knew soft mornings, where sunlight spilled in and your fingers brushed through his unruly dark locks.

You wanted to let him sleep longer. But even more so, you wanted to look into his pretty eyes and see them soften like you were his world.

Which you knew you were.

“Jay,” you whisper.

He was practically on top of you, cheek smushed against your head, muscular arms wound tightly around you as you lay on your back.

It’s suffocating in the best way. For him to be so close to you meant he felt safe.

“Come on, wake up. M'hungry,” you murmur gently.

He groans, moving his head to bury his face in the crook of your neck. One of his hands moves from your waist to your stomach and up to your chest as if making sure you were here.

Your thoughts slide to a halt when you feel his hand cup your boob. Is he—

“Jason?” you try again, weakly. The man was using your boob as a stress ball.

“Five more minutes, sweetheart,” he mumbles and squeezes again. The thin fabric of your shirt does nothing to keep the heat of his touch away.

“Oh, um…” Your cheeks burn.

He lets out another sleepy sigh and mumbles something under his breath. Something that sounds far too much like, “You’re so good to me, baby.”

You close your eyes. He’s definitely having a wet dream.

Muffling a tiny giggle, you shift slightly, trying to wiggle out of his hold. Instead, his grip tightens, keeping you pressed down to the sheets.

He moves then, trying to get even closer, his hard on pressing against your thigh and making him whine.

“Oh my god.” Mouth to the ceiling, a giddy smile on your face.

You reach out to play with his hair. Pausing for a moment, you wonder what he’d do if you tugged on it.

Naturally, you do just that. A tiny groan leaves him, his hips grinding against your thigh. You feel his lips against the curve of your neck, just resting there.

“You’re gonna be so mortified when you wake up,” you mumble, combing his hair back lovingly.

A tiny, soft sigh escapes him, and suddenly you don’t want to wake him.

So you let him sleep, occasionally pressing a kiss to his forehead while he whines and grinds his hard and aching dick against your thigh.

masterlist

idk i’ve had this in my drafts for months

[truestaim]

clark kent, who literally never curses during sex, he'll mutter out a little "oh gosh" from time to time, maybe even a "geez, baby" when things feel especially intense. it takes a lot to take him even close. a night when he's so far gone in the feeling of you, when you've already cum three times around him, and you're dangerously close to a fourth. unlike clark, you've been spewing profanities since he started, ignoring the disapproving glances he'd give from on top of you. it doesnt take much, one particularly deep thrust, a broken moan spilling from your lips and clark finally letting himself finish inside of you, his lips pressed to your skin, hands too tight at your hips and that subtle, breathless "oh my... oh ffff... fuck i- meant to... oh gosh" and you can't even be too bothered about how sore you'd be the next day because clark kent just said fuck.

[truestaim]

maraaaa so happy you are back queen... was wondering if u had any ak! jason thoughts maybe where he spits in the readers mouth

hi mhm exactly u get it.

he gets off on your humiliation, he's very obviously on a power trip and the way you whimper, whine and beg for him makes it no better. he stands you up in front of mirrors, his gloved fingers moving at a pace that was almost torture. "don't look at me, look at that cunt... greedy." he fingers you until you're dripping down his gloves, laughs when your legs start to shake under you " 'm not done. stand up straight"

he's meaner while he fucks you too, it's never gentle with him, never slow and loving. he tugs your head back and laughs at how fast your mouth opens, tongue darting out as if he hadn't trained you that way, as if he wouldn't have forced it open. he spits in your mouth and makes you gag on his fingers as if he wasn't practically splitting you open. "you like that? y'get tighter every time you gag... fuckin' whore"

UGH and then he cums in you and just lets it drip onto the floor, he's standing behing you, still holding you up while he drips between your legs, kissing his teeth as if the mess wasn't his fault. "tsk, youre wasting it, you want more? gotta learn how to fucking keep it"

[verytyphoonfun]

Sheltered farmboy Clark hates doggy with a passion. He thinks it’s degrading to women, and he hates it because he can’t see your pretty face. He wants to see your hazy eyes after a good fuck, wants to kiss you when he cums.

But you beg and plead and even cry. He trusted you for everything else, why not this?! You even give him the silent treatment for exactly 18 minutes. That’s enough to break him.

So Clark bends you over on your bed, apologizing profusely. His mama would smack him over the head for treating his girl like this. But he can’t deny how good you look, ass perked up in the air. You wiggle impatiently too.

Clark can see everything as he nudges your lips apart with the tip, how it glistens with each pass. He can watch as he slowly presses in, your puffy pussy struggling to take every thick inch. Your cute hole back there winks back at him too.

Clark settles his hands on your waist, slowly pushing into you. You gasp at the feeling; he’s so thick and long, and this position has him in your lungs. But when you nod weakly and tell him to move, all that blurs along with your vision.

It’s perfect, the angle hitting the right spots just enough to have you keening. You push back against his every thrust, your pussy soaking everything. There’s soft little plaps as his balls smack against your clit, and each one has your breath catching. Clark shifts his angle, just to get a better seat on his knees.

“Right there!” You cry out in a strangled whimper. You can feel his tip pressing on a new spot, right against the back. You go boneless and collapse face first. “There, Clarkie!”

Your desperate whimper has Clark whimpering too,. You can feel his hands tight on your waist, bringing you back. Clark’s staring at that little frothy ring around the base of his cock, and something snaps. He goes harder, knocking each whimper out of you with a groan of his own. Clark’s hand drifts to your clit, rubbing soft circles and sending you flying into your orgasm. Usually this is when Clark would stop .

But Clark’s too entranced with how your pussy nearly refuses to let go as he pulls back. He’ll even brush a thumb over your spread folds, and come at the sight of your pussy fluttering.

Later, when you’re spent with his seed dripping outof you, Clark will fuss over you. He’ll apologize for going too hard and too long.

“Next time, pull my hair,” You mumble .

Clark turns bright red at that, and protests amidst gasps and sputters. But the twitch of his cock against his thigh means you’ll get your way once again.

[coasthaze]

what if do you have 2stepbro gator and steve

and they both desire you but they are assholes

the three of us

۶ৎ pairing - gator tillman x reader x steve harrington

۶ৎ cw - 18+ MDNI NSFW | threesome (?) , p in v, oral (m!receiving), just pure smut okay

۶ৎ from lacy - what the fuck im obsessed

you stepped into the living room after a long shift, the house quiet except for the low hum of the tv and the heavy tension that always seemed to linger whenever steve and gator were both home.

your stepbrothers. assholes, both of them, always circling you like sharks.

steve with his stupidly perfect hair, and gator with his stupidly...perfectly slicked-back gelled hair.

they both wanted you. bad. and they made sure you knew it.

"look who finally showed up," steve drawled from the couch, legs spread wide, patting the spot between him and gator. "c'mere. you look like you need to sit down."

gator snorted, leaning back with his arms crossed, his jaw tight. "or maybe she needs someone who actually knows how t'take care o' her. not some washed up jock who still thinks he's hot shit."

"fuck off, alligator," steve shot back, eyes narrowing. "she's been eyeing me all week. right, baby? you want a real man, not this soon-to-be chrome dome tillman."

you rolled your eyes but your heart raced. they fought like this constantly, throwing jabs, shoving each other when you were around, both trying to stake some claim. it was exhausting. and kinda hot. "you two are ridiculous," you muttered, but you still walked over, sinking onto the couch between them because the pull was too strong.

gator's hand landed on your thigh first, squeezing possessively. "see? she came right t'us. maybe she wants both of us t'night. huh, sweetheart?"

steve's fingers tangled in your hair, tugging your head toward him. "don't listen to him. i'll make you feel so good you forget his name." his lips crashed against yours, hungry and demanding, tongue pushing in like he owned you. gator growled low in his throat, yanking you back by the waistband of your shorts.

"my fuckin' turn." gator kissed you harder, rougher, teeth nipping at your bottom lip while his hand slid up under your shirt, palming your breast. steve didn't back down, attacking your neck instead, sucking marks right where everyone would see tomorrow.

" assholes," you gasped between kisses, but your body arched into both of them, heat pooling between your legs.

"yeahh? but you love it," steve whispered hot against your skin, voice dripping smug. "look at you. getting wet for us like a little slut."

gator chuckled darkly, fingers dipping into your shorts and finding you soaked. "f-fuck... she's drippin'. bet you've been thinkin' 'bout this, haven't ya? both of us filling ya up."

they didn't wait for an answer. clothes came off in a messy rush, shirts tossed, your shorts yanked down your legs. steve pushed you onto your back on the couch, spreading your thighs wide while gator knelt beside your head, freeing his cock. it was thick, veiny, already leaking. steve's was just as impressive, long and pretty as he stroked himself watching you.

"who do you want first?" steve asked, rubbing the head of his cock against your slick folds, teasing.

"me" gator growled, fisting your hair and guiding your mouth to him. "suck it, baby. show yer big brother how good that mouth is."

you moaned around gator's length as he pushed in, stretching your lips. he groaned loud, hips twitching. "s-shit..so warm..just like that, y-yeah..."

steve finally thrust into you, bottoming out in one smooth stroke that made you choke on gator. "goddamn, you're tight. taking me so fucking well." he started pounding into you, hard and deep, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. every thrust pushed you further onto gator's cock, making you gag and drool.

they were relentless, trading insults even now. "go harder, harrington, she can take it," gator taunted, fucking your face steadily. "or are you gonna tap out already?"

"shut the fuck up and enjoy her throat," steve snapped back, gripping your hips bruisingly as he railed you. "she's clenching around me like she wants me to breed her."

you whimpered, tears pricking your eyes from the overwhelming fullness, pleasure sparking white hot through your body. gator pulled out of your mouth with a wet pop, stroking himself as he watched steve destroy your pussy. "switch. i need to feel her."

they flipped you like you weighed nothing. gator hauled you onto his lap, sinking you down onto his thick cock with a guttural moan. "fuuuuck...so much tighter than i imagined. that's iiit..ride me."

steve stood in front of you, feeding his cock back into your mouth while gator bounced you on his lap, hands gripping your ass. "that's it..gooood girl. taking both us like you were fuckin made for it."

the rhythm got messy, desperate. gator thrusting up hard, steve fucking your throat, their hands everywhere, pinching, slapping, squeezing. you came first, shaking and crying out around steve, pussy fluttering wildly around gator.

"shiiiitt, she's cumming..gonna make me cum too," gator stuttered, voice breaking. "where do ya want it, huuhh?"

steve pulled out of your mouth, stroking fast. "inside. fill her up."

they didn't hold back. gator came deep inside you with a broken groan, pumping rope after rope while steve painted your face and tits, marking you as theirs. you collapsed between them, spent and sticky, breathing ragged.

you swallow. "i'm not gonna be able to walk for a few days,"

"good." the two say at the same time.

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[aria-lacrimosa]

Jason Todd (18+)

Thinking about Jason Todd who sometimes likes to get a little mean when he fucks you. His voice sweet and warm when he calls you his "cute little fucking slut".

 His fingers on your already sensitive, aching clit as he pushes you through two, three, four orgasms just to watch the way your eyes fill with tears and your thighs tremble at every touch.

The way he'd shove his fingers in your mouth as he fucks you, asking you questions and then laughing when you try to answer but can't as his fingers fuck your mouth, all covered in your spit that he smears on your trembling, swollen lips.

How he'd fuck you from behind, his cock slamming into you relentlessly as you moan and whimper and whine, your sensitive and soaked pussy clenching around him when his hand slaps your ass just to watch you jolt, just to hear the broken little moan it drags from your lips. One of his hands in your hair to pull your head back, making your back arch so deliciously for him.

The way he'd bite at your shoulders while his thrusts never stop, breathlessly laughing about how damn needy and desperate you sound. The way he'd keep you right on the edge of coming, edging you until you're begging through desperate and frustrated tears to let you come. His dark, rumbling chuckle as he grinds his cock into you slow and deep, hands on your thighs with enough force to leave bruises you'd admire later. The way he'd fuck you so slow just because he loves the way you beg for him.

[rottenbites]

DUNCAN WHO FUCKS YOU IN A HEADLOCK

ooo this gentle giant … gimme that cookie right now

“i’m sorry. i’m sorry, m’lady. so fucking sorry.”

the position dunk had you in was brutalizing, your hands clawing at his forearm as he held you in a headlock, his other arm splayed across your stomach, pushing your back into his front. you both were kneeled on his bedroll, the fire light dancing across tree bark and soft grass as your moans echoed throughout the air.

duncan had pounced on you the second you came back from cleaning off in the stream, a little shy in the fact he watched the water trickle down your breasts as you washed yourself, yet unabashed in the way he fucked you relentless. his oversized cock split you in a half, each rut of his hips leaving you a whimpering and mewling mess.

“o-oh god,” you cried, dunk’s hold getting softer as gasps of air spit from your lips. all though he couldn’t help his desires, this was still dunk — your dunk, and he would never hurt you.

breath tickling your neck, duncan’s moans were loud in your ear, the sounds of his pleasure stirring you on further. you loved the way he fell apart, each fibre of his being submitting to you as he made his only goal to make you feel good.

“i swear on my honour,” dunk whispered, his voice coarse with pleasure. “that i will never hurt you. you’re my girl, okay? remember that.”

[thewritetofreespeech]

To the Victor

Variant!Marks x f!reader

tags: dark content, dub con, kidnapping, yandere/possessive themes, breeding kink, group sex, mind break, mentions of mass murder [no more than the show]

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“It’s my turn!”

“Fuck you.” The yellow & black clad Mark cursed with a laugh as he continued to pound into you; though it was kind of hard to tell who was who with their costumes off. “You’ll get a turn when I say you do.”

“That’s not what we agreed.” The alternate hissed as he pushed his long hair out of his face. “You guys all suck….”

“Not really. But this one certainly does.” Mohawk Mark laughed in perverse pleasure at tormenting his alternate and fucking your throat. “Almost as good as my [Y/N]….”

The Marks had laid siege to Earth and were working on conquering it for their own. Cities crumbling under the might of the Invincibles. Getting a taste of what could have been. The only thing that seemed to delay their total domination of Earth was you and their need to be inside you.

You couldn’t remember which one of them found you originally, your mind all but blank now as it was in a state of constant overstimulation, but they brought you here. Apparently, there is a ‘you’ in every dimension, and for some of them that unlocked a lot of feelings some of them were not prepared to deal with or separate from. The boys eventually turned your capture into a game of ‘whoever destroyed the most stuff wins’ and the prize would be the next one to fuck you.

“Don’t say stupid shit like that.” You whimper as Mark thrust hard inside you. Hard enough to hurt. “You’re throwing me off.”

Mohawk Mark laughed. “What? Don’t you still have a [Y/N] back home? Or did you kill her too you fucking psycho.”

The Mark fucking your cunt growled and lunged forward to grab his mohawk mirror by the throat and slam him into a wall. Pulling himself and his twin from you with obscene, wet pops. Your lungs expand fully for the first time in a while, and you shutter as your over stimulated body is suddenly left empty. “Take it back!”

A fight ensued. Common, and no one steps in to help or break it up. If anything, one takes the opportunity to move in on his quarry. “My turn.”

Mark pushed his long hair out of his face again with a smile as he parted your legs and thrust his cock in where his alter had just been. “Hey!” The alternate shouted as he kept his mohawk self at bay with one arm. “I wasn’t done!”

“You snooze you lose.” You whine as the Mark now inside you grabbed your tits. This one liked to play with them every time you had sex. A lot of them did. Your nipples seemed hard all the time now and constantly sore from being played with so much. “Hey, you want in on this? Her mouth is free.”

“Pass.” A somber, sullen-looking Mark dressed in white, the armor of his father’s people, clipped back. “Using their mouth is a waste of time.”

“Tsk. You’re too good for blowies then?” You cry out as Mark’s hips snapped forward faster. Perhaps to make a point. Perhaps just to make your tits bounce.

The other Mark just frowned. “No. But it’s not a good use for valuable, Viltrumite seed.”

His hand reached out to splay over your stomach. Seeming unbothered by another version of himself fucking you, or the bump of his cock against his hand. In the few times it had just been the two of you together, he told you how you would be the perfect mother for the second coming of Viltrum. He always thought you would be.

“You can keep that ubermensch shit to yourself man!” Mohawk Mark cursed. Having scrapped away from his more crazed twin; or they just got bored fighting each other. “No one wants to hear about Dad’s super race. And if you’re ‘too good’ to get sucked off then get out of the way so I can finish!”

Before a second fight starts, the door opens, and the Invincible from a reality where he has his face completely covered walked in. “Where the hell have you been?!”

“Russia.” He throws something on the table. Something metal and heavy as it clangs on its surface. A symbol of his conquest.

The Marks all grow silent until one of them mutters, “Goddamnit,” and they all leave; but not before the Mark inside you studders his hips and cums inside. They all know what a victory like that means, and what it's awarded him.

Once the door closes, the hooded Mark pulls his mask off and sits on the bed beside you. Through the fog in your mind you can see that he's sad. The Mark from his reality looks so much older than the one you have here. They're the same age, the same face, but he just looks like all the youth has been sucked out of him. “I'm gonna get you out of here.” He told you suddenly.

Mark crawled on the bed and curled up with your naked body. Holding you like a fragile little dove. “I'm gonna find mom, and I'm gonna come get you, and then we'll go home. Then everything will be fine and the way it's supposed to be. You'll see.”

He either fell asleep or was trying to as you felt Mark’s chest rise & fall evenly against your back. You didn’t know what to think about what he said. You almost felt sorry for him, which felt odd, but he seemed so sad. For now, you were just grateful for the break and time to rest. The Invincibles wouldn’t let their prize be monopolized forever. Tomorrow morning a new game starts. Cities will fall. People will die. And you will once again be pulled between the Marks. All just waiting for their turn.

[beingthisalive]

18+ | mohawk!mark grayson

mohawk!mark who eats your pussy with your arms and legs tied until you’re squirting and leaking all over his face as he continues to fuck you with his tongue until you pass out

mohawk!mark who holds your nose closed as he fucks your throat until your face gets red and you can’t breathe

mohawk!mark who wakes you up sometimes rubbing his cock over the cascade of wetness coating your core

mohawk!mark who loves when you lay your head on the edge of the mattress while he slips down your throat, eyes watching the bugle getting further everytime he thrusts

mohawk!mark who can’t help but not open you fully before sliding his cock in your ass for the first time imagining how tight you’ll feel squeezing him

mohawk!mark who keeps you spread out, a large dildo and vibrator strapped to your body as he sits in front of you watching while you fail at fighting the overstimulation he’s putting you through

mohawk!mark who has a rule to say your safe word twice before he stops

mohawk!mark who whispers things like “oh you like that, don’t you?” with a teasing laugh as he pounds into your tight pussy from behind, “keep taking it baby don’t worry i’m not stopping” as he grunts in your ear while he’s slamming his swollen leaking cock into you or “fuck you’re ruining me, i know you feel it” while he fucks up into you while you’re riding him

mohawk!mark who starts arguments and pisses you off just so he can fuck the attitude out of you

mohawk!mark who’s fingers abuse your clit and walls until you’re whining with your eyes forced on what he’s doing to you, “watch me while i ruin you”

[swightops]

"i can take him! oh, can you now? can you take on all of him?" cw: smut

You just always had to have the last say, didn't you? While some (most) people tell you that you should stop while you're ahead, something about your smartmouth always charmed Mark. And, well, it seems it wasn't just your Mark that liked your sass.

"Uugh!" you cry as your face is shoved into the mattress. Mohawk Mark behind you laughs at your pathetic cries before winding his arm up and slapping your ass. Another cry falls from your lips as Mohawk Mark shushes your cries and rubs his hand over the now-growing red hand mark on your cheek.

"I guess even in this world, you don't know when to shut up," Sinister Mark teases, his fingers brushing away the tears that fall from your eyes before licking them. "Even your tears are sweet, dolly," he giggles.

"How about we put that mouth to good use," Viltrumite Mark says, his hand grabbing your hair and lifting it up. Before you can say anything, your mouth is shoved open, and all you taste is Viltrumite Mark. Moan after moan falls from your lips as you try to suck, but your eyes quickly roll back as Mohawk Mark picks up his pace.

You're losing yourself. You're losing yourself in Mark, and there's nothing else but him—all these versions of him— and yourself. "Focus, dollyyyy," Sinister Mark giggles again, his hands playing with your boobs and pulling at your nipples.

And, oh, Mark feels so good. So undeniably good that before you can even process it, your clenching around Mohawk Mark and coming loudly, your moans reverberating on Viltrumite Mark’s cock, and he's coming in your mouth with a hiss.

The hand that was wrapped in your hair before makes its way to your throat, and you're forced to look up at Viltrumite Mark with teary eyes. "Swallow," is all he says, and without another thought, you are. And just like that, simply feeling you swallow his cum, he's already hard again.

"Alright, cucksuckers, move it," Sinister Mark growls, pushing Mohawk Mark over and slipping himself into you with no restraint. "Our girl's got a full house," he laughs, forcing you to look up and past Viltrumite Mark as you catch sight of Omni Mark, No Goggles Mark, and Full Mask Mark.

this kinda sucks :( ill do a redo sometime soon dw