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The Pitt

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Natasha Romanoff:

Be ready in five - CEO!Natasha Romanoff x Reader smut

Business trip cut short - CEO!Natasha Romanoff x Reader x COO!Carol Danvers smut

Carol Danvers:

Business trip cut short - CEO!Natasha Romanoff x Reader x COO!Carol Danvers smut

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Tim Drake:

Let me treat you, baby - Tim Drake x Reader smut

Jason Todd:

Scars and Acceptance - Jason Todd x Reader smut

Your Boys - Jason Todd x Reader x Roy Harper smut

Roy Harper:

Your Boys - Jason Todd x Reader x Roy Harper smut

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Cassie Mckay

Big Birthday Bang - Victoria Javadi x Reader x Cassie Mckay smut

Victoria Javadi

Big Birthday Bang - Victoria Javadi x Reader x Cassie Mckay smut

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Big Birthday Bang

Characters | Cassie Mckay x Reader x Victoria Javadi, Dana Evans, Princess Dela Cruz, Perlah Alawi, Trinity Santos (Just realised there’s like no male character’s in this fic #passesthebechdeltest)

Tags | Smut, fingering, oral sex, lesbians, strap on sex, fluff, aftercare

Words | 3.8k

Notes | Reader is an R2 like Trinity and Dennis and around 26-28, this is set after season two. I also completely believe Javadi writes and reads AO3. (She just like me fr)

Summary | You give Javadi an amazing birthday present with Cassie by your side.

Being an R2 is tough. Angry patients, even angrier relatives, snappy attendings who need a therapist, shitty pay, which leads to a shitty apartment and a shitty diet. Not to mention the co-workers you have. 

Cassie Mckay, R3, single mom, 42, wayyy too old to be this hot, but still every time you work with her the room seems to get magically hotter. 

And then there’s Victoria Javadi, MS4, child genius, 20, and wayyy too young for you, but every time she assists you on a case and your hands accidentally touch while working on the patient your heart skips so hard it might be classed as a cardiac event.

You've been telling your friends about your little crushes on your fellow doctors for a while, they usher you on to ask one of them out. You protest against your friends wishes, saying it would go against HR policy to ask them out, even though deep down you wish you could ask them both out.

Your crush culminates when the day shift goes out for drinks after shift for Victoria's 21st birthday, much against her own wishes. Trinity, Perlah, and Princess practically have to drag her there to her own birthday party. Victoria had just planned on eating cake and reading ao3 in her bed with her cat. But alas a party was apparently mandatory.

“Happy birthday, Javadi.” You say, handing her a cocktail you'd just bought for the outrageous price of 12 dollars.

“Thanks, um, what's in this?” She asks, giving you her best polite/nervous stare.

“It's orange juice, cranberry juice, grenadine and tequila, it's nice,” you promise, pushing the drink in her hands towards her.

Victoria still looks a bit apprehensive but she tentatively takes a sip, “Oh, it is nice, thanks for the present.” She smiles.

“Of course, have a nice night, birthday girl.” You wink, ignoring the growing heat in your stomach. She's just there in some jeans, a purple spaghetti strap top with her lilac jacket on and her long black hair tied back in a pony tail; but damn does she look good. 

As the night goes on your eyes keep drifting back to Victoria, her nervous face about the growing drunkenness of your co-workers, her increasingly drunken state too. It's her first time drinking and she’s had one cocktail, one shot and about two sips of Trinity’s beer.

At some point while talking to Princess, Perlah and Dana, you lose sight of her. You look around just to see Victoria and Cassie sneaking away into a back corridor. Excusing yourself from the conversation, you head across the bar and down the corridor towards the bathrooms. Your investigation leads you to an open door into the back alley behind the bar. 

You step out into the cold dark night, expecting to see an upset Victoria during her first drunken experience. Instead, you see her pressed up against the wall of the bar by none other than Cassie Mckay, their lips firmly attached to the others as their hands roam across their bodies. The heat spreads through you immediately, your two work crushes making out outside a bar? Oh. My. God. You gasp unconsciously in shock from the situation in front of you.

The noise of your gasp makes the two break away from each other. Cassie’s cheeks are flushed, her lips swollen and bitten from the moments they had just shared. Victoria’s face is bright red, a mortified look on her face as her eyes fall upon you.

“Its not what it looks like!” Victoria squeaks out without thinking.

“Hey, calm down,” Cassie puts a hand on the younger girl's shoulder before looking at you with a stern face, “please don’t tell anyone.”

“Okay, okay,” you say, holding your hands up to show you’re not a threat, “I’m not gonna tell anyone.”

“See, baby, it’s fine.” Cassie strokes Victoria’s hair while Victoria continuously looks back at you nervously.

“So you two are… together? Or just doing whatever Trinity and Garcia are doing?” You ask gently, not trying to upset either of them. 

“God no, we’re not just hooking up like Trinity and Garcia. We’ve been dating for a few months now.” Cassie explains, her hand gliding down Victoria’s arm to hold her hand. 

“Yeah.. it’s been three months one week and four days, but who’s counting?” Victoria laughs nervously, glancing between you and Cassie.

“Pretty serious, huh?..” You chuckle too, the growing jealousy in the back of your mind growing as you watch them together.

Cassie’s free hand comes up to rub the back of her neck, “Yeah, well she hasn’t met Harrison yet but I think I’ll introduce them to each other soon.”

You smile at the idea of Victoria meeting Harrison, “that’s sweet, I’ve only met Harrison once, but I’m sure they’ll get along.” The jealousy grows further at that, Victoria was already meeting Cassie’s son? 

“Are you feeling alright, Dr-” Victoria starts but you interrupt her.

“-Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little shocked,” you try and do your best fake chuckle. 

Cassie’s smile turns to a smirk at your response, “You’re not… jealous, are you? That Javadi and I have more game than you?”

“What- No, no, not at all, I just- I’m just shocked, yeah?” You’re not sure if you were trying to convince her or yourself with that question, your cheeks are starting to feel hotter at them both staring at you.

“Yeah?” Cassie drops Victoria’s hand and walks closer to you, “You sure about that?”

“Um, I don’t-” You stutter as she comes to stand in front of you.

“I’ve seen the way you look at us at work. The way you blush when you and Vic work together. The way you stutter around your words when I assist you on cases.” Cassie leans towards you, “admit it. You want us too.”

“W-what? Too?” You gasp.

“Yeah… we’ve talked about you before..” Victoria mumbles as she comes to stand next to Cassie. 

“We think you’re hot, sweetheart. And we want you.” Cassie says as she cups your cheek with her hand, her thumb stroking your cheek with her thumb. 

“Really?..” You stutter out. “You know this is kinda giving ‘me and my wife saw you across the bar and we really like your vibe’?”

“Jesus, we’re trying to ask you out.” Cassie sighs, “do you want to spend the night with us or not?” Cassie asks while Victoria giggles. 

“Yeah, yes, please. I- I’d like that.” You admit, taking a sigh of relief.

“Really?” Victoria seems shocked by your acceptance. 

“See, I was right, I told you they would want to spend the night with us,” the older woman wraps an arm around Victoria’s shoulders.

“I know, I know..” Victoria huffs. 

“So when are we leaving?” You ask, feeling hopeful.

“Now?” Victoria looks at Cassie for confirmation.

“I mean we have been here for quite a while. And you’ve had your first drink,” Cassie smiles, stroking Victoria’s hair again. “Come on, let’s go in and say goodbye and meet me out by my car.” 

You all head back inside, bracing yourself to say goodbye to your co-workers. Victoria makes a beeline for the door but is stopped by Princess, Perlah and Trinity, the three people who planned the party.

“Where do you think you’re going, crash?” Trinity smirks, clutching her Third? Fourth? Beer.

“I’m going home, you said I could leave after one drink and a shot,” Victoria stumbles over her words as the three women surround her.

“Come on, Javadi. The night is still young, you can’t leave yet, girl,” Princess says.

“Yeah, come on, stay for a little longer,” Perlah tries to reason with Victoria.

Victoria starts to rack her brain for an excuse, “My mom said I had to be home by 10,” she lies.

“And I’m gonna give her a lift considering I’m the only sober one here apart from Perlah.” Cassie says, pretending to be a considerate co-worker like she isn’t already thinking through the things she’s going to do to you and Vic at her apartment.

You decide to speak up, “I think I’m gonna head out too, my uber’s on the way.”

“Not you too, come on, stay for one more drink?” Princess pleads with you.

“Girl, I’ve been up for like 19 hours already.” 

“Live a little, come on-” Trinity starts.

“Let her go home, Santos. She’s had enough to drink, and she’s playing it smart. No good treating patients when you’re hungover.” Cassie interrupts.

“Fine, Fine. Go home, Dr. Boring.” Trinity sighs.

“Get home safe you three,” Perlah smiles, waving you all off.

“Bye,” “Goodnight,” “See you tomorrow, Perlah.”

And after another ten minutes of trying to hunt down co-workers in the crowded bar so you can say goodbye, you all finally make the walk down the street to Cassie’s car.

“Finally.”

“Get in the back with our guest, will you, baby?” Cassie asks Vic.

“Okay.”

You and Victoria climb in the back of the car together while Cassie gets in the driver’s seat. She starts the car up and begins the drive back to her place.

“Are we going to your place, what about Harrison?” You ask Cassie, worried about potentially traumatising the little boy with the acts that are about to occur.

“Oh, he’s at Chad’s place, I only really get him on weekends. So I’m always free on thirsty Thursdays for.. Nothing at all really, I don’t drink anymore. But it means I get to see Vic more. You win some, you lose some I guess.” She explains, her voice growing sadder as she talks about the custody arrangements between her and her ex husband.

You pause, not sure how to respond to the confession, “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

“No, no, it's fine, sweetheart. I’ve heard worse about my divorce than just simple questions.” Cassie smiles at you in the rearview mirror. “Vic, baby, do me a favor and give our sweet girl some attention for being so polite.”

“Okay,” Victoria smiles and turns toward you. She leans in closer as her arms make their way around your neck. “Hi,” she giggles, leaning her face closer to yours. 

“Hi,” you giggle back, wrapping your arms around her waist.

Victoria leans in and presses her glossy lips to yours, she still tastes like the drink you gave her earlier mixed with the vanilla taste of her lip gloss. She tastes absolutely gorgeous, you wish you could taste her forever. Her lips move against yours in a dance, your tongue slips inside her mouth, tangling with hers. To think the innocent med student had no experience up until three months, one week and four days ago (but who’s counting), would have been a joke if it wasn't true.Javadi’s hands begin to roam, sliding down your chest and onto your boobs, she squeezes then gently through your clothes and bra, testing your reaction. You moan into her mouth softly, she squeezes harder in response. 

“Take their top off,Vic.” Cassie explains from the front.

Victoria breaks the kiss to silently ask you with those big brown puppy eyes if she really could take it off. 

“Sure, vadi, go ahead,” you confirm quietly, moving your seatbelt to the side to momentarily free your arms so she can literate your breasts from underneath your second favourite “going out” top.

She almost squeals with eagerness as she reaches for the hem of your top. You assist her in pulling it up over your head and discarding it on the seat next to you. Vic’s hands are back in an instant, squeezing your boobs through the bra again, tweaking your peaked nipples that makes you squirm as she guides her lips to yours once again. 

Through the makeout and touches, neither of you even notice that Cassie has pulled up outside her apartment building. It’s an old yet kinda aesthetic red brick building. 

“Girls.”

You and Vic separate at the tone in Cassie’s voice and then Vic realises that you’re finally home after the thirteen hour shift, after shift drinks, birthday celebrations and the painstaking goodbyes: you can finally have some fun, with no one there to stop you. Victoria undoes your seatbelt for you, then hers, while Cassie steps out and opens the door on Victoria’s side so you can both climb out. Cassie pulls her jacket over your shoulders to cover you as you’d conveniently forgotten to put your top back on. 

“Shit, my top-”

“Ah. It’s fine, lets just get you inside,” Cassie says in your ear from behind you, ushering you towards the front door of her ground floor apartment. 

She slides from behind you and steps up to the door so she can unlock it for you and Javadi. The lock clicks and the three of you pile into the front room. Cassie’s apartment is quite cozy, exposed brick, couch covered in pillows and blankets, coffee table messy with unlit candles, coffee cups and magazines. Boots discarded by the door, children’s sneakers, flannels hung up, winter coats. 

Cassie toes her shoes off and so does Victoria. You follow their actions while Cassie slides her jacket off of your shoulders. She reaches past you and hangs up the coat on a hook before her hands come back to you, she cups your breasts in her hands from behind you, squeezing and finding your perked up nipples through the fabric of your bra. She rolls your nipples between her fingers.

“Cass- ah-” you moan, leaning back into her, throwing your head onto her shoulder.

“Good girl,” she purrs in your ear, “So responsive.” 

You open your eyes and see Victoria staring at Cassie’s hands playing with you, almost transfixed. 

“Come on, baby, don’t just stand there and stare, help me take their pants off.” Cassie says sternly, one of her hands already migrating down to the front zipper and button of your pants. “Can I take these off, sweetheart?” She whispers against your neck.

“Mhm,” you whimper at the feelings of her hands on your body, her breath on your neck and Victoria’s eyes on you.

Victoria almost jumps forwards at the whisper, her hands flying to your zipper and helping Cass undo it. She slides your pants down your legs and to your ankles, Vic helps you step out of the jeans you were wearing. She stands back up, her hands sliding up your legs and torso before meeting Cassie’s hands on your breasts. Cassie presses her lips to your neck, nipping at it softly.

“Show our sweet guest to the bedroom, Vic.” Cass murmurs against your neck.

Your hand slides into Victoria’s and she leads you to Cassie’s bedroom while Cass goes to the kitchen. Victoria plops herself down on the queen bed and pulls her purple spaghetti strop top off. Christ, even her bra is purple and lacy. She shimmies her jeans off, fully revealing her purple lacy lingerie set. Vic pats the bed next to her and you follow the command, sitting close to her. Her hands slide up your thighs as she leans in, connecting her lips with yours once again. Her tongue slips into your mouth this time and her hand slides up to the back of your neck to hold you as she kisses you with passion. 

“Ah, ah, ah. What do you two think you’re doing without me?” Cassie’s voice comes from the doorway, she's holding three glasses of water being pretty prepared for the activities that are about to ensue. “Victoria, you know the rules, when you’re in here you wait for me.” She sets down the water on the bedside table before turning and looking at you and Javadi, disappointed. “I’ll let you off this time, sweetheart, because you don't know the rules yet. But Victoria does. Don’t you, baby?”

“Yes ma’am..” Victoria mumbles, looking away from Cassie.

“Come here.” Cassie says, sitting down on her side of the bed and tracking vic with her eyes, when she reaches her, Cassie places her hands on Victoria's waist, “I’m going to let you off this time, because it's your birthday and I know you’re excited, but if that happens again, you know what will happen, yeah?”

“Yes ma’am.” Victoria mumbles again, not wanting to make Cassie angry.

“Go get my strap ready.” 

Victoria shoots up and heads to the closet as Cassie closes in on you.

“You sure you want this?” Cass murmurs.

“Yeah,I’m certain.”

“Certain. Lie down.” She smirks.

You lay down on the bed as Cassie climbs between your legs. “Let me tell you what’s about to happen, hm?” She leans down, close to your pussy, “I’m going to eat you out, then I’m going to strap Victoria while you give her some love, yeah? Sound good?”

“Sounds good.” You agree, your mind already thinking through the future events.

Cassie kisses the damp spot on your underwear that's there already from all of the teasing the pair have put you through. She gently slides her hands up your thighs and under your panties so she can take them off. “Lift your hips up, good girl.” She murmurs as she slides them off fully and tosses them into the laundry basket before diving in. Licking a large stripe up your pussy, collecting all of your wetness onto her tongue. You moan, your hand shooting down and burying itself inside Cassie’s hair as she starts sucking on your clit, “Oh my god!” Your hips buck into her face, her tongue slides inside of you and she starts to rub your clit with her fingers. She replaces her tongue with one of her fingers, curling it inside of you.

“Can you handle two?” Cassie looks up at you from your pussy.

“Mm- Y-yeah!” You whine, her breath on your clit making it twitch.

Slowly, she slides another finger inside of you, curling them both against your G-spot, her mouth returning to suck around your clit.

“Ah- ah- Cassie!” You cry out, tears building up in your eyes from the feeling of her mouth and fingers. Tears spill down your cheeks as the pressure in your lower stomach, orgasm building inside of you.

“You gonna cum, baby. Yeah? Cum on my hand, come on baby.” Cassie coos against your clit, sucking harder, curling her fingers harder. You cum with a loud cry, juices spilling across her face and hand. She leans up from between your legs, your slick down her chin, reflecting against the lamplight of the room. “You taste so good, baby.” Cass murmurs. You finally notice that Victoria’s been watching from the corner of the room the entire time, holding Cassie’s strap, waiting for her.

“Vic, is my strap ready, sweetheart?” Cassie asks as she sits up from her place between your legs. 

“Yeah, I got it for you.” Victoria shuffles towards the bed and hands Cassie her strap. 

“Aw, thank you baby.” Cass kisses Vic's cheek, “Get on the bed with our lovely guest and keep them company while I get this on.”

Victoria climbs onto the bed beside you, you're finally coming back to yourself after the earth shattering orgasm Cassie gave you.

“Hey,” you smile at her.

“Hey,” she breathes out, blushing at the proximity again. 

You lean in and capture her lips with yours, her hands slide into your hair, pulling you closer. Hums and moans vibrate through your lips, your hands sliding down her bare body to rest on her waist. 

“Girls.” You separate immediately at Cassie’s voice. 

Cassie stands above the bed, strap hanging low on her hips.

“Vic, on your back.” Cass demands.

Victoria moves immediately onto her back, legs spread for Cassie. You’re almost in awe of how quick she moves.

Cassie climbs back onto the bed, between Vic’s legs this time. “You ready, baby?” She leans down, her arms caging Victoria in, lips almost touching. 

“I’m ready,” Victoria whispers. 

Cassie gently slides her strap inside of Vic, groaning as if she can feel it sliding 

inside the younger girl. “C’mere baby,” Cassie starts thrusting inside of Vic, motioning for you to come closer with one hand while Victoria moans underneath her. You shuffle closer on the bed.

“Show our girl some love, baby,” Cass instructs. 

You shift even closer, your hand slowly sliding across Victoria's stomach, then up to cup one of her boobs, Cassie thrusts faster as you start rolling Vic’s nipple between your fingers. 

Victoria throws her head back, moaning loudly, “Ohmygodohmygodohmygod- feels so good, Cassie!"

“Yeah, feels good, sweetheart, you like that?” Cassie groans, her breath mixing with Vic’s, thrusting even faster. 

You lean your head over and wrap your lips around Victoria's neglected nipple, squeezing the other boob, thumbing her nipple. Vic’s hand shoots up to hold your head down as you suck.

“Ah- I’m gonna cum, im gonna cum!-” Victoria screams as Cassie reaches down and starts to rub her clit.

“Cum for me, baby. Cum for me, cum on cock.” Cass says like a mantra, drilling into Victoria even harder, rubbing down on her clit until Vic squirts all over the silicon cock  and onto Cass’ thighs, coating them in a clear sheen. Cass slows down her thrusts gently before pulling out, not wanting to be too abrupt and hurt her. You pull off of Vic’s boobs, resting your head on her shoulder.

Cassie lays down beside you two, catching her breath, “was that good, baby?” Cass murmurs against Victoria’s hair. 

“So good, cass,” Vic mumbles, all fucked out and exhausted. 

“Let's get you cleaned up, both of you.” Cassie leaves the bed to go to the bathroom and get a wet cloth soaked in warm water. She comes back to clean both of you up after depositing her strap in the sink of the bathroom to soak. Cass makes sure you all finish your glass of water from earlier, her mom tendencies showing.

After that, you all slide under the covers together, victoria in between the two of you. Vic’s head rests on Cassie’s bare chest as you curl up behind her, chin hooked over Vic’s shoulder against her neck. Its a warm ball of comfort and love after the strenuous activities of the day and night.

“So we’re all not working tomorrow?” Cass smirks against Vic’s hair.

“Mhm,” Victoria hums.

“I’m not working either.” You confirm.

“Good, good. Don’t wanna wake up early, not with my girls.” She chuckles.

“Your girls? Does that mean I’m officially initiated into this HR nightmare relationship?” You joke.

“Sure baby, maybe just check with Vic in the morning, shes out cold right now.” Cass mumbles, squeezing a sleeping victoria gently.

“Will do,” You smile as sleep slowly catches up on you too.

“Goodnight, baby.” Cass leans closer and kisses your forehead.

“Goodnight.” You smile at Cass before leaning towards Vic, whispering into her ear, “Happy birthday, Vadi.”

@evie-elli3 I finally finished writing it <3

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Yes yes i know love is love. But they are still killing CHILDREN. over this.

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look at my doctors dawg i am such a fucking lesbian

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the pitt fandom is fun as fuck when you ignore all the discourse and just read perverted age gap yuri

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My three cancelled wives actually make out and fuck all together when they aren’t on shift this is true and correct idc what yall say

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And what if I said I wanted Dana Evans to dick me down. What's so wrong about that?

(The pitt smut incoming on my page perchance?)

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Business trip cut short

Title | Business trip cut short

Characters | CEO!Natasha Romanoff x Reader x COO!Carol Danvers

Words | 2.3k

Tags | MeanDom!Natasha Romanoff, SoftDom!Carol Danvers, Sub!Reader, female masterbation, dildos, strap ons, vaginal strap on sex reader!receiving, oral strap on sex Natasha!receiving, Anal strap on sex reader!receiving, nipple clamps, choking, blindfolds, bdsm, puppy play, reader wears a collar, natasha calls the reader puppy, bondage, threesome, reader gets overwhelmed, safe word usage, aftercare, fluff and smut, no use of Y/N, Mommy!Natasha, Daddy!Carol.

Notes | This was a request I got on ao3 from my previous natasha romanoff fic, not proof read. READ ALL THE TAGS. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Summary | Natasha comes home from a business trip bringing a guest too, to find you doing something she specifically told you not to.

Natasha's been away on a business trip for a few weeks, you've been so lonely, but you've been filling the time with baking and sewing and cleaning, being a good house-girlfriend.

She was very specific about not touching yourself while she's away. But you just can't help yourself. You know she's coming back tomorrow but she won't know, will she?

You pull the “treasure chest” out of the closet, you dig out one of the smaller dildos in your shared collection. You lay back on the big queen sized bed, snuggling into the Crimson red sheets. Spreading your legs, your hand drifts down to your cunt, fingers sliding through the wetness with ease.

The moment your fingers find your clit, a wave of ecstasy falls over you. Rubbing and rubbing until almost cum, but you stop yourself. You know Natasha would spank you until you can't sit down anymore if she found out you made yourself cum.

Your clumsy fingers grab the dildo and line it up to your entrance. You tease your hole with the tip, moaning softly as you begin to push it inside of yourself.

One inch.

Two inches.

Three inches.

Four in-

The door to your bedroom swings open, and there stands Natasha holding her suitcase, her COO Carol Danvers standing behind her. You pull the dildo out and hide it behind your back.

“Well. Is this what you get up to while I'm away? I'm sorry Carol, she's usually so behaved, I don't know what's gotten into her.” Natasha explains, a look of anger growing in her eyes, her fists clenching around the handles of her suitcases.

“Oh, it's fine, Nat. I know how subs are. They get lonely.” Carol says with a laugh, her eyes travelling up and down your body.

“I’m sorry Nat, I-” you start, Nat doesn’t let you finish,

“No. You don’t get to embarrass me in front of our guest. Hands and knees. Now.” Nat snaps.

You quickly move into position, not wanting to disobey Natasha. Natasha’s heels click on the floor as she walks around the bed behind you, pushing her suitcase to the corner of the room, you can hear Carol following behind her too.

“You’ve been a bad girl.” Nat growls, rooting through the treasure chest.

“You mind if I stay and watch Nat?” Carol asks, an obvious smirk in her voice.

“You can join in if you want. She won’t mind, will you?” Nat growls, leaning over you from behind.

“I-i don’t mind, mommy..” You mumble.

“Speak up.” She spanks your ass.

“Yes, she can join, mommy.” You say clearer.

“You're so hard on her, Nat.” Carol's chuckles.

“I need to keep her in line.” Natasha grumbles, clipping your collar around your neck.

“I'm sorry, mommy-”

SMACK!

Your ass stings after she spanks you, you wince.

“You speak when you're spoken to, puppy. You're being such a bad girl today.” She snarls.

You hear Nat turn and speak to Carol quietly, you can't hear exactly what she says but you can hear Carol start to take her clothes off.

Then you can head Natasha pull something else out of the “treasure chest.” It's her favourite bondage rope.

She gets to work, quickly tying you spread Eagle to the four posts of the bed.

“There, now. Colour?”

“Green.” You respond quickly.

“Good girl. Now, there'll be no more disobeying mommy tonight, will there?”

“No more disobeying mommy.” You repeat.

“Good girl. And Carol will be joining us. Are you okay with that?”

“You alrea- Yes, okay with that.” Your eyes flick over to Carol who's now naked and sat on the leather couch in your room.

“Look at me when I'm speaking to you.” Nat slaps your cheek lightly.

“Sorry mommy.”

“Good girl. Now, I'm going to put your blindfold on. If you feel like you want it off at any point, just say our safe word. What's our safe word again, baby?”

“Crimson, mommy.”

“Good girl.” Natasha smiles and ties the silk blindfold around your eyes.

Your senses are dulled now. Natasha has always liked putting the blindfold on, and you like it too, it adds an element of mystery. You can hear clothes shuffling and things being moved, but you're not exactly sure what's happened since Natasha's hands left you.

That's until the blunt end of a dildo pushes against your slick entrance, you can't help but moan. Whoever’s strap it is slams into you, setting a fast and unforgiving pace.

“Ah-! Mommy!” you cry out, squirming as much as you can with your restraints.

“Not quite, baby.” Carol's voice comes from the presence behind you. “That feels good?”

“So- So good!-” you manage through a moan as she speeds her hips up.

“Yeah? Daddy making baby feel good?” Carol purrs.

“Y-yes daddy!” You shout.

From the other side of the bed you can hear Natasha moving to stand in front of you before her cold hands guide your head up, the tip of her strap brushing against your lips. You can tell its the back black strap she favours because you can tell Carol is using the slightly smaller Blood red one.

“Open, puppy.” Natasha says softly.

You obey immediately, your mouth dropping open and your tongue sliding out.

“Good girl, you're learning.” Nat's hand slides into your hair, gripping it tight as she slides her strap into your awaiting mouth. The tip hits the back of your throat, you don't gag, you've been throat training with Natasha on the regular. She says you're getting really good at it now.

“Damn, you've got her trained well, Nat.” Carol grins.

“You know I do, Danvers.” She slides out of your mouth before slamming back in, “she's a good little puppy for mommy.”

You hum around her strap as you continue to suck on it, all while Carol pounds into you from behind. The sensory aspects of it are overwhelming. Your hands and feet tied away, the blindfold, all you can do is feel and listen. It's almost suffocating, but in a good way, like when Nat chokes you.

Natasha suddenly pulls out, “I want you sat on her face while I fuck her, danvers. Now. Move.”

“Jeez, you're as commanding in the bedroom as you are in the office.” Carol slowly pulls out of you.

You whine at the loss of contact in both holes.

Natasha slides her hand down your body as she moves to your other end. Her hand slides back up to squeeze each boob once before retracting her hand again, you can hear her grabbing something from the “treasure chest.”

“Hold still, this is going to hurt a little.” She says as she attaches nipple clamps to each nipple.

“Mommy!” You whine.

“Be quiet, slut. It's time for your punishment, we've been too nice so far.” She pauses. “Carol, I've changed my mind. Come here.”

Carol walks around the bed to where Natasha is standing.

“What do you want me to do, boss?” Carol asks expectingly.

“You take her cunt, I'll take her ass.” Nat says coldly.

“Mommy-” you try.

“Shut up, whore!” Natasha slaps your aching cunt.

“I'll get the lube.” Carol moves to the “treasure chest.”

“That won't be necessary, I want her to feel me until next week.” Natasha says darkly.

“Isn't that a little dangerous?” The blonde asks apprehensively.

“Look at how the little slut slicked up my cock with her saliva already, she'll be fine.” The redhead moves onto the bed so her body is underneath yours.

“Mommy~” you whine again.

“Give me a moment, puppy.” Natasha growls in your ear.

The tip of her strap teases the rim of your hole before slamming into you.

“Ah!” You scream, it burns because of the lack of prep and lube.

“Shut up, it can't be that bad. Carol, fill her cunt.” Natasha instructs.

Carol is a bit more gentle, you can tell she's not as mean a dom as Nat is. Carol slides in gently, resuming her position. She starts slow but starts to move quicker as the adrenaline builds up again.

They're alternating thrusts, Nat in, Carol out, Carol in, Nat out. It's a never ending feeling of pleasure, pain and helplessness all in one. And you love it. You're a moaning mess on top of Natasha.

“Say thank you to daddy for making you feel so good.” Natasha whispers in your ear as her hand slides around your throat, not squeezing yet.

“Th- thank- thank you, dad- daddy-!” You stumble over your words as the pleasure and pain consume you. Natasha rewards you by squeezing your throat.

“You're welcome, baby. Say thank you to mommy for letting me join.” Carol says, thrusting a little harder.

“Th-thank you, mommy-!” You moan, throwing your head back against Natasha's shoulder.

“You're welcome, baby. Are you going to be a good girl next time I'm away so I don't have to punish you?” Natasha smirks in your ear.

“Y-yes! Yes! Anything for mommy!” You all but scream.

The pain of Natasha in your ass and Carol in your cunt is starting to build up, but you breathe and power through it for the pleasure.

Then Natasha reaches around you to rub your clit.

“Ah! Mommy!” You whine.

“Gonna cum, baby? You know you can't cum until mommy and daddy say so.” Natasha whispers huskily.

She continues to rub your clit, Carol goes harder and harder with her trusts, bruising your poor cervix.

The pain keeps building, but you don't want the please to end.

But there comes a moment where Natasha is torturing your clit, the nipple clamps are burning, Carol's strap is abusing your cervix and Nat's strap is so deep inside you you think she's gonna pull your stomach out with you where you just shout-

“Crimson!”

Natasha and Carol stop immediately.

“Baby, are you okay? You need me and Carol to pull out?” Natasha immediately switches from mean dom to doting girlfriend.

Tears you didn't even know where there start streaming down your face, “y-yes.. slowly, please…”

Carol pulls out first, taking a few steps back from the bed, Natasha follows suit, pulling out and climbing off the bed to cut the ropes binding you spread Eagle with the knife from the “treasure chest.” She cuts you down gently as Carol removes your nipple clamps.

Natasha carefully unties your blindfold, your eyesight comes back to you after you blink a few times. Everything's blurry from the tears in your eyes but you can make out Natasha's scared face.

“Did we hurt you too bad, detka? I'm so sorry, I should have listened to Carol and used the lube. I'm so sorry.” She apologises profusely.

“It's okay, Nat, I just got a bit overwhelmed and the straps started to hurt..” you wipe your eyes so you can see her clearly.

“Let's get you cleaned up, babe.” Carol says from behind you, rubbing your shoulders gently.

“Carol, can you run her a bath? With the pink bubble bath?” Nat asks.

“Of course, give me your strap, I'll wash it for you.” Carol moves to Nat to take her strap off and walk away to the bathroom.

“Again, I'm so sorry baby. Let me check you're not bleeding.” Natasha moves to spread your legs gently, inspecting your holes for any blood or damage, “it looks okay. How do you feel now?”

“I feel sore. I just want you to hold me. I missed you so much.”

“I know you did baby but you can't disobey me, I had to punish you, I'm sorry I hurt you in a bad way though.” Natasha moves to lay next to you in the bed, her arm sliding around your waist.

You curl into her instantly, your head going to her bare boobs, nuzzling into their soft warmth. One of her hands splays against the small of your back, the other sliding into your hair.

“Hey, I've got the bath running.” Carol comes back into the room, “cuddles without me? Room for one more or is three a crowd?”

“You can join.” You mumble.

Carol climbs onto the bed, snuggling up to your back, resting her chin on your shoulder.

A while later Carol gets up to check on the bath and it's ready. Natasha picks you up and carries you to the bathroom.

The jacuzzi style bath is filled with warm water and bubbles. The relaxing scent of your favourite bubble bath also calms you down a bit.

Carol and Nat help you into the bath before climbing in themselves. Natasha’s arms go around your waist and Carol's sets upon washing your body.

After about an hour the waiter goes cold, you, Nat and Carol have all been washed, including hair.

Carol helps you out of the bath and get dried while Natasha changes the sheets. Carol pats you dry with the towel, and gets some pyjamas onto you.

She helps you back into the bedroom where Natasha has changed the sheets to some silk black ones. You slide into the bed easily, exhaustion settling into your bones. Nat slides in next to you and Carol behind you.

“We'll talk in the morning, baby, okay? I want to make sure you're safe with me.” Natasha whispers against your head.

“Nat, can I have the day off of work tomorrow?” Carol smirks.

“Only if you cook breakfast.” Natasha rolls her eyes.

“Goodnight Carol. Goodnight Nat, I love you.” You say as sleep claims you.

“Goodnight Babe.” Carol kisses your head.

“Goodnight Detka, I love you too.” Natasha places a soft peck to your lips.

Natasha and Carol hold you all night, making sure you're in their arms, you're safe and you're theirs.

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Be ready in five.

Pairing | CEODom!Natasha Romanoff x GirlfriendSubFem!reader

Warnings | NSFW, MDNI, smut, shoe kissing, kicking, nipple play, nipple sucking, fingering (r!receiving), oral (r!receiving), strap on (r!receiving), spitting, slapping, choking, strap sucking, puppy play, degradation, reader wears a collar and a leash, mommy kink, aftercare, fluff, no use of y/n, we getting freaky okay?

Words | 1.4k

Notes | This is the first marvel and the first wlw fic I've ever posted and probably the freakiest. Enjoy! This is a reupload because i lost access to my old account.

Summary | Reader getting fucked after Nat had a bad day.

It was a normal day. Natasha had gone to work this morning, she had a big meeting with some other companies. You didn’t know what about, business was her thing, your job was to keep the house tidy and cozy. So that’s what you did. You went grocery shopping after she left for work, cleaned the kitchen after making some blueberry muffins for her and starting to read a book she bought you. While you’re reading your phone buzzes, you open it to see a text from Nat.

“Home in five, bad day, be ready.”

A text like this from Natasha could only mean one thing… You head to the bedroom and strip, throwing your clothes into the hamper, you walk over to the closet and get the toy box, a big black box with lots of toys inside that Natasha had bought for the two of you. 

You found the collar and leash she liked, a nice wine red color, her favorite. You attached them around your neck with a click. You reach back into the box and pull out her strap, as well as finding her biggest toy, the one she used on days like this. You lay them onto the foot of the bed and place the toy box next to it. You weren’t allowed to put it back into the closet, you still remembered what happened when you did that. You crawl onto the bed, laying back against the pillows, the leash attached to your neck lying in between the valley of your boobs, the leather hold resting in between your thighs.

The sound of the front door being slammed shut reaches your ears, your legs falling open automatically. Natasha’s angry footsteps come down the hallway, her heels clicking against the tile flooring. She opens the bedroom door with a slam, a small smirk growing on her face as she sees you, “Good girl, you listened. Come here, puppy,” she growls, beckoning you closer. You crawl back off the bed and walk over, kneeling down in front of her. “Hi mommy,” you greet sweetly, averting her gaze because you don’t have permission to look yet. 

“Look at me, puppy. Look at mommy,” she coos, grabbing your chin and titling your head up. You look up at her with innocent eyes as she grabs your leash, leading you to crawl over to the bed where she can see you prepared her cock for her. “Oh, you’re such a good puppy, so good for mommy aren’t you?” She asks, tugging on your leash as she sits on the foot of the bed. You nod obediently, “anything for you mommy.” 

She tugs you closer until you’re eye-level with her knees. “Kiss mommy’s heels, baby. Worship me.” Natasha commands. You bow your head obediently and start kissing her Louboutin heels. You kiss up her heel, pressing some soft pecs to her ankle. Then she abruptly kicks you off, the toe of her shoes going into your cheek, “Dirty puppy,” she growls, spitting on your other cheek. She pulls her foot back before kicking you in the chest, her heel digging in between your boobs. She pulls you back up by your leash and shoves you onto the bed. “Legs open, arms behind your head,” she snaps, spitting on you again, the saliva landing on your chest this time and running down.

You immediately do what she says and resume your prior position on the bed, your legs open and your arms behind your head. You watch as she strips off, throwing her blouse to the side of the room and sliding her sleek pinstriped trousers off. She’s now completely naked, making your hole leak as she puts on her harness and attaches her long strap to it. “Are you going to be a good puppy for mommy?” She coos as she walks around the queen sized bed, you nod, not having permission to speak now. If you were on the bed, you needed permission. “Aww, good girl,” she hums, climbing in between your legs. She grabs your face, “Open,” she commands. You open your mouth. She spits in it again, “Swallow,” you do, the taste of her saliva sweet on your tongue.

“Good girl, you’re being so good for mommy today,” Nat says, “Now, mommy’s going to eat you out, make you feel so good, okay baby? Then, you’re going to suck mommy’s strap and then I’m going to fuck you, yeah? Good girl.” Her head dives between your legs, licking one long stripe up your cunt, then two, then three before she wraps her lips around your clit, sucking and running her tongue over it making you moan and whine. “Such pretty noises, baby,” she says into your cunt. She slowly slides one finger into your tight pussy, curling it to massage your G-spot, you cry out a moan as she slides one more finger in and starts thrusting them in and out. You gasp and moan and writhe under her, the pleasure consuming you and just as you’re about cum-

She pulls away. You whine at the loss of stimulation. “Did you really think I’d let you cum? Aww, so naïve, so stupid.” She spits on your leaky pussy. She pulls you to sit up straight by your leash, her rubber cock brushing against your lips and she kneels before you, “Suck,” she commands, and you do. You wrap your lips around the tip of the fake cock before she threads a hand into your hair and pushes you deeper, the plastic hitting the back of your throat, making you gag. She scoffs, “So much for throat training, I guess we’ll have to do that more,” she groans as she starts thrusting in and out of your mouth. You slobber all over her cock, your saliva dripping down your chin, your vision going hazy. She pulls her cock out of your mouth and slaps you around the face, hard. “Dirty slut,” she growls, spitting on your face again. She pushes you back on the bed again, forcing your thighs open. She spits on your wet pussy, before nudging her cock against your entrance.

“Ngr- Mommy~” You accidentally moan out. Shit. You didn’t have permission. She slaps you again, harder, leaving a red mark on your cheek. “Wanna try again?” She asks dangerously, her hand raised for another strike. You shake your head quickly. “Good.” She spits on your red cheek. She slides into you with a quick sudden thrust. You moan loudly at the sudden full feeling. It felt like she was everywhere. Your pussy. Your stomach. Your chest. She was so deep.

Natasha leans down, her hands planted either side of your head, her boobs right in front of your face. “Suck mommy’s tits for her, make me feel good.” She whispers, her breath brushing against your face. You do as she says and take one of her nipples into your mouth. You suck on it, taking the pebbled bud and running your tongue over it, you loved it when she let you suck on her boobs. She abruptly pulls back again. “That’s enough. Time for my fun,” she smirks. Her hand wrapping around your collared throat and squeezing.

Your vision goes blurry again, you gasp for air as she quickens her thrusts, that familiar feeling in your stomach winding up. “Are you gonna cum for me? Are you gonna cum on mommy’s cock?” She mocks, squeezing your throat tighter. You nod, or you try to, it was hard with her hand so tight around your throat. She pulls her hand back, “Is that a yes, baby? Are you going to be a good puppy and cum for mommy?” She coos, you nod again. “Good girl, cum for me.” And you do, you squirt all over her cock, your cum painting her thighs with a gloss.

You don’t notice her pull out, only noticing the lack of contact. You blink your eyes open slowly and look around, realizing she left the room. Then she re-enters the room with a wet cloth and a bottle of water from the refrigerator. She walks over with a smile and cleans you up, “How are you feeling, baby? You can speak now, go on.” “I-I’m feeling good, Tasha,” you smile back at her. “Good,” she says softly, taking your collar off and putting it back in the toy box. You notice she’s taken her strap off, probably to clean in the bathroom sink. She raises the bottle to your lips so you can drink some water before climbing back onto the bed and shifting the both of you so you’re underneath the covers.

“Take out for dinner?” She suggests. “The polish place down the block?” You suggest back. “Sounds good, babe. Sorry if I was a little harsh, the meeting didn’t go the way I wanted it to.” Nat apologizes. “It’s fine, Tasha. I would have said something if it wasn't," you say sweetly. "Alright then, if you say so," she presses a small kiss to your forehead and you nuzzle into her chest. "Oh, Tasha I made blueberry muffins earlier, your favorite," you add quietly. "Really? I'll have some after dinner, sweetheart. I love you." "I love you too, Tasha."

This whole fic came to me in a vision I had while I was sleep deprived. It's the freakiest thing I've ever written, hope you liked it.

Pt2 coming soon featuring Carol Danvers.

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Let me treat you, baby~

Pairing | Sub!Tim Drake  x FemS/o!Reader

Warnings | NSFW, MDNI, smut, praise, P in V, Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), Fingering, you talk him through it, nipple play, nipple sucking, aftercare, fluffy ending, no use of y/n, reader uses pet names for Tim (e.g, baby, good boy, ect.), Tim calls user babe.

Words | 1.2k

Notes | English isn’t my first language, this was originally a request I got on my old account, but this is a reupload because i lost access to my old account.

You and Tim were hanging out at your apartment, it’d been so long since you were able to hang out with him alone. You’d both been so busy lately, he’d been busy with patrol as Red Robin, Wayne Industries, the Teen Titans and his own family; And you’d been busy with college and work. So this time with your roommate visiting her family all weekend and him being off patrol and work as well was a godsend. 

You were laying on your bed, his head on your chest while you scratch his scalp softly. Comfortable quiet envelops the apartment, only the sounds of the AC and the cars of the University District of Gotham rushing by. It was peaceful. The stress of Tim’s patrol and school and everything going on in the world is just melting away.

“Babe?” Tim says, breaking the silence. “Yeah, Tim?” You respond, looking down at him. He looks up at you through his pretty eyelashes, “I love you, I’m sorry we don’t get to hang out a lot because I’m busy with stuff.” Tim mumbles, raising your right hand and pressing a soft kiss to the back of it. You smile down at him as he kisses your hand, brushing his hair back out of his face, “It’s okay, baby. I just like being able to hang out with you anyways. And I love you too, so, so, so, so much.” You pause, a moment of need flashes through you, because it’s been so long since you could spend some alone time together. “Let me treat you, baby. Okay?”

That’s how you two got into this situation. He was laid back on your bed now, clothes strewn around the room, his head thrown back against the pillows as you kiss along his length. You’d seen him before, he was long and slim, a respectable seven inches with a slight curve towards the head. You wrap your lips around the tip, making him let out a loud whine. You smile around him at the sound of his whine, “Does that feel good, baby?” You say as you spit in your hand and start stroking him slowly. “Y-yeah, oh ugh-” he moans as you take him fully into your mouth. You move your head up and down, him periodically hitting the back of your throat. You keep going, stroking the few inches of his length you couldn’t fit in your mouth. “Babe- I’m gonna- Oh god. I’m gonna cum, Babe. Babe I’m gonna, ugh-” He groans and whimpers as he releases, his hot cum spilling down your throat. 

You slowly pull off of him with an audible ‘pop,’ licking the remnants of his cum off of your lips, the salty sweet taste of him stuck to your tongue. You crawl over him, caging him in with your arms, your legs at either side of his hips. “Does that feel good, baby? Yeah?” You murmur, pressing soft kisses on his face. “Mhmngrr…” He hums, still blissed out from the blow job. “Aww, you’re so pretty like this, Tim. The brave Red Robin, such a good boy for me.” You whisper teasingly, your breath fanning over his face. 

You smile at his blissed out expression on his face and start grinding down on him slowly. He whimpers. He actually fucking whimpers. “Aww, such pretty sounds for me, baby.” You reach down and pull his hand towards your core, sliding two of his fingers inside yourself. He gasps and curls his fingers, hitting your G-spot, making you moan loudly. “Good boy, baby. Keep going, you’re doing so well.” You say, helping him move his fingers in and out of your core, opening you up.

You pull his hand away, helping him line himself up with your entrance. He whines again as his tip brushes against your wet core. “You wanna go in, baby? Yeah?” You say mockingly, cupping his face in your hand, rubbing your thumb softly across his cheek. He moans out a gasped ‘yes,’ before you sink down onto him. He hits your cervix, making you moan too. You dig your nails into his shoulders. “That feels so good, baby. So, so good, Tim. You’re such a good boy for me, aren’t you?” You hum, starting to move. Making him thrust in and out of you rhythmically. Tim whimpers and whines, grasping at your waist, his eyes rolling back into his skull. 

Smiling, you lift his hands and place them on your boobs. He gasps and squeezes them experimentally. He thumbs your nipples as you bounce up and down on him. His tip hits your cervix and you g-spot over and over again. Then he pulls you down, bringing your boobs into his face so he can suck on your nipples, his tongue running over them repeatedly. “Oh- oh, Tim, baby, you’re so good for me. So, so, so good. You’re such a good boy. I love you so much. Oh- Ugh, Tim. That’s it, just like that-” you moan, moving faster, the movement making loud lewd noises that you pray your neighbors can’t hear.

Tim lets your boobs fall from his mouth, “Ugh, babe. I’m gonna cum- Oh, ugh, babe I’m gonna-” he groans, his hips bucking up into you. “Okay baby, you can cum, I’m so close too, I’m so close, baby.” You say, moving faster, that familiar coil tightening in your lower stomach. You collide your lips with his in a bruising kiss as you both cum, him shooting hot spurts of thick semen into your cunt, painting your walls white and you squirting around his length, the mix of fluids dripping down onto the bed as you slowly help him pull out.

“That was so good, baby. You’re so good, such a good boy for me,” you whisper, stroking his hair that was damp with sweat out of his face, pressing sweet kisses to his cheeks. He whines in response, still blissed out. You slowly climb out of bed, careful not to move too quickly because of your aching muscles, making your way to the bathroom, again glad that your roommate isn’t home. A wet cloth and a glass of water, is what you return with. The sight you return to making you smile. 

Your boyfriend, sprawled out on your bed, naked, his softening length on display, still covered in both of your juices. You clean yourself up first and take some sips of water before cleaning him off and helping him lean up against the headboard. He slowly starts coming back to life, blinking slowly, a goofy smile spreading across his face. “I love you so much, babe,” he slurs, taking a sip of the water you offered him. “I love you too, Tim. So, so, so, so much,” you smile back softly, climbing back into the bed with him and covering both of you with the blanket.

He resumes the position he was in earlier, his head on your chest, your arms around him, one of your hands scratching his scalp softly. The heat of the room was dying down, your heart and your breathing slowing. When you’re just on the cusp of sleep, one thought comes to you: how much you love this man. Timothy Drake was definitely the man you were going to spend the rest of your life with… 

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Your boys

Pairing | Jason Todd x Fem!Reader x Roy Harper

Warnings | NSFW, MDNI, smut, nipple play, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), Fingering (m!receiving) , Oral (f!receiving), threesome, anal (m!receiving), slight bondage (handcuffs), aftercare, fluff, no use of y/n

Words | 2.1k

Notes | Might finally finish the part two to this, Reuploaded fic because i lost access to my old account

Summary | The three of you tri-parenting Lian and what happens in your soundproof bedroom after she goes to sleep.

You and Lian were cuddled up on the roof of your apartment building, waiting for Jason and Roy to get back from patrol; you were reading a book to Lian, one of her favourites, Charlie and the Chocolate factory. She’d been obsessed with it lately. It was around 4am on a Saturday and Lian had begged to stay up so she can see her daddies when they got home. She’d even pulled the puppy eyes out, how could you say no?

The Sun was slowly starting to rise over the horizon, Gotham slowly coming to life, a sign that Jason and Roy would be home soon. Just as you finished chapter ten of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, you and Lian heard the familiar thuds of two people landing on the roof from behind you two. Lian quickly spins around to see her dads, jumping up from your lap and running over to them with a happy squeal. “Daddy!” She shouts jumping into Roy’s arms. “Hi Sugarplum,” Roy coos, ruffling her hair, messing up her already messed up black curls. “Hey Princess,” Jason says, a hint of a smile in his voice, though you couldn’t tell, he never took his helmet off before he was behind a locked door in the safety of your home. “Hi Daddy Jay,” Lian beamed. 

You smile and stand up from your place on the roof, the book and the blankets bundled under your arm, “Hi boys,” you say as you walk over to them and Lian. “Hey beautiful,” Roy hums in greeting, looking you up and down. “Hi sweetheart,” Jason says, taking a few steps forwards so he can wrap his arms around your waist, “Lets get inside, yeah? It’s cold out here.” You and Roy nod at his suggestion and start heading to the fire escape to get into the apartment. 

Once you’re all inside Lian starts to yawn, “Aww, is someone sleepy?” Roy asks her teasingly. “Nuh-uh, I’m not tired!” Lian protests through another yawn. “Really, princess? You look pretty damn tired to me,” Jason comments while taking off his helmet now that you’re inside, revealing a soft smile on his lips. Lian yawns again, cuddling into Roy’s chest, “Maybe a little…” She trails off with another yawn. You chuckle softly, “Come on, baby, let’s get you to bed.”

Roy carries her to her bedroom, flicking on her night light as he enters. He places her onto her soft bed with her unicorn bedding, tucking her in with a kiss to her forehead as you and Jason watch from the doorway. “Goodnight, Lian. Me, Daddy Jay and Mommy love you soooo much,” he whispers quietly as her little eyes droop closed and she drifts off to sleep.

He slowly tip-toes out of Lian’s bedroom, closing the door quietly behind him. “Well done, Roy. You didn’t fuck it up,” Jason comments, a smirk on his stupidly handsome face. “Oh shut up, Jay. I can tuck Lian into bed without messing up, I’m not stupid-” Roy argues back before Jason interrupts him, “Really? Could’ve fooled me-” he grunts before you finally interrupt them, your voice stern. “Boys,” you warn, giving them a look. “Yeah, yeah, sorry sweetheart,” Jay responds to your stern look. “Sorry babygirl,” Roy says sheepishly. You roll your eyes at their constant banter and jokes and arguing before smiling again at the thought that your boys are home and that Lian is asleep. “Bedroom?” You ask, watching their faces light up. “Hell yes, beautiful.” Roy groans, wrapping his arms around your waist and slinging you over his shoulder, walking you over to your guys’ bedroom, Jason following close behind, chuckling quietly at Roy’s antics. 

Jason locks the door behind the three of you as Roy throws you onto the bed, your fall cushioned by the pillows and fluffy blankets you three keep on bed for comfort. Roy steps back and starts taking all of his gear off, Jason doing the same. You sit back and watch, this was your favourite part of the night; your favourite boys turning into your favourite show. Jason notices you looking and elbows Roy to get his attention, “Liking the show, sweetheart?” He says teasingly a grin on his usually gruff face, making you smirk in response. “You know I am, handsome,” you hum back, taking your own pyjama top and shorts off, leaving you in your underwear as they join you on the bed in only their underwear too; Jason on your left, Roy on your right.

“Wow, this pretty set, all for us, baby?” Roy smirks, commenting on your red lingerie set that you’d specifically chosen for tonight. “Can’t I do something special for my boys?” You ask as you wrap your arms around Roy’s neck. Roy brings his hands up to rest on the sides of your ribs while Jason’s arms come around your back to wrap around your waist, leaving you trapped and sandwiched between the two. “I like it, sweetheart,” Jason says, pressing a kiss to the back of your head. “You only like it because it’s in your colours,” Roy huffs before Jason speaks up again, “You wear red too, dumbass,” “Yeah, but my red’s lighter than yours,” Roy whines. “Roy, stop whining, I’ll get a set that matches your red next time, yeah?” You suggest, trying to stop them from arguing again. “Okay baby, sounds good,” Roy mumbles, ducking his head down to start pressing small kisses to your neck. “You spoil him,” Jason grumbles, making you smile.

“Come on, Jay. I spoil you too,” you hum, grinding your ass against Jason’s core. Jason groans, his hands tightening around your waist, Roy sees what’s happening and decides to join in, grinding his hips into yours as you grind on Jason. “Come on, babygirl, let’s show Grumpus a good time, eh?” Roy whispers. You slide your hands into Jason’s boxers, palming him before sliding his boxers down his thick thighs, Roy helping you with eagerness in his eyes. “Woah, one at a time, please,” Jason jokes, kicking his discarded boxers off the bed and rolling over to be on top of the two of you. His big arms, that are definitely bigger than your head, caging you and Roy in as he leans down to kiss Roy messily. Roy responds quickly, their kiss a mess of teeth, tongue and lips with no coordination to it at all. When they break apart, Roy turns to you with a grin before capturing your own lips in an equally messy kiss. His tongue sweeps through your mouth, the taste of Jason lingering from before. 

As you kiss Roy, Jason makes it his own mission to make sure the two of you are as unclothed as he is; he slides down your underwear and unclasps your bra at the back, taking your nice lingerie set off as Roy shimmies himself out of his boxers, his hard cock springing out. Roy eventually pulls back from the kiss, his hands immediately grabbing your boobs, playing with your nipples, teasing and twisting the sensitive buds before Jason smacks his hands away. “Go get the lube, you’re in the middle tonight,” Jason growls. “Why do I gotta be in the middle?” Roy complains. You answer his question for him, “Because I was in the middle last time and Jason was the time before that. Go.” “Ugh, fine,” Roy groans, getting out of bed and walking to the nightstand to get the lube. “And the handcuffs,” Jason adds, getting a shocked look from both of you. “For me or for both of us?” Roy asks sheepishly, trying to hide the fact that Jason being mean was making his cock leak prematurely with pre-cum. “Just you, I don’t want you touching tonight, got it?” Jason says sternly. “Y-yeah, sure,” Roy says quickly, grabbing the handcuffs and the lube and crawling back onto the bed.

Jason was now knelt at the end of the bed and you were resting up against the pillows, leaving enough space for Roy between you two. Roy crawls onto that space, facing you as Jason takes the handcuffs and does his hands behind his back. “Hi baby,” Roy grins. “Hey Roy~” you smirk, running a hand through his hair as Jason squirts the lube onto his fingers to prep Roy. “Ready?” Jason asks preemptively. “Yup. Give me everything you’ve got, big boy,” Roy says cockily, before immediately moaning and whining as Jason inserts a finger, his moans getting louder as Jason inserts another. “Aww, what happened to ‘Give me everything you’ve got’?” You question teasingly, holding Roy’s face in your hands. “N-nothing, sweetcheeks, I-I’m a grown ass man, I can h-handlle this,” Roy moans as Jason massages his G-spot. Jason’s smirk widens at the sounds Roy makes, “Sweetheart, give him a little something, yeah?”

You lean back against the pillows more, opening your thighs in front of Roy’s face. “Can I? Please, Jason, I need to taste her.” Roy begs. “Yeah. Dig in, Roy.” Jason grunts as Roy dives head first into your cunt. His tongue circles your clit, making you moan. You grip his hair pushing him further in.  His tongue delves into your entrance making obscene noises you’re glad no one else can hear because of the soundproof wall paneling Jason insisted you got. “I’m gonna go in now, relax, Roy,” Jason says, the tip of his, frankly gargantuan, cock pressing against Roy’s entrance. Roy moans into your cunt, the vibrations going straight through you.

He enters Roy in one quick thrust, forcing Roy deeper into your cunt. Roy whimpers, slurping up all of your juices, the familiar coil in your stomach tightening. “Oh- Oh, jay- I’m gonna, ugh-” you moan out, Roy working on your clit, taking it between his teeth sucking, tracing with his tongue all while Jason thrusts in and out of him. “Just let go, sweetheart, Roy’s a good boy, he’ll take care of you,” Jason groans, Roy whimpers at being called a good boy. 

After a few more minutes you finish, your orgasm falling over you like a truck, squirting all over Roy’s face, he laps it all up, every last drop like it’s his life’s purpose. “Gods, baby, you taste so good,” Roy moans against your cunt, his tongue running up your folds, making obscene slurping noises. Jason continues thrusting in and out of Roy, hitting his prostate over and over again.

“Oh- Oh, Jay-” Roy gasps, his pretty cock decorated with a red tip, pre-cum dripping onto the bed. “You’re such a good boy for us, baby,” you coo, leaning down to press sweet kisses all over his face. “Come on, Roy, let go for us, I’m so close,” Jason groans, slamming into Roy harder. Roy moans and groans louder. You shift bringing them both further up the bed a bit so Roy’s face rests on your chest, his face pressed into your boobs, his moans vibrating through you. “Ugh, Jay- Please, I’m gonna-” Roy whines before blowing his load all over the bed, Jason following close behind, filling Roy up to the brim.

Jason slowly pulls out, collapsing onto the bed next to you two. You three lay there panting, the air thick, the scent of sex lingering. “I love you, boys,” you whisper, pressing a small kiss to each of their foreheads and undoing Roy’s handcuffs, throwing them off to the side. “I love you too, sweetheart,” Jason mumbles. “I love you the most, babygirl,” Roy smiles up at you. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up,” you say, shifting on the bed. Jason and Roy follow you off the bed, moving to the bathroom attached onto the bedroom. You turn the bath on, climbing in as it starts to slowly fill up. Roy and Jason climb into the large bath as well. You lay your head on Jason’s chest, your leg hooking over his, Roy on his other side, doing the same movements. 

A while later you all climb out of the bath, drying yourselves off and getting into some fresh pyjamas. Roy changes the sheet on the bed, putting the one he came all over into the laundry hamper. Jason hides the lube and the handcuffs back into the drawer. You all climb back into bed, cuddling up to each other. Jason on your left and Roy on your right like always. “My boys,” you whisper with a smile. “Yep, yours,” Jason says. “Your boys,” Roy grunts, halfway into sleep. You and Jason chuckle softly at his sleepy expression. “Goodnight, sweetheart. Goodnight, Roy.” Jason hums as you all fall into sleep, relaxed in each other’s arms. Completely safe and in love.

Note | See why I want to do a part 2?

[sug4rf1cs]

Scars and Acceptance

Pairing | Jason Todd x FemReader

Summary | Jason just needs some time to realize his scars aren't that scary.

Warnings | NSFW, MDNI, smut, Reader is smaller than Jason, Jason has a big... personality, size k!nk, P in V, Unprotected sex (wrap it up kids), Oral sex (Fem!Receiving), N!pple play. Fingering, Fluff, Aftercare, Scars and a smidgen of angst.

Words | 1.5k

Notes | I wrote most of this at 3am while listening to the Hamilton soundtrack. This is a reuploaded fic because I lost access to my old account.

You’d been dating Jason for a while. You knew about his… nighttime activities, they didn’t scare you much. You’d dated your fair share of criminals and scumbags, it was inevitable living in Gotham, a standard of the crime-ridden city. But when you got with Jason, you didn’t expect him to be so… polite and well-read for a crime-alley street kid.

It had been six months since you made it official, but you were yet to actually see him without a shirt on. He always made excuses like, “Babe, I have some nasty scars on my chest, I don’t wanna freak you out,” and “C’mon, it’s way too cold to sleep without a shirt on,” But of course you respected it, it was his body, you weren’t going to force him to do anything he didn’t want to.

Until one night, at his apartment, during an unusually heavy make-out session, he took his shirt off and threw it across the room before pulling you down on top of him before he could realise what he’d done, you pulled back and saw his chest. The ‘Nasty scar’ he’d told you about in full view. It looked like an autopsy scar, like someone had cut him open and stitched him back up purposely.

Jason pulled away, scrambling to get his shirt back on, “Shit, I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean for you to see those.” But before he could get his shirt back on he felt your hand on his chest, over the scar. “Why are you apologising? You made it out like your scars were all mangled and horrid, that’s a surgical scar, Jay.” you point out, looking up at him with kind eyes. “But they’re… I don’t like them, they’re ugly.” he says, slightly flustered by your hand on his chest. “You don’t have to like them, Jay. Just know that I won’t hate you for having them.”

Jason pulled you into a tight hug, “Thanks, babe…” That night you two just went to bed instead of carrying on. He cuddled you to his chest and listened to your soft breathing as it lulled him to sleep.

A few months pass since that night and Jason decided he was finally ready.

It was a weekend you both had off, a saturday night to be specific. You were both cuddled up on his couch watching some cheesy romance movie Dick recommended Jason for ‘Date night.’ You were sat in his lap, softly making out and he ran his hands up your sides and through your hair. His tongue was in your mouth, exploring it and tangling with your own, enjoying your sweet taste. His hands start to wander as one of them cups your asscheek and squeezes, making you let out a whimper that sent blood straight to his crotch.

He could feel himself getting hard, and he knew you could feel it too as you straddled his lap, the movie now completely forgotten. He broke the kiss, looking up at you with hungry eyes, he wanted you. “Jay?..” you ask softly. “Baby, wanna move this to the bedroom?” he murmurs, giving you a wink. Your cheeks flush, was tonight the night? You nod and he picks you up and carries you bridal style to the bedroom.

He places you down on the bed softly and takes his shirt off, revealing his scars again. You could tell he was still a little insecure of them, but you decided against commenting on it. He looks down at you, his hands reaching for your own t-shirt, “Can I?” he whispers as you respond in a nod. His hands slide under the fabric and gently pull it off, exposing your breasts and stomach to the cold air. Your skin covers in goosebumps. He can’t help but gawk for a second before moving to touch you and cup your breasts. 

He moves to straddle you on the bed, “Gods, you’re beautiful..” he mumbles as he ducks down to take one of your nipples into his mouth. In response you let out a soft moan, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud, his other hand paying attention to your other breast. Your hand comes down to card through his hair as he switches his attention to your other breast and you let out another moan, louder this time.

He sits up from his worship on your breasts and toys with the waistband of your pants and you nod, mumbling a quick “yes” as you capture his lips in a fiery kiss. He unbuttons your pants and you lift your hips to help him slide them down your legs. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he mumbles, running his large hands down your sides, making you shiver.

He slides your panties down your legs, revealing yourself to him. “You’re so wet, sweetheart,” he groans, ducking his down between your thighs. Your hand resumes its place in his hair as he licks a long stripe up your pussy. He continues his feast between your legs, he slides one finger inside of you, curling it to hit the right spot, making you let out a loud gasped moan.

His tongue circles your clit, the feeling was amazing, he ate pussy like an expert, and you were glad for it. He slides another finger in, curling it to match the other. You could feel the coil in your stomach tightening, that familiar feeling of euphoria close. “Jay, I’m gonna-” you moan as he speeds up. “Come on, sweetheart, give it to me,” he groans against your pussy. You came pretty soon afterwards, him catching every drop with his mouth like it was his life source.

He crawled up from his spot between your legs, caging you in with his huge arms. You pull him down for a messy kiss full of teeth and tongue, tasting your sweet juices on his mouth. Your own hands reach down this time to unbutton his pants eagerly. He helps you slide them off and then moves you to straddle him. You grind against him through his boxers, “Gods, sweetheart,” he growled, hastily taking his boxers off and discarding them. His cock was big, bigger than any you’d seen before. It was long and girthy and veiny. You weren’t really sure if it would fit.

“Jay, is it gonna fit?” You ask timidly, taking it into your hands and stroking him. “Yeah, we just need to go slow, sweetheart.” He murmurs reassuringly, moving you to position over his cock. He slowly slides into your hole, inch by inch. “Ah- Jay, it's too big-” you gasp, he stops halfway to let you get used to it. After a few seconds the sting starts to fade and you give him a nod to keep going. He slides the rest inside, bottoming out quickly. “Ugh, sweetheart, you’re so tight,” he groans, gripping your waist to keep you steady on top of him. About a minute later he starts to move, slowly thrusting in and out of you. A cacophony of moans and whimpers leaves your mouth, mingling with the sound of his groans. You loved that he trusted you enough to do this with you, but most of all, you loved him. Every part of him, even the scars he hated so much.

“Ugh, babe, I’m- Oh my god, I’m so close, babe-” you whimper, the pleasure overtaking you as he hits that sweet spot over and over again. “Its ok, come for me, sweetheart, I’m close too.” He groans as he continues his movements, faster. It didn’t take long for you to come over his cock, him colouring your walls a sticky white soon after.

You don’t notice when he pulls out, coming too when you hear the sound of the tap from the bathroom sink running and when he comes back into the bedroom with a damp cloth and a glass of water. “Are you ok, sweetheart? I didn’t go too hard, did I?” he says, handing you the glass of water and watching you take a sip. “I’m ok, babe.” you answer, you notice he put his boxers back on at some point, did you really black out for a moment? You wouldn’t really doubt it if you did.

You’re snapped out of your internal monologue when he presses the damp cloth to your sticky thighs and between your legs, cleaning you up. “Thanks, jay,” you mumble, feeling extremely tired after your activities. “It’s the least I can do, I gotta make sure you’re ok, sweetheart.” He flashes you a smile, one that made him look kind of prince charming-esque. You smile back as he climbs into bed with you, surrounding you with his strong arms in a big hug.

“I love you, babe..” you mutter against his shoulder as you drift off to sleep. “I love you too, Sweetheart.” He says, playing with your soft hair as he watches you sleep, settling in soon after and being lulled to sleep aswell, the movie in the other room completely forgotten about. He’d have to tell Dick they’d watch it another time, he couldn’t remember what it was even about by now.