Jason was so fun to draw I definitely want to do more dc art! maybe absolute superman or Wally west..never doing bedsheets again though that was so hard it felt malicious
jason todd loves bulking season. so much so it lasts longer than most peoples. partly due to his nighttime job. partly because he loves the way you look at him when he bulks up.
his muscles get thicker as his figure fills out more, scarred skin slightly taught and his v-line blends into his stomach. his hands are large, splaying over the small of your back when he grabs a cup from the cabinet.
the fabric of his shirt stretches at his shoulders and biceps, lifting at the stomach to reveal the thick hairs of his happy trail.
he’s naturally warmer too.
jason sleeps in his boxers and drapes himself over you. his warmth seeps into your skin as he murmurs sleepy nonsense in your ear.
it’s distractingly attractive. he scratches his soft abs in the morning when your brushing your teeth, the subtlest smirk sitting on his lips when you eye his body in the mirror.
he comes home late one night to you still up. your working on your laptop, listening to the sound of him climbing into the apartment before locking it.
his heavy boots thud through the apartment and the bedroom door is pushed open. you glance up for the briefest moment. and he’s standing there, kevlar armor stretched over his muscles, helmet in a gloveless hand with his glove pinched between his teeth. there’s a few scrapes and bruises on his face. his black hair sticks to his forehead, the white streak nearly hidden completely.
and he grins.
like he didn’t just come back from patrol in one of the most distracting ways he could. jason tosses his glove in his duffel back along with his helmet, stripping out of his armor until he’s in his boxers and crawling across the bed.
he smells like sandalwood, leather and iron, sweat clings to his skin as he moves your laptop out of the way, kissing you senseless with the night’s adrenaline still fresh on his skin.
@anotherumbranwitch for the biggest jason todd fan I know
Show-Off ♡ Jason Todd . . . Jason shows his girlfriend how he uses her bw as warm-up.
: ♥︎ content WARNING : Jason Todd × Reader, body image insecurity, self-doubt, gym anxiety, emotional vulnerability, reassurance
: ♥︎ doll notie note . . . didn’t put any weight/number because I wouldn’t want to trigger someone, hope you guys like this draft lol
Y/N hated it. NO. She loved it. She hated that she loved it. She had a weird relationship with the gym that even she couldn’t describe; maybe it was the smell of rubber mats or the faint metallic tang of iron that never left the air no matter how much they scrubbed. Either way, she was there every day because she had a free membership courtesy of the Wayne Foundation—Bruce loved to brag that he was “investing in the health of his workers.” The fluorescent lights buzzed like trapped wasps, too bright, too white, turning everyone’s skin the color of printer paper. Perfect lighting for the mirrors to become every influencer’s paradise.
Jason had dragged her there at exactly 18:17 PM, before dinner. “You said you wanted to squat heavier,” he’d reminded her. “I’m not letting you skip leg day.”
She rolled her eyes, but she came anyway. She always did. Because Jason’s idea of a date was spotting her on sumo squats while reciting laws she had to memorize for her exams, and somehow that was the most romantic thing anyone had ever done for her.
Tonight, though, something was off.
She’d worn the black set—the one she bought on impulse back when she still thought “athleisure” was a personality trait. The shorts were high-waisted but way too short, the kind that made her ass look like two scoops of ice cream fighting for space. The top was a cropped long-sleeve, compression fabric (her greatest enemy in the world). It clung to her ribs, her stomach, the soft curve under her bra where her body refused to be flat no matter how many minutes of planks she did. She’d felt good in the mirror at home—for a moment she’d liked what she saw—but now, under the gym’s merciless lights, she felt like a specimen.
They’re staring, she thought, tugging at the hem of her shorts that refused to stay put and kept rolling up her thighs. The guy on the cable row. The girl with purple hair. The trainer with the clipboard. Her skin prickled. She could feel eyes crawling over the dimples on her thighs, the way the top rode up when she lifted her arms. They’re thinking: ‘Why is she even here? She doesn’t belong. Look at her stomach. Look at her arms.’
No one was looking. Everyone was in their own world. Just Jason every now and then to make sure she was okay while he was across the room, loading plates onto a barbell like he was stacking bodies, but she couldn’t shake the static in her chest.
She power-walked to the water fountain, pretending to refill her bottle. Her hands were shaking and she felt like she might throw up, but the cold metal against her lips grounded her for half a second. When she turned back, Jason was watching her again, head tilted, one brow raised like he knew something was wrong. She hadn’t noticed when, but he’d already taken off his hoodie, left in just a black tank and gray sweats, the kind that hung low enough to show the cut of his hips. His arms were ridiculous. Veins like subway maps. She hated how much she loved it. Hated how damn athletic he looked next to her.
“You good?” he called, voice cutting through the clang of weights and someone’s overplayed playlist.
“Fine,” she lied. Her voice came out too high. She cleared her throat. “Just… can I borrow your hoodie?”
He didn’t ask why. He just stood up from the flat bench with the hoodie in his hands and walked over until he draped it over her head like a cape, covering them both. A bubble just for them in the middle of the gym. He kissed the tip of her nose gently, making her laugh as he stepped back and she pulled the hoodie on with a speed that made Jason think. Again, he didn’t ask.
The sleeves hung past her fingertips, the hem hit mid-thigh. She zipped it up to her chin and instantly felt… safer. Like armor made of the scent of the boy she loved.
Jason’s mouth twitched. “Better?”
“Much.” She rolled the sleeves to her elbows. “Don’t judge me.”
“Never.” He jerked his chin toward the squat rack. “Come on. Sumo time. Wide stance. Ass to grass.”
She groaned but followed him to the rack. The hoodie smelled like him—warm, a little smoky, like he’d been too close to a rooftop fire. She inhaled without meaning to; the scent made her feel safe.
The platform was scuffed black rubber, sticky under her sneakers. Jason loaded the bar for her and his hands adjusted her into position, making sure her form was perfect so she wouldn’t hurt herself. The weight felt good. Familiar. She widened her stance, toes out, knees over pinkies. Dropped into the hole. Drove up. Again. Again.
But the hoodie kept slipping. The zipper gaped when she breathed. She could feel cool air on her sternum, the edge of her sports bra. They’re looking again. She imagined the mirror behind her reflecting every jiggle, every roll. Her face burned.
Jason’s eyes narrowed. He wasn’t spotting her anymore—he was studying her. Like when he was piecing together a case. Or deciding whether to put a bullet in someone’s knee.
She racked the bar with a clang. “I’m done.”
“You’re not done.”
“I am. My form’s off. I’m tired.”
He stepped closer. Close enough to see the faint scar through his left eyebrow, the one he got from a crowbar in Crime Alley when he was fifteen. “Y/N.”
“What?”
“You’re wearing my hoodie like it’s a parka. I’ve seen you tugging it down like it’s gonna eat you after every rep. Talk to me.”
She opened her mouth. Closed it. The gym noise pressed in—grunts, clangs, the squeak of sneakers. Someone dropped a dumbbell and cursed.
“I just… feel weird,” she muttered. “Like everyone’s staring because I’m taking too much space. And— I wore this stupid outfit and now I want to die.”
Jason’s jaw flexed. He glanced around the room—slow, deliberate. His gaze landed on the cable row guy, who immediately found his phone fascinating. Purple hair girl suddenly needed to stretch. Clipboard trainer vanished into the office.
“No one’s staring,” he said, voice low. “But if they were, I’d break their necks. You know that, right?”
She huffed a laugh. “You can’t break necks in a gym, Jason. Liability.”
“Watch me.” Jason’s fingers closed around her wrist and he tugged her toward the bench press station. “Sit.”
“What?”
“Sit on my lap. I need a spot.”
She blinked. “You… what?”
He was already lying back on the bench, sliding under the bar. “You heard me. I’m benching. You’re spotting. Lap. Now.”
“Jason, you don’t need—”
“Lap.”
She hesitated. Then climbed on, straddling his hips, knees on either side of the bench. The hoodie rode up her thighs. She tugged it down again.
Jason’s hands settled on her waist, thumbs brushing the bare skin where the fabric ended. “How much do you weigh?”
“Rude.”
“Ballpark.”
“Ish... That, maybe,” she pointed at the bar.
“Cool.” He looked up at the plates he’d loaded on the bar. Two thick iron plates. Then he looked at her with a cocky grin. “That’s my warm-up.”
“Jason—”
“Shh. Spot me.”
He unracked the bar with confidence. Lowered it to his chest. Pressed it up. Smooth. Controlled. Again. Again. Ten reps. Twelve. Fifteen. His pecs flexed under the tank, veins standing out on his forearms. The bar never wavered. His arms didn’t fail. He wasn’t shaking. He wasn’t even sweating—it was like the weight wasn’t challenging for him (it wasn’t).
Y/N’s stomach did a slow, liquid flip. He’s benching my weight. Like it’s nothing. She could feel the heat of him through her shorts, the steady rise and fall of his breathing. Her thighs tightened involuntarily.
He racked the bar with a soft clink. Sat up slowly, hands sliding to her hips to keep her steady. “Still think you take up too much space?”
She swallowed. “Show-off.”
He grinned—again that stupid cocky smile that made her knees weak. “We’re not done.”
Before she could protest, he stood, lifting her with him like she weighed less than the bar. Set her on her feet. Then he grabbed the same barbell and started curling it. Biceps curling like cables under skin. Slow, controlled. Ten reps. Twelve. The sleeves of his tank strained along with his jaw, his gaze fixed on the mirror, focused.
Y/N’s mouth went dry. She tried to look away and failed. Her face was on fire and she prayed no one could notice or read her thoughts through her stare. She could feel the giggle bubbling up, high and stupid, and she let it out—half laugh, half squeak.
“You’re ridiculous,” she managed.
“You’re drooling.”
“I am not—”
“You are. Little bit. Right here.” He tapped the corner of his mouth with his free hand.
She slapped his arm. “Stop it.”
He racked the bar, stepped into her space. The gym faded—the lights, the noise, the smell of sweat and rubber. Just him. His hands on her waist again, thumbs tracing the edge of the hoodie.
“Listen to me,” he said, voice rough. “You’re not a before picture. You’re not a project. You’re not ‘brave’ for existing in a body that doesn’t look like Instagram. You’re Y/N fucking Y/L. You sing like the world’s ending and cook like it’s worth saving. You make me laugh when I want to burn the city down. And you look—” His eyes dragged down her body, his teeth catching his lower lip in a wicked grimace that made Y/N feel embarrassed someone might see them. “—like every inch of you was designed to ruin me. So wear the tight shit. Or don’t. But don’t hide in my hoodie because you think you’re too much. You’re exactly enough.”
Her breath hitched. The hoodie felt too hot suddenly. She unzipped it halfway, let it hang open. The air kissed her collarbones, her stomach. She didn’t flinch.
“Okay,” she whispered.
“Okay?”
“Yeah. But you’re still a show-off.”
He laughed, the sound rumbling in his chest. “Takes one to know one.”
if requests are open, then maybe... the polybros with a reader who likes to wear lipstick? Could be a vibrant shade of red, and the bros end up covered in kiss marks (nsfw if possible)
A long one- I missed my Mistress Insert, so I put her here. I was able to expand and really get into wrting this. I had unfortunate circumstances happen, but I want to keep writing.
This is a long one, so buckle up.
All Dressed Up
Polyester/Fem!Reader/Polyurethane
(Rated E)
🔞(18+ Only)🔞
You sighed loudly, rubbing the temples on your head with your fingers to try and help relieve the tension you can feel forming in the back of your eyelids.
Today had been a long day, and it seems it was going to go on much longer, as both your Bar and Kitchen Manager are continuing to argue back and forth during today's virtual meeting.
This was just supposed to be a quick, touch base kind of meeting, to see how staff was fairing with some of the new implemented changes with the food and beverage vendors.
You were hoping to save quite a bit of money on stock, but as it turns out it may not be worth the headache.
You decided to let them hash it out a little more, their muffled voices playing through your speakers, as they try to come to a solution about who gets the first pick of produce.
There was a small knock at your officer door, as it was pushed open slowly while the old hinges couldn't help but creak just a little.
You smiled, seeing a mop of purple hair creeping in.
Polyester tip toed his way over to your desk, placing a cup of coffee along with a small plate with a chocolate pastry next to you, doing his best to stay off camera to avoid being seen by your staff.
You felt your face flush, as you leaned out of the frame of the camera.
“You're very sweet- thank you.” You whispered close to his ear, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before you turned your attention back to your meeting. “I don't understand why you can't simply split the shipment when it arrives, then make up the difference once the evening shipment arrives?”
You were so engrossed in your employees, that you missed the lovesick look on Polyester's face, his hands on his cheeks as he quickly walked out of your office into the hallway.
You also missed the angry look Polyurethane shot at his older brother, as Polyester wanted to tease him about being the favorite, giving him a smug smirk while pointing to the prominent ruby red mar where your lips had met his skin.
He wore your lipstick stain like a prize, refusing to wipe it off, even if it did stain his nice jumpsuit.
Little did you know that with that small act of affection, you had accidentally started a war.
It was getting later into the night, and unfortunately, it seems you were going to be stuck in your office for a little while longer.
Your head Security Officer had called out sick, and you were already down another guy due to him moving onto another job, so you bit the bullet and took it upon yourself to be on camera duty and asset protection.
It was easy, just really boring.
Your radio sat upon your desk with a full charge ready to go, as your eyes were glued onto the camera feeds in The Club downstairs.
You reported any activities that seemed odd to your bouncers and private guards- making sure there was no non consensual funny business going on in your establishment… Consensual funny business is all well and good, though.
You made money on people having a good time, so you didn't make a habit of breaking up a little bit of frisky business going on in your booths.
You just made a note to have it deep cleaned later.
You couldn't help but yawn, stretching your arms over your head as your office doors creaked open once more.
This time, it was a mop of pink hair that greeted you on the way in.
He placed a brown, greasy paper bag on your desk- making sure to use a tray so as to not ruin your expensive furniture with fast food stains.
You felt yourself begin to drool at the smell, knowing full well you shouldn't be eating something so unhealthy, but your stomach was shaking in anger as you hadn't eaten since earlier when Polyester brought you a little snack.
The worst part?
He placed an Extra Large Milkshake on your desk next to the meal, wiggling his eyebrows in your direction as if he could read your mind.
“Ugh- you are the worst!” You complained, but laughed as you reached into the bag to put a French fry into your mouth. “But, you're also the best.”
You stood up a little, placing a kiss under his jaw, not really thinking too much about the small display of affection.
“Anything for My Mistress.” Polyurethane spoke, an equally goofy love struck look on his face as he walked out of your office as well.
Polyester was waiting outside of the doors, glaring daggers at his brother as the ruby red mark was located lower on his body than his own.
He had to fix that.
He marched himself into your private bathroom, grabbing a handful of various lotions and hair products, throwing them all into a shower caddy as he marched right back out into the hallway.
Polyurethane glared at him as he slowly crept his way back into your office.
You had finished eating by that point, working on the rest of your milkshake as you continued to watch the cameras and call in any suspicious activity to your guys on the ground.
“My Mistress-” Polyester spoke, holding up a hairbrush in one hand with a bottle of dry shampoo in the other. “All this stress is totally not Gucci for your hair, let me fix it for you.”
“Oh?” You asked, putting your cup down as you ran your fingers through the hair on your scalp. “It seems you are correct, my hair could use a little touch up.”
“I got you.” He spoke confidently, as you sat back in your chair while you continued to watch the cameras like a hawk.
It was only around 10 PM, and you stayed open until after last call at 2 AM, where staff had to kick the last few patrons out as the closers would finish cleaning and preparing for the next day.
You weren't leaving that seat until then.
You felt the tension in your shoulders easing, as Polyester gently began to untangle some of the knots in your hair with his fingers, before running the brush through it as he sprayed the shampoo into your scalp to help remove any extra oils that had accumulated.
You sighed, leaning back into his touch, as he ran his fingers through your now clean hair, applying a layer of high quality finishing oil to keep any unruly frizz in check and out of the way.
At least you can say you look like a real woman again, and not some overworked office zombie… even if that was closer to the truth than you wanted it to be.
“Aw, thanks so much, Polyester.” You cooed, turning away from the camera for just a moment to beckon him closer to you.
He leaned in, his face a deep shade of pink as he began to blush, as you gave him a kiss under his ear and one on top of his shoulder to show your thanks.
Your gaze immediately turned back to the cameras, not noticing the triumphant punch he gave to the air as he walked back out of your office.
Polyurethane was waiting outside, as his brother smugly began pointing out the two new bright red, lip shaped marks that were left on his skin.
Polyurethane was fuming, huffing angrily as he refused to be outdone by his big brother.
He, too, had snuck his way into your private bathroom to grab a bottle from one of your vanity drawers… maybe you should change the locks to your bedroom.
He also managed to snag a pair of glasses off of your nightstand on his way out.
He ran right past his brother in the hallway, not even sparring him another look, only coming to a screeching haunt outside of your office doors.
He cleared his throat as he calmly opened them up, confidentially swaggering his way back into your working space.
“Mistress!” He happily greeted, jogging up behind your desk as he got closer, throwing his arms over your shoulders in a warm embrace. “It's, like, terrible for your eyes to stare at a screen for so long.”
“Yes, I'm aware- I can already feel the ache in my head from it.” You spoke, patting his arm to signal for him to let you go so that you could sit back up in your chair to continue your monitoring session.
“Nuh-uh, there will be no headache as long as moi's around.” He sang out, gently placing the glasses he got from your room in front of your eyes.
“Oh! My blue light glasses!” You smiled, adjusting the frames so that they sat comfortably on your face. “Nice idea, Polyurethane! You're a life saver.”
“I try.” He shrugged standing behind you as his eyes looked at your security camera footage. He cringed, watching the humans getting sloppy and making a mess all over your beautiful club.
He shook his head, quietly popping the cap off the bottle he got from your bathroom, as he poured a generous amount of the heady scented oil onto his palms.
He rubbed his hands together to warm it up, as he gently slipped his hands under the collar of your dress shirt to get into contact with the bare skin of your neck and shoulders.
“Wah?” You flinched, but only for a moment, as you felt Polyurethane pressing his thumbs into the base of your neck.
From there, he began to run them up to your hair line, and back down to the base of your shoulder blade.
He could feel your muscles jumping, begging to loosen under the pressure he was placing, as he rubbed them along the grain to try and keep them from going stiff.
“Ah-hmmm, that feels so nice.” You moaned, leaning back in your chair, fighting the urge to close your eyes as you continued to monitor the room below.
“Good! I aim to please.” He whispered, his words sounding slightly flirtatious, as his hands moved on from your neck to your shoulders.
“Oh trust me, you already are.” You sighed, lifting your arm to pull his face down closer to yours.
“Ahh-” he squeaked, his hands stilling on your skin as you licked a long stripe up his neck to his ear.
You smirked, as you felt him shiver under your simple and surprising touch.
“You're such a good boy, Polyurethane.” You whispered, giving him a kiss on his neck. You pulled him in closer and placed another kiss on his shoulder as you moved away to turn your attention back onto the monitors. “I'm almost done here, once it's Last Call I'll finish up and head upstairs.”
“Yuh-yes, Mistress.” Polyurethane stuttered, giving you a wobbly bow, as he did his best to walk straight and back out of your office.
That was harder to do when suddenly your clothing felt a whole lot tighter.
Sadly his love sickness didn't last for very long, as he immediately locked eyes with his brother outside of the big double doors, while also flaunting his new ruby red marks that decorated his skin.
“You know what this means, don't you?” Polyester huffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he sent a silent challenge over to his brother.
“Oh- it's so on.” Polyurethane chuckled, also crossing his arms to show that he would gladly rise to overcome this little game they were about to play.
There was a beat- 3… 2… 1…
Then it was on.
They simultaneously took off running, shooting off like a pair of twin rockets, running down the hallway and up the stairs as quickly as they could.
They hardly noticed they had trampled and squished Snaps on their way up, the poor zipper’s guts spilling out onto the carpet due to their combined weight.
In a flash, they were back in your room, quickly cleaning and organizing all of your belongings that they had previously torn through, making sure not to leave anything out of place in their rush.
They were like a pink and purple blur that was shooting back and forth through your room.
After all of that fussing was finally over, they stood together at attention, their arms behind their backs as their chests were puffed out. They waited so patiently for you to retire to your chambers, as they wanted to bid you a proper goodnight, before heading off to bed themselves.
It didn't take long for you to lock up and shut down for the night, leaving your staff to complete the closeout of the Club and Bar down below.
You tilted your head in confusion at the Zipper mess on the stairs, shrugging as you knew he would clean up after himself once he was able to come back again.
Those little creatures were tough, that's for sure.
You made sure the rest of the lights were off inside the house before deciding to get ready to turn in for the night.
Yawning as you move to cover your mouth with your hand, trying not to cough as you were shocked to be greeted not by a dark and empty room, but by a pair of warm voices and a cozy space.
“Welcome home, Mistress!” Polyester and Polyurethane greeted, bowing deeply as you gave them a quizzical look in return.
“Shouldn't you be in bed? You have work tomorrow.” You scolded, moving to stand in front of them as you crossed your arms in disapproval.
“Yes, but!” Polyester spoke, lifting his head to look at you.
“We wanted to make sure that you were comfortable first.” Polyurethane finished, lifting his head up as well to look at you.
“That's so sweet, but you don't have to, I don't want you to be tired for your shift tomorrow.” You smiled, walking up to them to caress both their cheeks in your hand.
You finally got a good look at them, noticing the smudged lipstick marks from earlier still on their skin.
“Oh, dear, let me get that for you.” You said, reaching into your pants pocket to grab your handkerchief.
“As if!” They spoke out in unison, backing away from your touch as if you had burnt then.
“Huh?” You asked while tilting your head in confusion, watching them both take another step away from you.
They were covering the red marks with their hands while they shook their heads back and forth.
“No!” Polyurethane cried, followed by a “I want to keep them!” Polyester whined.
“Keep them?” You asked, placing your hands on your hips as you waited for them to explain further.
“They are like little reminders.” Polyester whispered, pressing his fingers together as he looked down at the floor.
“It's like we get a reminder of your sweet praise.” Polyurethane sung out, covering his face with his hands as he shyly kicked at the floor beneath his feet.
“Oh… Oh!” You exclaimed, finally understanding what they meant. You couldn't help but laugh as you couldn't believe that they were feeling that desperate for your affection.
“You both are so silly sometimes.” You whispered, walking forward while placing a palm on each of their chests, pressing lightly as you guided them to the foot of your bed.
You shoved them down rather harshly, enjoying the sweet sounds of their surprised yelps, as they bounced just a little bit while landing on their backs on your mattress.
You sent them a devious smile, crawling up the bed to kneel between them, caging them in between your arms as you licked your lips in anticipation.
You watched in sheer satisfaction, as their throats danced as they swallowed, trying to hide the pooling saliva in their maw's while they pretended they weren't absolutely drooling over your affection.
It seems you've been so caught up in your work that you had been neglecting them by mistake.
Seems like now's a perfectly good time to rectify that.
They wanted lipstick stains?
They were going to get lipstick stains.
“My poor, sweet boys.” You sang out, reaching into your pocket to grab your favorite tube of fresh lipstick.
The same Ruby Red Color that was currently marking their skin.
“Strip.” You commanded, sitting up on your knees while snapping your fingers, feeling a deep sense of gratification as they began to remove their suits without any hesitation.
While they were scrambling to take their clothes off, you made a show to pull the cap loudly off the tube, tossing it to the side while you parted your lips- licking at them to help moisten the now dried skin.
You spread the lipstick across your lips, staring down at the two angels wrapped in your bedsheets, as they laid themselves bare and at attention for you to enjoy.
You felt your stomach begin to tense up, experiencing the telltale sign of beign turned on, as the sensation of a pulsating rhythm was beging to build up inside of your pussy.
The two of them drove you absolutely feral sometimes, sending your normally sharp mind into a frenzied spiral.
You had to touch them.
You syarted here, leaning down to place your lips onto Polyester's jaw, feeling him tilt his head back in obidience as you softly kissed his and licked at his soft and fair skin.
“Ah- fuck.” Polyester had exclaimed, as you noticed his fist clenching onto the sheets as he did his best to not squirm around too much at your touch.
“Hah?!” Polyurethane whined, tossing his head around as you used your free hand that wasn't holding the lipstick tube to caress and tease his muscular body.
You started by running your nails against his skin, hard enough to leave little marks, as you would pinch and flick at his erect nipples once your hands had passed over them.
“Hng- want more!” Polyester moaned, begging you to touch him in the one place where he really wanted you to.
You laughed, smacking your lips against his skin as you felt him continue to squirm under your touch.
“Pacience, my Sweet Boy.” You sang out to him, barely removing your lips from his skin. “Don't you want me to play with you? Mark you up so that everyone knows who you belong to?”
“Yes!” Polyester practically screamed, his eyes rolling back as he tilted his head back. “Love my Mistress, love being owned.”
“Good Boy.” You praised, feeling a shiver run through his body.
“Simp- Ow!” Polyurethane gave out a sharp yelp, as you twisted his skin harshly in a pinch as you heard him whispering an insult under his breath.
“Behave.” You warned, letting him go as you continued to cover his brother's skin in your lipstick stains.
“Yes, Mistress.” Polyurethane sighed, enjoying the feeling of your softer touch rubbung soothing patterns on his now irritated skin.
The quiet room was filled with obscenities- as soft whimpers were followed in tandem with loud, wet sucking noises was all that could be heard echoing inside the bedroom.
“Been good.” Polyester whined, finally seemingly to hit his limit of your teasing. “More, please- more!”
Your lips made a slick squelching noise as you lifted yourself off of Polyester's now sensitive skin.
You looked him over in admiration as he was absolutely covered in you- his face was dusted a deep shade of red as he was panting and whining like a common dog.
You pulled your phone out from your pocket, snapping a quick photo of the purple haired twin.
Only then did you turn your attention to Polyurethane.
Honestly, you really did think about making him wait just a little while longer, due to his bratty attitude earlier, but you were the one that was starting to get a little antsy.
The overwhelming desier to have a matching set of photos for your personal collection winning over your stubborn attitude to always be in control.
You were only human, afterall.
You switched sides easily, making sure to cover Polyurethane's face and shoulders in shiny, ruby red marks that were in the shape of your lips.
Making sure to also switch up your free hand, running your hands and nails up Polyester's chiseled pecs and abs that were covered in your marks and bruises.
“Aha! Finally! My Mistress!” Polyurethane laughed loudly, as he tried to slurp up the drool that was falling out of his mouth in desperation, the sound of relief ringing in his spoken tone.
“Aw, my poor Baby! We're you feeling neglected?” you asked, lifting up your lips to lick up from the bottom of his tit up to his neck.
“Yes! Yes!” Polyurethane shouted, his fist also gripping your sheets harshly as he felt your warm tongue gliding against his tacky skin. “Need my Mistress!”
“Such a sweet Boy.” you praised, biting into the supple flesh of his pulse point, as you heard a scream get stuck in his throat by your actions.
You continued to mark him- occasionally sucking deeply at his skin, leaving nasty purple bruises that contrasted so beautifully with your choice in ruby red lipstick color.
The same wet smacking noises from before continue echoing out while you plastered Polyurethane's body with your marks, making sure to continue to stimulate his brother at the same time as to make sure he didn't feel neglected.
“I have such a good pair of Boys, don't I?” You praised, laughing as you watched their cocks jumping in unison at the praise that was spilling out of your mouth.
They couldn't get enough of it.
You felt that it was a challenge sometimes though, having to physically keep up with the two of them.
Still- this was something you would happily rise to, and even overcome, if it meant keeping them both happy.
Helathy sleep schedule be dammned.
Once you had finally felt you had sufficiently left Polyurethane a whining, drooling mess, you lifted yourself up to snap a quick photo of him as a nice little keepsake for later.
You tossed your phone to the side and off the bed, hearing it land on the carpet below, as you finally looked down to admire the work you had just done.
Their skin was sticky and shiny from your constant licking, purple and swollen from your constant sucking, and plastered with ruby red lip marks in the shape of your mouth from your constant kissing.
Only then did you decide to grant them mercy.
You leaned in closer, using your tongue to lick a fat strip up from the base of Polyester's cock, lifting yourself all the way up to the top of his angry and leaky head.
“Oh! Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck-” Polyester screamed, his eyes rolling back as he bucked his hips up into your mouth to try and chase this warm new feeling.
You could taste his pre that had been leaking out, as the slightly bitter taste coated your mouth, causing you to slurp and swallow at the excess saliva you had been producing.
“Now, now.” You chided, lifting back up to place a hand on his hips to still his movements. “None of that, you'll choke me to death if you force it.
“Right, Suh-sorry.” He whimpered, already missing the warmth if your mouth around his dick.
“Good Boy.” You whispered, leaning back in.
He had thrown his head back agaisnt your mattress, letting out a loud and satisfied groan, as you went back in for another quick taste.
This time though, you lowered your lips to encase the tip in your mouth, circling your tongue around his head and shaft as your senses were overtaken by nothing else other than the angel Polyester.
You had slowly began lowering down onto his cock until you felt yourself nearly gagging, his large size caused him to hit the back of your throat before you could take him completely into your mouth.
You pushed through the discomfort, forcing your body to remain silent and still, as you pressed further and further down, all the way until your mouth had hit his pubic area.
You took a deep breathe through your nose as you pressed down harder, leaving a giant red mark from your lipstick in your wake, as you quickly pulled back up to enjoy the sight of the red ring at the base of his cock.
“Oh- how sweet.” You said as the docomfort from earlier had left your body, admiring your handiwork as you felt it was time to finally switch gears.
You used your hand to continue to stroke Polyester, as you switched over to give Polyurethane your attention.
“Remember to behave, ok? Only Good Boys get rewarded.” You scolded, leaning into the younger brother's space as he nodded his head quickly.
“Yes, yes! I will!” He reassured, squirming in anticipation as he was finally about to get what it was he wanted.
You did the same for him, slowly running your tongue up the base of his swollen cock, feeling it jump under your touch as he whined at the warm and wet sensation.
You used your dripping tounge to circle the head, lowering yourself down fully onto him while fighting your gag reflex, pushing yourself to leave a similar red ring at the very base of his dick.
“Ah-hah! So good! The best!” Polyurethane groaned, throwing his arms over his eyes as he melted under your simple touch.
You continued to loudly slurp at suck, drooling all over his shaft as you stroked Polyurethane's cock with your mouth, giving him gentle bites while he began to writhe around under you.
“Ah- close, so close!” Polyurethane cried out, gripping at your sheets so hard you were afraid he was going to rip then apart.
You could tell he was close, felling how close he was to his release as his cock had began to swell even more.
You lifted off of him with a loud pop, using your other hand to stroke him, as you switched back over to suck on Polyester's cock.
You gave him the same treatment, as your saliva coated his shaft while you nibbled and sucked on his dick, watching as he began to moan louder and louder as he writhed under your touch.
“So good, fuck- Ah!” Polyester had cried, reveling in the warmth you had given to him once more.
You pulled off of him as well, grabbing him with your other hand as you began to stroke them both at a steady pace.
“You all deserve a reward for being so sweet to me earlier.” You said, leaning down to kiss and nibble at their cocks as you continued to stroke both of them.
Two high pitched whines came out of them, as they both proclamied simply that they wre “Cumming!” while moanining in perfect sync.
They finished nearly at the same time, too, coating your hands and their chests with thick strings of their sticky seed.
You made a point to raise both hands to your lips, licking each one as you gave a loud moan of satisfaction at their combined taste.
By the end of it they were left boneless, panting like animals trying to catch their breath while sinking into your mattress.
You laughed while standing up, making your way into your bathroom to grab some clean towels and wipes to clean them up.
You made sure that their bodies were as clean as they could be, running the warm wash cloth over their now bruised and marred skin to pick up anything big.
Then using the smaller wipes to clean up any leftover unsightly dried up patches that was sure to be uncomfortable through the night.
“Well, I got some bad news-” you giggled, looking down at your alarm clock that was on your bedside table. “Your shift starts in 3 hours. Was it worth it?”
A chorus of “Yes!” And “Hell yeah, what the fuck?” Could be heard being sung out as you crawled into bed next to the two of them.
You switched off the lights, settling in, as they cuddled up to your sides as they finally were able to fall asleep comfortably.
The next day, as you sat in your office getting some work done, you heard your phone notifications going off inside your drawer.
Needing a break, you pulled the device out, scanning the screen as you recieved what could only be described as a sad text message from the brother complaining about how tired they were.
You rolled your eyes, sending them each the pictures you took last night, telling them they should have gone to bed at a reasonable hour instead of waiting for you.
There was a pause, as both of them began typing at once.
abby always made fun of how small your hand looked against his.
“can barely see it,” he teased, weaving your fingers together until his palm swallowed yours whole. you swatted at his chest, while he only grinned, smug and wide, like he just won something. this was always his favorite game, reminding you how easily he could hold you, how you were safe with him.
he shifted your hands so your pinkies linked instead. his smile softened, that boyish mischief giving away to something quieter.
“promise me something,” he murmured, eyes glinting with the reflection of city lights. “promise me you’ll live your life. all of it. no matter what.”
you frowned, not really understanding. “you’re being weird.”
“just promise,” he pressed, squeezing your pinky.
you laughed, shaking your head. “fine. i promise to live my life.”
his grin returned, looking at you like you just gave him the answer he had been searching for.
the city began to change after that night. billboards that once burned bright with their faces dulled to gray, replaced with another group’s promise of a comeback. posters peeled from brick walls, curling in the rain until the colors bled into the pavement. even the lightsticks, which once painted arenas bright pink, laid cracked in bins with their glow long gone.
the noise, the rush, the fever of it all. it was strange how quickly everything faded, as if the city itself had learned how to forget.
but you found yourself here again, at the same overlook where his hand had once covered yours. the city lights still burned far below, but without him they seemed dimmer, stripped of the glint in his eyes, missing the way they used to crown his silhouette like a spotlight meant only for him.
you curled your fingers into your lap, searching for the weight of his palm, pressing your thumb into the hollow space where his touch used to be.
“i don’t know how to live without you,” you whispered, your voice breaking into the night.
for a fleeting second, you almost felt his hand in yours again. broad and steady but unbearably gone.
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