it's that time of the month - get cozy in bed, watch slasher movies, nightmare before christmas and run the outlast trials, resident evil, and a series of horror games; it's also the time for things to get freakier than they usually are.
*DISCLAIMER ; I'm not doing damian wayne, or any sort of sibling x reader x sibling (e.g. jason todd x reader x dick grayson), because it's just insanely weird and anybody who ages damian up is just weird as fuck.
as kinktober goes on, the DC characters written will NOT be revealed until that specific day has been written and finished; both male and female readers will be acknowledged, and I'll try my best to make it even. If you'd like, you can put a request in advance for a day that hasn't been done yet - I'd appreciate this request a day or two in advance. The first FIVE works may not be requested, because they will be premade and queued for publishing before October starts, but the others will not be. You can request at the end of the list.
KINKTOBER FINE LIST
day one : masturbation ( roy harper x f!reader)
day two : kidnapping ( guy gardener x f!reader )
day three : threesome ( clark kent x f!reader x bruce wayne )
day four : overstimulation ( barry allen x f!reader )
day five : voyeurism ( poison ivy x m!reader )
day six : intoxication ( harvey dent x f!reader )
day seven : bloodplay (slade wilson x m!reader )
day eight : webcam ( bruce wayne x m!reader )
day nine : shibari ( diana prince x m!reader )
day ten : cnc ( eobard thawne x m!reader )
day eleven : somnophilia ( dick grayson x m!reader )
day twelve : kneeling ( arthur curry x f!reader )
day thirteen : dom bottom/sub top ( clark kent x f!reader )
day fourteen : choking/gagging ( floyd lawton x m!reader )
day fifteen : object insertion ( hal jordan x f!reader )
day sixteen : remote control ( terry mcginnis x f!reader )
day seventeen : service kink ( koriand'r ; starfire x f!reader )
day eighteen : dom/sub ( slade wilson x m!reader )
day nineteen : sensory deprivation ( roman sionis x f!reader )
day twenty : mirror sex ( hal jordan x f!reader )
day twenty-one : rimming * dick grayson , m!reader ( incomplete )
day twenty-two : gunplay ( jason todd x f!reader )
day twenty-three : car sex ( wally west x f!reader )
day twenty-four : choking/gagging ( floyd lawton x m!reader )
day twenty-five : double penetration ( wally west x f!reader x roy harper )
day twenty-six : lingerie ( f!wife!reader x barry allen )
day twenty-seven : gangbang ( justice league x f!hero!reader )
day twenty-eight : first time ( tim drake x m!boyfriend!reader )
day twenty-nine : uniform kink ( kyle rayner x m!bluelantern!reader )
day thirty : shotgunning * eobard thawne , f!reader ( incomplete )
day thirty-one : exhibitionism * john constantine ( incomplete )
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DICK GRAYSON, WALLY WEST, ROY HARPER, SLADE WILSON, EOBARD THAWNE, AND HAL JORDAN CAN NO LONGER BE REQUESTED .
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Yes, you knew Jason was a loser. Should you be saying that as his girlfriend who was currently laying in his bed in just your panties and a sweatshirt?
Probably not.
But you couldn't help the quiet thought nagging at you while you watched Jason; leaned forward, legs spread while his thumbs fiddled rapidly with the joysticks of the PS5 controller, plaid red pyjama pants and a snug grey t-shirt that really should his biceps.
You should be berating the man - sure, drifting cars was honestly entertaining to watch, but you wanted your boyfriend cuddling with you and enjoying eachother's company. Mindlessly picking at your nails, you spoke without looking, "Jason, you done yet?"
Jason hummed absentmindedly, stealing a quick glance at you before quickly refocusing on the array of colours and vibrant cityscape that blurred around the Gumpert Apollo S on the TV screen, "Mhm, almost done babe. Just..give me a second." He murmured. Maybe buying that game for him as a birthday gift hadn't been the smartest idea, or maybe it had - you hadn't seen Jason so into something like he was with the game in a while.
It was heartwarming.
After a bit of thought, your legs were moving to stand and walk over to where Jason was sat on a comforter, pillows placed around the flat backboard of the bed so he could rest his back if he felt like. There were some soft bean chairs present too - it was Jason's cozy gaming spot, or sometimes the man would sleep on the floor; he'd always say it felt better for his back because he'd been used to the feeling.
Your manicured nail found its way to a stray strand of hair on Jason's face, pushing it aside carefully. Jason's fingers worked fast over the DUALSHOCK controller, and you could hear the almost incoherent mutters that Jason was making under his breath.
Curiosity grew in your mind while you watched Jason play; he kept trailing the car infront of him instead of overtaking.
"Why not just overtake him?" You asked, turning your head to admire Jason silently for a bit. That subtle tan on his skin, the sharp of his jaw and the way his perfect blues narrowed with nothing but focus, "You'll get ahead and be leading..you're second."
Jason shook his head, "Look at the left'a the screen. It says slipstream right?" He questioned, and you quickly turned to see what Jason was talking about. Sure enough, there was something in smaller text on the side of his screen that said slipstream, a timer rapidly increasing with it, "Yeah." You answered.
"That basically makes me faster when I'm behind him. So..if I time this right, and with a hit of nitrous.." Jason mumbled, and you could tell he was waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Suddenly, the loud clicking of Jason pushing the joystick to pull out from behind the leading car and move beside it, before he pressed the x key, causing a burst of blue flames to fire out the exhaust, the engine of the car roaring wildly before he passed the finish line. He pumped his fist quietly with a silent yes, and he looked at you with a proud grin.
You stared, before you rolled your eyes fondly, "Okay okay, you're the genius and I'm just the clueless girl."
Jason couldn't help a brief scoff, though he was smiling, "Hey, you learn new things everyday, hm? Why don't you try?"
For some reason, you found yourself quite interested in the idea, "Really?" Jason nodded, his hands moving to grasp your waist and lift you onto his legs that were now criss cross, now sat in his lap, "Yeah, why not? You bought the game, it's only right if you get to play."
Hesitation filled you when Jason held the PS5 controller out to you, but you grabbed it anyway; you could do this, it was just a game. Your fingers settled on the controller, having a feel of it and trying to get familiar while Jason guided you through starting a new game - he put you on a more easier level so you wouldn't feel overwhelmed.
Though, deep down he would've loved to see the way your lips formed into a soft pout and the way your brows would furrow when you got upset.
"K..so, you're gonna be holding R2 the entire time, okay? That's how you keep yourself accelerating- your gas pedal basically," Jason began explaining; something you'd always admired and found attractive.
You liked when Jason explained things because when he did he did it with the genuine idea of teaching you or something, or simply just showing his interest in something.
His interest in things was your interest, and it was vice versa - whether you knew or not.
"Mhm," You hummed, following along with what Jason said while he kept on teaching you the basics, "The x key is your nitrous, and if you wanna change your camera angle to maybe like, first person or move your view closer to the car, whatever..press triangle. Now, you can press square to quick brake the car, and if you do it fast enough and pull the right joystick, you'll fall into a fast drift..good for tight corners but you'll lose speed, and.." Jason was unknowingly falling into something you called the Jason Tedtalk.
Jason would start rambling about things when trying to explain them, and he was doing it right now, because now you were suddenly hearing about the type of chassis the Gumpert Apollo S had, and how that affected it's initial performance realistically.
You watched Jason with your full attention, nodding slowly - though, your eyes flitted to his full lips.
The way they moved as he spoke, those lips that'd brush against your ear in a soft caress, the lips that'd kiss your neck while he was holding you, and the lips that slid so nicely against your own.
Jason only seemed to notice maybe 7 minutes later when he saw the look in your eyes. You were focusing on something else, and he had a small suspicion what it was.
He raised a brow slightly, and a hand moved to massage the base of your neck, "You okay?"
This caused you to snap out of your overall daydream, lips parting before you simply leaned in and kissed him softly. Jason's brows raised, but he initially melted into the feeling of your mouth against his, warm and comforting.
Something he savoured in his every waking moment.
The DUALSHOCK controller slipped out of your palm with a soft thud against the comforter on the carpeted, fluffy white rug while Jason's arms moved to encircle your waist, pressing against you, "So, you don't wanna play, or?-"
"Jason, I can still play after. Stay quiet for a bit, okay?"
Jason was a bit stunned, but he didn't protest. He kept softly kissing you, but the tension quickly turned into a heavy makeout. You were panting into Jason's mouth within minutes, pathetic yet tiny mewls while he rubbed your waist, "Jason.." You started needily, and Jason nodded, "I'm getting to it."
With practiced strength, Jason lifted you and positioned you onto your stomach. Instinctively, your stomach pressed into the comforter as you grabbed a pillow to hold between your arms.
Jason massaged the soft globes of your ass, a soft hum, "You look nice like this..not in a perverted way," He added that last part a little nervously, albeit cheeky. You couldn't help a soft laugh, "Way to compliment a girl Jason."
The man chuckled, before his fingers hooked into your panties' waistband while he leaned down to press gentle kisses along your hips, "Can I?"
A soft shudder left at the kisses, making you press your thighs a little before nodding. Jason didn't waste a second, pulling down the cotton material and placing it to the side. He pushed your legs open carefully and brought two fingers to circle your clit, positioning himself to hover over you, almost pressing against your back with his weight.
"Feel good?" He asked while he worked your slowly swelling clit, and you answered with shaky sounds, before nodding, "Uh huh, feels good..really good.." your hips pushed into Jason's touch, you couldn't help it. Jason smiled at this, and he worked a bit firmer, feeling your soft pussy growing wetter beneath his touch, "Perfect."
He kissed along your neck while he touched you down there, making sure you were feeling it all - he wanted nothing but the best for you.
Jason hummed, "Condom.." he mumbled to himself, and he looked around. He stopped rubbing at you for a second, making your breath hitch in subtle disappointment - you watched Jason stand up and walk over to his nightstand, opening a drawer. When he saw that it had a condom, he internally cheered - score.
He grabbed it, closing the mostly empty drawer and heading back over to you. He kissed your cheek firmly as a little sorry, before he got back to rubbing your pussy gently, "Sorry, had t'grab a condom. Don't want any babies runnin' around right now.." He said lightheartedly, and you snorted, "Right, like I'd let that happen."
Jason couldn't stop a grin hearing your words, a laugh leaving him, "No, you would not."
After a while of hearing your soft breathing and those subtle moans of yours, he was about to push a finger into you before his eyes narrowed softly, "..You prepare earlier or something?" He asked, his voice skeptical, but there was that faint hint of something else - amusement.
You felt your cheeks heating - you'd gotten a little desperate before you'd actually come to Jason's place.
"..Maybe?" You responded sheepishly, but Jason only chuckled, "Atleast you're proactive baby."
He pushed his pyjama pants down with his boxers, leaving them to settle at just his knees. He opened the condom wrapper with his teeth, taking the rubber out and rolling it onto his cock - thick and waiting.
You felt heat bubbling into your core - Jason was definitely not average, it was almost scary.
Jason shimmied over to where you laid waiting on your stomach, and he couldn't really help it; his eyes hazed a little with lust when he saw the size difference between the both of you. If he wasn't careful, he'd rip you open.
Good thing he was careful, huh?
He leaned over you, forearm bracing to your left while his free hand grasped his dick by the base, squeezing a little with a shaky sigh - fuck, you drove him goddamn crazy by simply doing nothing.
With careful, practiced movements, Jason began rubbing the crown along your wet folds, teasing you just a little. He wanted you to have a feel for what was about to slip inside you like it was home, "You ready?" He shifted his thighs to be on either side of your hips, the only thing holding him from resting his weight on you was his arm and his own self control.
You had taken Jason before, but it didn't make you any less nervous about the thought. "Yeah, yeah I'm good."
Jason analyzed you, making sure you weren't bluffing before he began feeding his cock into your aching hole, a sound akin to a gasp and a groan leaving his lips, "Oh fuck.." He groaned shamelessly, rocking his hips so slow into you, so slow.
It drove you a little crazy, especially with the initial stretch that had you moaning already.
"Jay'..mm, careful.." You warned softly, your hands bunching into the pillow you still had, while Jason nodded, "'m careful, I'm always careful with you. Would never be anythin' else." With that, he moved his other arm to rest on its forearm aswell. He made sure he was good and inside you just enough, before he settled his weight ontop of you.
The way Jason bottomed out so easily into your sticky walls when he proneboned you had you whining and whimpering - he always so deep like this, "Shit..y'-you're so.." You shuddered, sucking in a breath as you adjusted to the delicious stretch of Jason's cock snug in your pussy, "so deep."
Jason hummed, an arm moving to wrap your neck into a careful headlock, pressing a kiss to the side of your forehead, "S'all for you." With that, Jason's free hand pushed your lower back, making you arch against him and take him impossibly deeper, a mewl leaving with a tumble of moans.
You might be seeing galaxies instead of stars.
"J..Jason.." You breathlessly moaned, and Jason kept pressing those kisses, his hips now starting to rock in a slow grind that grazed that bundle of nerves, before he pushed more into you to bump the tip against your cervix, a soft and startled cry leaving you at the hot sensation, "Jay'!"
"Mhm?" He was acting as if he didn't know what effect he had on you, how wild he drove you but you knew Jason was enjoying it - he just had the pity to not mock the hell out of you right now, "C'mon pretty girl, it feels good doesn't it?" His slow rolls now had more force, the way your wet pussy clung to him like he'd leave if it didn't had his jaw a little slack, a little pathetic moan of his own falling right into your ear, "Shit, you're makin' me feel so good."
That notion had you pressing your hips against his cock with every slow grind, grazing against your cervix with every drag and it made way to unwelcome tears from the sensations swelling deep inside your cunt, an amazing pressure.
Jason panted a bit heavily into your ear when his pace began working into a faster motion, now lifting his hips to starting thrusting into your pussy, leaving the slow grinds behind, "Doin' so good f'me." He mumbled lowly, his arm tightening it's headlock; though he was careful to not hurt you - he wanted you dizzy enough to have his thrusts hit you ten times harder.
And hitting you harder it was, because you were already babbling pitifully on Jason's cock, "Fuck, fuck..it feels so good, makin' my p..pussy feel so- good!"
Those words fuelled Jason's every stroke, and his free hand moved to graze at your clit, making your hips buck into his hand, "Yeah? You like that?" He murmured, his fingers working your clit with side to side swipes that had you seeing white.
When you clenched around his cock, Jason groaned deeply with his eyes rolling back a bit.
It almost made you wonder who was getting off more to this - you or Jason?
Your hands flew off the pillow and instead choosing to find purchase on Jason's forearm around your throat, making you lightheaded and sending you into a state of genuine euphoria, "God, please please don't stop-" you sobbed, the tears slowly falling at the intense feeling.
Jason's pace by now had changed into a harsh pounding, making lewd wet slaps every time he made contact with your pussy, "Attagirl, you're amazing..fuck, I'm gonna cum." He warned, and judging by the way your pussy was beginning to throb and grow even wetter, you were in the same predicament.
Out of pure embarrassment from the way Jason was undoing you, you hid your face the best you could in Jason's bicep, and this- now this made Jason bark out a laugh, "What're you hidin' from baby? Don't hide gorgeous..you wanna see the way you cry when I fuck this pussy, don't you?" He asked, a subtle hint of taunting.
He thrived in it, the way his size was making you stretch so wide around him was erotic, "This pussy won't take anything but this dick, will it?" He asked, a sweetly tone that had you running hot and cold.
You babbled mindlessly, nails clawing at Jason's forearm and bicep, bound to leave some deep scars, "I'm gonna cum Jay'- fuck 'm gonna cum so hard..!" You were wailing for it really, and Jason panted heavily, "Go on 'n cum baby, you deserve it."
Jason slammed in deep, making your orgasm hit you like a freight train and a loud, octave reaching moan, strained with sobs while you creamed on your boyfriend's cock.
Though Jason wasn't any better; the moment he felt you squeeze his cock with your warm, wet pussy, his eyes rolled back subtly and he scrunched his eyes shut as his orgasm ripped right through him, a loud moan of his own as he filled the condom with his sticky, white release. Both of you were in a state of breathless panting, and you could just feel and hear the wet squelches as Jason subtly shifted.
You two stayed like that for a while, simply enjoying the body heat from one another while Jason massaged your hip with his hand, "You did amazin'..always so amazin'." He praised while he pressed affectionate kisses along your pleasure dazed countenance.
An absentminded hum left you at the kisses, and you spoke, "So..the game?" You questioned, slowly coming to your senses. Jason then smiled cheekily, "Talk about slipstream huh? This is a perfect comparison..stay in the back and gain speed before you dive in and hit the finish line." He said jokingly.
It was the corniest thing you'd ever heard, but it made you laugh, "You're so stupid!" You smacked his arm, and Jason laughed right with you, the two of you resting there.
Nothing but satisfaction, and an unfinished game.
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Jason's such a fuckin' groaner lol , might make an mlm version too
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All your friends told you it was a bad idea, one that'd sour as time went on until it was nothing but rotten.
That idea being Jason Todd, your controversially older boyfriend (though you assumed it wasn't as controversial, come on). He was..serious.
That was the best way to put it; serious.
You'd met him at a bar - you know, dingy and not ideal like every romance story, or some cheesy romcom with the prey of a girl and her big bad boy; it was..realistic, to the world's terms.
He'd been downing whiskey, a rich drink you couldn't afford even then, and it looked like he couldn't either.
But then he'd gotten up, you presumed to the bathroom while your fingers remained wrapped around the glass of a Bloody Mary, until the squeak of a bar stool shifting under weight sounded to your left, paired with a deeper voice, "You know, you'd do better to be more discreet."
Flinching, you'd turned and looked at the face of the man you'd just been staring at, "What? I- I'm so sorry-"
You didn't know then that that simple introduction would be one of the best things to happen to you - or one of the worst, you were still trying to figure that out, which wasn't easy when there was consistent knocking at your door.
Those goons, back to holler at you again; they'd been at it all week, trying to get up your skirt and have their way, it sickened you..but Gotham was Gotham.
"I told you, I'm not doing anything! You can fuck right off!" You yelled towards the door, moving around your apartment and actively undressing without much of a care. You were down to your bra and jeans when a sluggish voice called back, "Betta open up sweetheart, or I'll do more than jus' getta sweet taste'a that thing between your legs!"
Your countenance scrunched into a harsh grimace, before you groaned, "Yeah yeah, do your worst, I got a surprise for you if ya do!" You barked while you yanked your jeans down, shuffling into your room to grab a t-shirt, and while you were at it, the 9MM you kept close by.
Possession of a firearm was the lowest fine in Gotham, unsurprisingly..they even gave out licenses for free if they pitied you enough.
More banging had you rolling your eyes, before you heard random yells and grunts, you figured those scumbags were making lewd sounds thinking it was turning you on - it really wasn't.
Suddenly, you were met with silence. Before you could sigh of relief, an even louder bang sounded and you growled; that's it.
Marching over to the door, you pulled the gun back and whipped the door open, "You son of a-!" The tip of the metal was met with a chest, zipped up in black leather.
The owner of the attire held a deep maroon helmet under his arm, and he held an unamused look, a brow raised. The man's hair was a bit unkept from the helmet, white streaks seeming to stand out in the bleak dark.
And now you could see the source of grunts and yells - the knocked out men on the floor, paired with the man's bloodied knuckles painted you a perfect picture.
Your eyes met Jason's at last, "Um..what are you..?"
"I told you, shoot first, talk later." Jason muttered, walking in past you but not without pressing a quick kiss to the temple of your head.
You blinked before frowning and closing the door with a soft click, "And who's going to bail me out of jail? You?" You quipped while you walked just short of Jason. He turned his head to look back at you, "Bail? I'd break you out if that's what you're trying to say."
Jason moved around your apartment with a calmness that grated at your nerves, a visceral crawl of anger throughout your entire body, "You haven't been here in a month," you hissed with all the venom you can in the hopes that this time you'd stay upset at Jason.
Because you certainly hadn't the last time, or the time before that..or the last 12 times.
It was a recurring pattern.
The older man didn't give you the reaction you were clearly trying to claw out of him and he knew, a soft scoff under his breath, "I was busy, had to find the point for a drugs shipment that'd leave half of Thailand boneless. Sorry I didn't fly you a letter sweetheart." Jason muttered with an underlying sense of sarcasm.
He didn't take you seriously when you got upset - how could he when your eyes narrowed at him, the way you snapped at him, or the way you cursed him to hell?
Hell was a familiar place and he loved it's flames on you.
You couldn't believe the words coming out of Jason's mouth, but you also could due to the fact you'd hear this strew of words thousands of time by now.
"That's not gonna work all the time you know, that same shitty excuse." You sneered in an attempt to sound convincing.
Jason couldn't stop a gruff chuckle at that, "It hasn't failed yet though has it?"
Silence filled the air with neither of you ready to continue the conversation from there. You idly picked at your nails, an odd feeling settling in your stomach - indulging in Jason all the time, letting him have his way and not arguing further.
This wasn't a harmony two people who love eachother should have.
The vigilante felt it in your continued quiet the thoughts burning at you. Jason's voice cut through the thick of it, "You should have better. I'm not exactly the ideal man princess."
Another truth that did nothing to ease your mind.
"Why can't you be better for me then?" You mumbled without much thought.
The beats of silence never felt more suffocating than now. Jason's jaw works as he thinks of a response - you're younger, how could he not expect you to be more stubborn?
Something he should've considered, you're no push over, "It's hard," He says bluntly despite the fact it won't help you one bit, "can I ask you to understand the type of person I am?"
Understand. You're getting tired of understanding these days.
Biting the inside of your cheek, you wrap your arms around yourself, "I'd rather not think."
Jason wanted to satiate that morbid question in your heart, the repetitive confusion on whether he wanted you, or if you're just a doll to pass his time. You're not a toy he'll throw once you're out of fashion, you're what encourages him to do what he does - all the more reason to bother saving this wreck of a city in a way the Bat won't.
Words weren't what you needed and he knew that.
You tried not to focus on Jason walking over to you, heavy steps making the closing proximity all the more obvious to you until you had to notice. Tilting your head up for you, Jason's thumb gently massaged the delicate skin of your jaw, "How about we..stop thinking, just for a little. Hm?"
Parted lips greeted Jason's question, and it made him feel filthy - what were you doing hanging around slobber like him?
Should've gone on and dated a socialite's son.
Yet he selfishly pulled your face closer with his grip growing firmer, "Yeah?" He almost cooed it to your countenance, but you were still..couldn't think for yourself now.
Jason hummed quietly while his calloused hand moved to drag up your cheek like you were fragile, before combing stray hair back, "Turn your brain off," He muttered, "I'm here."
A promise that was always on a thin line even as Jason's lips slid against your own, trying to trap his little lies against your mouth - no matter how hard Jason tried, he lied.
You felt Jason's hand making it's home against the back of your neck while his arm secured itself around your waist - leading you astray when he instead picked you up with a quick movement beneath your thighs, shifting your weight over to the couch.
Jason laid you along the cushioned surface while his hands travelled all over your body, everywhere those hands could grab at your skin and leave red hot desire all over.
You had to be the problem, you just didn't know how to resist.
Soft gasps were leaving your throat when Jason kissed along the pulse of your neck, greedy hands grabbing at your chest.
Jason Todd was a greedy, greedy man who took what he wanted; whether that was with someone at his mercy or someone within his heart, he was greedy.
And that greed was something that drew you in further to the older man.
Continuing to touch you reverently, Jason's tongue mapped out small bruises to make it all the more real, a reminder despite all the turmoil between you two that you belonged to him, that the fact your heart chose to beat against his own in the dark of Gotham's cold rainy nights meant something to him.
Your pulse was one of the few he chose to worry about.
The lack of words should've worried Jason but he knew you simply needed to be taken care of - to not strive to be independent like you always were.
He wouldn't dare let you lift a finger.
Jason removed your panties gently and allowed two digits to gather your slick before sliding two fingers in, making you huff, "Jason-"
"Not a sound," Jason murmured with a subtle gruff, "just feel me."
The silence enveloped the both of you easily while Jason's fingers worked you easily. He didn't attempt to stimulate you or bring you closer to an orgasm; just his fingers weren't enough.
It felt like forever when Jason finally pulled his fingers away, unbuckling his belt and quickly replacing it with the blunt tip of his cock. "Breathe." The older man was quick to say, but you didn't truly heed it until you felt that stretch feeling you - a familiar sensation.
Adjusting comfortably, you gave Jason a soft squeeze at the wrist. Jason's arms shifted to hold you close in a bear hug as his hips pulled back, and pushed in deep enough to threaten to take your breath away. Jason continued the back and forth movement with sheer focus, shifting his hips to find the spot that made you tick.
The jolt you felt was instant once Jason touched your sweet spot, making you whimper and tense. Jason couldn't help but smirk before his pace changed into something practically violent.
His hips moved with a force that made you claw helplessly at the vigilante's biceps while you could nothing but sob and moan weakly - silence.
Just feel he'd said.
Jason pressed a small kiss to your cheek, "Perfect. That's it..atta girl. You're perfect." Those sweet words contradicted the harsh thrusts battering your pussy to a lovely swell, making you cry out and bury your face into his shoulder for solace.
The man loved to leave without a word but not this time.
You wanted him to stay and tell you that you were his entire world.
Jason littered sweet pecks all over while he massaged your hips - a ploy to lift your hips higher to get an angle that had you drawing blood, "Jay!" You croaked into his ear, the pleasure increasing tenfold because Jason just didn't stop.
"Pretty baby aren't you? You're safe right in my arms. Won't leave you for that long again, promise." He muttered, slowing his thrusts to maximum the force with a thud that made the couch screech against the wood, making you squeal and lose all thought.
Promises; this relationship of yours was built on a multitude of broken promises, and you knew this one would be another.
A tight coil in your stomach threatened to make you blank out as Jason reached down to messily rub at your engorging clit, "Right with me pretty girl, you can do it. Know you can, hm? C'mon."
You didn't even know it'd happened so quickly, but you tumbled over the edge right into Jason's sweetly words and came hard, your vision going white.
Jason took the time to pull out, stroking the tip roughly with a damn near animalistic groan that had you whimpering pathetically, feeling white streaks coating your stomach with the symphony of Jason's ragged panting.
It was nothing but breathing.
And then the feeling of emptiness.
You felt disgusted all of a sudden..you still felt lonely, because in the blur of your eyes you could Jason getting up, wiping his dick clean with a napkin and tossing you a clean towel, "..I should go."
No response came from you but really Jason wasn't surprised, "You should have better."
Emptiness yet again, until you found your words.
"Maybe I should."
Jason's jaw clenched as he pulled his clothes back, unsure if he really was feeling shame..guilt.
"..Just focus on your studies. You're not meant to be with a guy like me sweetheart."
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thank u to the person who mentioned me and talked about my barry works and wishing me well, you pulled me out of the slump 😪
day four [ overstimulation
.. trick or treat! barry allen ,
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Being in a relationship with Barry Allen was a multitude of things - he was sweet, he was generous, somewhat awkward, and had dad jokes that were so lame, you laughed.
He was a great guy, always level headed and somehow knowing exactly what to say for everything. You, a regular civilian could never see why so many people liked to demean Barry during his day job as a CSI - it broke your heart a little, he'd been through enough.
You two were tight, having known eachother since University.
So when Barry had told you he was the Flash a few years ago, you'd flipped; I mean, your boyfriend could run faster than mach 2, why wouldn't you flip?
But, it didn't make you think differently of Barry - he was still..Barry.
Yet, watching the media portray the scarlet speedster and seeing the playfulness that came out instead of immediate tensing, and the smooth way Barry's lips moved to speak flirtatiously towards a reporter beneath that red cowl?
It made you doubt Barry just a little. You'd always known the sweet Barry who was way too nervous around people who hit on him - the blonde was extremely good looking, and the worst part about it was that he had no idea his damn alleles had come together in his genetics, to produce the ultimate lady magnet that was him.
And Barry always apologized when a girl (or even a guy) did shameless come up to him and ask for his number.
In response, you'd kiss his cheek and smile as you enjoyed the way he flushed and laughed.
However, the Barry Allen you saw on TV, was more than aware he was a sight for sore eyes - you narrowed it down to the fact that Barry was acting a different way because he wanted to keep any speculations about who he really was behind the mask, as distant as possible from who he actually was.
You'd never imagine the speedster who could make a girl drop her life for him, as an awkward police officer trying not to get scolded every second of his own life.
Sure, you could give him kudos for that. Especially since he was so good at playing the charming playboy that it was starting to grate at your nerves.
You might aswell go fuck Hal if you wanted a ladies man.
Everyday was a new worry added to your brain, and you tried to convince yourself otherwise; Barry was an angel, you loved him and he loved you - he was a hero, people looked up to him and idolized him.
People also liked to dress up as him and do cheap porn, whisper about how he was packing under that suit of his.
You could vouch for that, Barry was packing and it did scare you a little when the man had no idea he could rip you open with his dick.
It still wasn't easy though.
Seeing Barry come back exhausted everytime something came up really broke you, and you did everything you could to ease his burden - whether you massaged his legs, made him warm dinner, or simply laid there with him and told him sweet nothings to make him sleep easier; Barry could be way too hard on himself sometimes.
But you were about to be his worst nightmare if he didn't get right on live television.
The two of you were lounging lazily in bed, watching something off Barry's MacBook while you rested your head on his shoulder.
Between his space, real world and everything crime fighting, his overloaded work at the CCPD, and your own job, there hadn't been much time for either of you to just bask in eachother's presence, and enjoy something as mundane as a movie together.
Barry's hand mindlessly massaged the side of your neck, infatuated with the movie you both had decided on tonight; Seven.
You felt comfortable in Barry's warmth, but it nagged you in the back of your mind - was his heart still with you and him, and not him and somebody else?
It wasn't easy trying to discreetly question Barry of all people about such a topic that was so unlike him, but you had to do it one way or another. Starting by bringing one of your hand to his free one, intertwining it, you spoke quietly, "..You love me right?"
Barry nodded, soft lips parted while he remained laser focused on the movie, "Yeah, of course I do.." He mumbled; he clearly hadn't registered your words, because after you nodded briskly, he flinched, "What?" He turned to look at you, brows drawn down with his eyes softened in concern.
You instantly felt bad, but you squashed it - you needed to get your question across, "Do you love me?"
"What?..honey, of course I love you, what kind of question is that?" He frowned, the hand on your neck moving to massage your waist, "Why're you asking?" He countered, his voice soft and somewhat understanding.
Hesitation threatened to coax you into not saying anything at all, but you decided against it, "On TV, you're so..open, and- and flirty, with the reporters," you started, looking into Barry's eyes as you spoke - God, those blues made you melt.
Barry kept his undivided attention on you, nodding slowly and listening to everything you have to say without fail.
Just that made you unsure.
You were almost reluctant to finish your thought, "..I just, it makes me feel like you're falling out of love."
The lack of sound that followed your admission made something in your body go frigid. Barry was just staring at you, his countenance blank. The oddness of his behaviour put you on edge, before Barry leaned in, "You seriously think that I'd fall out of love, with you?" He asked, though it was rhetorical.
He couldn't help a soft laugh, full - it was a bit unexpected.
But before you could think, Barry had zipped around to put his MacBook away and yank you to the edge of the bed, "Let me show you just how much I love you," he sounded a little out of it.
You shivered, a subtle heat warming inside you before you nodded.
Barry's hands carefully pulled your shorts down, spreading your thighs and pressing kisses to the fabric covering your soft pussy. You hummed softly while Barry licked a strip up your clothed heat - then, he gently vibrated his tongue, making your hips jolt and pull a whimper out of you, startled from the sensation, "Barr'!"
He looked up at you through his lashes, a glint of something dark even. He settled onto his knees on the soft rug beneath your guys' bed, "I'm gonna make you forget the idea of me even wanting somebody else, even if you pass out by the end of it." He wasn't saying it to say it; it was a promise.
A promise that sent a wave of wetness over your cunt.
The blonde mouthed at your panties, his breath hot against your flesh while you laid there, knees bending a bit while you settled in the feeling.
Barry kissed at your thighs and then your hip as he pulled your panties to the side. You couldn't resist watching him between your legs - he was gorgeous really, and seeing him in such a way always made you run hot.
Strong hands massaged your thighs firmly, providing some relief before Barry's mouth pressed against your pussy, kissing the outer lips before he was lapping up your folds; it made you sigh softly, back arching a tad into his wet mouth.
The man was focused, tonguing your slit with fever before the muscle began swirling around your clit to make you gasp, thighs tensing while you brought a hand to find purchase in Barry's sandy locks.
He held a secure grip on your thighs, slurping at your clit and being loud on purpose, just to make you listen to how wet his mouth was against your core and turn you into a puddle of desperation. It was working, because your hips nudged into his mouth and he laughed - that sweet, sweet laugh.
"Aw, come on baby," He cooed, his tone muffled due to the fact your pussy was in his mouth, continuing his ministrations and flicking his tongue up and down your clit, punching shaky whines out of you, "you love it, c'mon. You're doing great." He encouraged.
But he wanted you more fucked up than this, and you were none the wiser.
He watched you silently, taking in your soft breathing and the way your chest rose a little higher every fifth inhale, his tongue still massaging your clit wetly.
Your words rang through his head like a never ending pendulum, and he was hellbent on making you cry from the pleasure he'd give you; pleasure that ran on pure adrenaline, and the need to prove you wrong.
To reassure you about the fact that you were home - and that home included your sweet, sweet cunt.
In slow steps, Barry manifested enough speed to slowly vibrate his tongue against your clit, and God when he saw the way you gasped quietly, a satisfied moan leaving you from the unexpected change, he almost came in his pants.
He was damn pathetic for you and your pleasure, even if it'd ruin him in the process.
Massaging your thighs, he began dragging his head up and down as he vibrated his tongue, making you whine - you could feel every nerve between your legs throbbing, "Mmh- that feel s'good.." you murmured, almost dreamily from the way you felt your body getting lighter from bliss only Barry could give.
Barry hummed, before he started speeding his vibrations as his tongue kept the normal pace, "Good..that's what I wanna hear from you honey," he murmured affectionately, though there was a rasp to it that made your walls tighten around nothing, "wanna hear how good you're feelin'."
He slurped loudly, eating you with a stubbornness even a bull didn't have. You moaned softly, slowly rocking your hips into Barry's mouth in silent encouragement before you felt Barry's tongue suddenly shoot to an unfathomable pace.
You cried out loudly, "Barry!! Oh my God!" You tensed all over, your pussy throbbing while you instinctively tried to bring your hips away, but Barry's hands yanked you back to his mouth, if anything even closer, making sure you felt his tongue flattening against your clit and swiping at it with a blurring speed.
The swiftness mixed with the intense vibrating had you seeing stars, feeling tears prick your eyes, "Fuck, fuck it's too much!" You wailed while both hands grasped at Barry's hair, at risk of pulling the blonde's hair out as he just refused to let up.
Barry was eating like a starving man, making sure you felt every single thing he was giving you, his eyes closed while he relished in the unique taste of your wet cunt, "That's it," he muffled out, "you can take it babe, you got this..just a little more."
Your whining and pathetic gasps only increased in fever when the coil in your stomach grew impossibly tight, "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" You warned, and Barry alternated to sucking at your clit harshly, every suction audible - it had your body arching off the mattress as you came right into his mouth, waves of wetness gushing.
You figured you'd be off the hook like usual, but then Barry pushed a his index into you and caught you off guard, "Ah!"
"Oh, we're not done yet." His voice was husky, his finger going in and out with squelches, before a second finger made it's way in and stretched you, a soft keen escaping your mouth.
His tongue worked slow now with no speed, his index and middle pumping into you with slick coating them, a reminder of the mess Barry had just made of you.
But the grace period of gentleness didn't last more than 10 seconds, because Barry was suddenly fingering you with abandon, crooked at the spot that made you beg for more - and beg you did, "Oh, oh! So g-good, so much..oh! Please, please!" You sobbed, tears welling on the rim of your eyes.
When Barry caught sight of the glaze coating your eyes, he felt his cock twitch in his pants, his eyes almost rolling back. Something about your tears, the way you only cried under his care and when he gave you something that no other man could - when you cried for him.
It had his adrenaline rushing at an all time high, making his abnormally fast heart rate hit even quicker heights.
"Mhm? What is it?" Barry asked, like he didn't know he was ruining you. He brought his speed into play, vibrating the pads of his two fingers against your G-spot and massaging it, making you cry loudly and shake your head, your thighs trembling, "Too much! B-barry I can't..c-can't, take it!-"
"Can't take it? You can't take it? This pretty pussy is telling me a different story honey, I think my baby can take it," He murmured a bit incoherently, his tongue working faster in tandem with his rapid bursts in your swelling cunt.
You were almost hyperventilating from the overwhelming pleasure you were being dished, and something akin to bubbles in hot water swam around in your stomach before it erupted into genuine euphoria.
Incoherent babbles and cries escaped you as you squirted all over Barry's face, your eyes hazy but enough to catch the erotic way the blonde groaned deep into your drenched pussy, swallowing down everything and refusing to come up for even air.
You moaned loudly at the sight, the fingers you'd had tangled in Barry's hair twitching with the aftershocks of a second overwhelming orgasm.
Dizzy wasn't what you'd described yourself as — you could see sound with how debauched you were from the overwhelm you'd just gone through.
Barry let up with a heave, panting quite heavily before he looked up at you. He'd been palming himself through those last few moments, seeing you sobbing on his fingers and cumming like that had been torturous, his dick swelling inside his sweats.
Sitting up with a grunt, Barry crawled over you, "Look what you do to me," he was at the state of growling, his voice hoarse with restrained desire - he'd rip at you if he wasn't a patient man that cared deeply about you.
You swallowed, still in a haze as you observed Barry tugging his sweatpants and boxers down in one swoop, not willingly to waste anymore time.
Nimbly pulling your panties down the entire way, he kept it slung around one of your ankles while he grasped his cock— hard and leaking precum.
One thing you definitely knew about Barry, was his lack of awareness about the very much not average size he packed.
But he took it gentle with you regardless of him knowing he was well above average. He rubbed your folds with the crown of his length, brows furrowed in concentration with his lips somewhat parted— like he was seriously calculating what was the best approach to really make you feel good.
In the end, Barry shifted you to be on your side, yo pressed to his chest while he slung your leg over his hip. An arm wrapped around your waist securely while the other guided his cock along the line of your folds, rubbing and getting himself wet enough.
With enough ease, Barry pushed his cock into you with a groan, a moan if your own followed by a subtle whimper following suite as the speedster fed his throbbing cock into you, “That’s it. See? You’re a natural baby..you’re great.”
He kissed your ear softly, then the spot just behind it that made you giggle when he teased at it.
Barry’s now free hand went to the thigh of the leg hitched on hip, squeezing and massaging while he worked his cock in and out, setting a slow rhythm to let you adjust to the pattern.
You pursed your lip, watching Barry slide inside your sopping cunt, memorizing every single vein that grazed along your gummy walls. The blonde pressed a kiss to your neck, “You doin’ okay?” He asked quietly, though his eyes were half lidded and dark with something unfamiliarity electric.
Your tear stained countenance scrunched up a bit when Barry’s cock kissed your cervix without a single struggle, clenching in response, “U..uh, huh..doin’ fine.” You shakily answered, and Barry nodded.
His pace quickened, “See, now that’s not good,” he sighed, “You’re still able to talk.”
At those words, Barry’s pace grew a notch faster, dragging a sharp exhale out of you while Barry hummed, “Can’t have you thinking while you’re on my cock, can I gorgeous?” He murmured softly despite the way he was beginning to piston into you in a way that touched your guts.
In no time at all, you were mewling and moaning endlessly, Barry watching you with soft groans of his own and even an occasional whimper — he was still weak by you, and he wasn’t ashamed at all.
“B-barr’,” you stammered pathetically, “f..fast, it’s fast.”
Barry knew what you really meant, but he wasn’t going to let you off easy tonight. With a suck of breath, his hips began moving rapidly, an evident amount of speed force in every single mind melting thrust, “Faster huh? Like this?” He almost sounded mocking, wet slaps filling the room with your growing cries.
It’s like you were made to claw at the sheets, because you did it without fail when Barry began to unforgiving beat into your soft pussy, "N-no! Too much! Can't take you!! M-my pussy, can't take- mm, you!"
That earned a breathless laugh from Barry, "No no, you and me both know you can take me sweetheart.
Keep going. Attagirl" The praise came out raw and full of undeniable desire— Barry was made to give you all the pleasure your greedy little heart and cunt wanted.
And oh, he's gonna give it to you with all he had.
Working overtime with his ever speeding thrusts, bullying your cervix relentlessly, your hands tried to embarrassingly pushed at his hips - stupid, considering your boyfriend was the Flash.
Barry grinned at your attempt, feeling more in his element than ever before as the arm around your waist moved so his hands could snatch both your wrists in a flash, his grip unyielding, "Nice try baby, but this wet cat's gotta take a beating every now and then." The obvious innuendo was glaring at you, and it only served to make you squeeze Barry's dick.
Groaning at the tightening muscles, he fucked up into you recklessly while the hand on your thigh pressed two fingers up against your clit, and began to rub in sloppy circles.
The overwhelming potion of sensations had your eyes crossing, every word and phrase you knew lost in the mind numbing ecstasy in your body. You were going empty in the head, overstimulated beyond relief as your ears rung a little.
Barry observed it all, and he had never felt prouder,
"Thaaat's it," He rasped deeply, "My baby knows how to take it. Hm? Go on sweetheart. he grunted out, his fingers swiping over your clit rapidly, vibrating his fingers and making you scream, babbling like you'd just been brought into the world.
The blonde couldn't resist teasing you, even if he would feel a tinge of guilt maybe later, Look at my girl. You dumb baby?" He cooed like you couldn't handle yourself on your own- and right now? Shit, you couldn't handle anything but the cock driving into you at an inhumane speed, making your stomach bulge with every snap of Barry's hip, his cock deep in your guts.
Barry laughed softly, albeit breathlessly, "Yeah..my baby's dumb from dick, and it looks fucking beautiful on her." He panted, feeling you wail a bit too high for it to be anything but the sign of a heavy orgasm.
With one hard slam up into your wet pussy, you moaned an astounding octave reach, your body shaking as your orgasm hit you so hard, your eyes rolled back and you saw constellations and flashes of white.
Barry didn't take long to follow and groan loudly with a few pathetic whimpers, his cock pulsing in you as he pumped you full of warm, gooey white.
The two of you were panting heavily, but Barry admired the look on your face.
Brainless with subtle drool dripping down the corner of your spit covered lips. He smiled goofily, extremely satisfied with what he'd done to you as he pulled out of you slowly, cheekily spreading your soft lips to watch his cum ooze out.
Can't blame him for enjoying the sight.
"Still thinkin' about those reporters?" He asked softly, and you hummed with a weak shake of your head.
Barry couldn't help a fond chuckle, kissing your tears away, then trailing his lips to the crown of your head, and then gently sliding his lips against yours, making sure every ounce of love he had for you was physically felt.
"Great..now let's get you a nice hot bath running 'n cleaned up, we stopped the movie at a good part." He peppered your face with gentle kisses, making you giggle weakly.
What did you doubt Barry about again?
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day twenty two [ gunplay
.. trick or treat! jason todd ,
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before cam use . 18 + , smut , f!gf!reader , wrong use of gun , cunnilingus , rough sex , degrading , implied threats ( not for real ) , subtle choking
Growing up in a rather deranged area, you weren't very shy when it came to blatant horrors relating to bodies, gun violence, and other horrific monstrosities that occurred in the world.
You weren't really scared, but you weren't fearless either - call it desensitized; so naturally, you meeting Jason, your vigilante, people killing, somewhat merciless (very merciless actually), but still affectionate boyfriend? Was no shock.
Jason cared dearly for you, though he wasn't overly clingy and sappy, he still had a craving stronger than most when it came to wanting to be held or anything physical; he cherished having something like that with you. He'd never do anything to hurt you, even if it were the tiniest thing.
So when you'd one night watched Jason fastening his pair of desert eagles into his thigh holsters, the question didn't seem as big of a deal to you.
"You ever used them for anything else?" You asked, lying on the couch in the living room of the small home you and Jason shared.
The vigilante turned to look over his shoulder, his helmet not on to block his sky blues from flicking over your features, "Use what?" He inquired back, not realizing the nature of your question.
You scratched the back of your neck, playing with the strings of your hoodie before speaking again, "Uh..your guns."
This warranted an expression of confusion from Jason, brows furrowed and lips slightly parted, "..What else would I use my guns for besides shooting someone?" He sounded bewildered, and clearly - he was. Seriously, what else would you use a gun for?
Okay, maybe you had to think about this one because now that you did, Jason using his gun on you in the way you were imagining, was close to impossible.
Next to it, actually.
Biting your lip between your teeth gently, you hesitated before you figured biting the bullet now would be safer.
"Like, you know..pleasure, or something..you've never thought about shoving your gun up your ass or-"
"Baby," Jason interrupted with nothing short of disbelief as he put his helmet on and secured it tightly, "are you- hearing yourself? No, no I've never thought of shoving my fucking gun up my ass." He seemed offended you'd even wonder that.
You would've snorted had it not been for the look on Jason's face - God, he was so handsome even when somewhat annoyed, you hated it.
A shrug of your shoulders, "Just a thought," you said, before a subtle warmth spread in your stomach, "you..ever down to maybe indulge the idea? Not- not of shoving the gun up your ass but.."
It took Jason a second to realize what you were implying before his entire body recoiled, "No! That's damn dangerous, and it'll hurt. I don't wanna hurt you."
You groaned, "Oh come on! It's not like you're gonna pull the trigger!"
Jason was already heading for your guys' front door, "Sure baby. Bye now." With a two fingered salute, Jason slipped behind the door and closed it. You rolled your eyes, sitting up to go lock the door; it was just an idea.
And, a wet dream of yours on multiple occasions but..you trusted Jason.
But the hope of it ever happening was down to zero, so it was best to let it go.
*
Within the two weeks of you asking that question, Jason had seemed to be on edge whenever he had his guns near you, especially when he was near you with a gun in his possession.
You'd narrowed it down to him still feeling flustered about what you'd asked him about two weeks ago, and honestly - you felt guilty.
You should've known better than to ask Jason, a man who'd rather cut his throat open than land a scratch on you, to use his gun to fuck you with.
But.
When the door to you and Jason's bedroom was thrown open one day while you were lounging in a loose black lace cami slip on and your sleep shorts, only for you to have Jason grab your ankle and yank you towards him -
Did you realize you should've known better than to assume Jason wouldn't ponder on the thought for days on end.
It seemed the live wire that set Jason off was how pissed off he seemed, "Fuckin'..Black Mask and his shipment got away." He growled, now opting to crowd you back onto the bed by joining you on it, moving towards you.
You were a bit nervous, you could feel Jason's anger in waves, "And..you'll get him next time." Your voice came out quieter than usual, and Jason, ever so observant - caught it immediately.
"Sorry, I just- fuck, I made a dumb call. I need a breather." He rasped, his hands trembling subtly with pent up adrenaline, and dangerously close to one of his holstered desert eagles.
You stared at him quietly, and his eyes narrowed, "..You really meant it, two weeks ago? You weren't pullin' my leg?" He questioned, and you shook your head, "I was serious."
Watching Jason and the gears in his head turn while he thought was something you liked admiring - he looked the most handsome when he was just in his own head. After some silence with Jason's eyes cast down, blues flitted up to meet your own irises.
"You wanna try?"
The jumpstart that hit your heart was startling- electric even. Shakily exhaling, you nodded; words wouldn't come to you right now.
Jason's jaw clenched, thinking one last time before he reached for the desert eagle fastened on the left thigh, but made no move to pull it out. He pushed his helmet off, tossing it on the soft couch to the side of the room with a soft thump.
Next came the leather jacket, throwing it with his helmet before he combed his hair back with a hand.
His eyes searched for any sort of resignation in your face, before he pulled the desert eagle out.
With quick precision that had your core dampening a little, Jason swiftly pressed a small button and released the weapon's mag, taking a peek at something before he pushed it back in with the flat of his palm, an audible click sounding before he slid the top back, a harsher click resonating.
He pushed one of your thighs to keep you open, pulling the hem of your cami up.
The air was filled with something heavy, something dangerous.
You knew, that one wrong move could make this end so terribly, but that's what excited you - how fucking risky this was, and something in Jason's faintly hungering gaze told you he was getting a taste of that exact thrill.
He leaned in close to you, his heavy breathing mingling with your softer pattern as he kept his eyes downward, an arm providing leverage while he placed a hand next to you, leaning on it.
Slowly, he dragged the muzzle of the pistol up the fabric of your shorts with gentle pressure. Your heart was beating like a drum, the throbbing in your shorts growing just a tad quicker when the barrel pressed against the top of your clothed pussy.
Jason's eyes glanced at you through his lashes.
"No panties, hm? Dirty girl." He scoffed roughly, making you swallow when Jason hooked his hand in the waistband of the cotton, pulling it down your legs.
He put the shorts somewhere on the bed, bringing his attention back to you and your slowly reddening face.
Jason knew better than to get right into it, "S'not gonna fit yet." He took his gloves off, throwing them haphazardly somewhere before he spit on two fingers.
His middle finger slid in smooth, and God the groan he let out could've sent you into an orgasm on it's own.
"Shit, you're always so warm." He murmured lowly, working his finger in slow before he brought it out and brought his ring finger in, eliciting a deep inhale from you.
Jason made sure to look at your reactions as he stretched you with steady pumps and slow scissoring motions, before he added a third and made you tense - he didn't let that go by, "It's okay pretty girl, it's better like this."
Trusting his words, you held out with quiet whimpers leaving every now and then.
After what felt like forever, Jason brought his fingers out and admired the slick coating them. He snickered to himself, leaving you embarrassed, "Don't even."
"Whatever you say pretty." He chuckled, before he looked at the gun.
His eyes found its way to your own, "If I see you even a little hurt, I'm stopping." He stated firmly, dead serious.
You felt a wave of wetness at his insistence on your comfort, and you hummed a simple mhm.
Jason nodded, taking a deep breath and dragging the tip of the gun to your folds. You shuddered as the metal, cold to the touch, traced up and down your slit. Jason kept it slow, not overwhelming you and trying to see what was best.
The barrel found your clit and your back arched with a soft gasp.
Ever noticing as Jason was, he began swiping the gun slowly from left to right on your nub, dragging subtly high yet sweet moans from you, making your pussy clench around nothing. Jason mentally noted everything, "Good?"
You gave him a quick nod, "Yeah, yeah it feels good.."
Jason didn't say anything, laser focused on your pussy before he slid down and suddenly began pushing the gun into you at an agonizingly slow rate. Startled, you choked on a small cry as you were stretched by the gun. The coolness of the carbon grazed your inner ring of muscle, making your hips twitched.
Seeing you struggle to take the semi-automatic in, Jason brought his other hand to rub your clit in slow circles, "Come on baby, just relax. Don't tense..know it's weird, but I know you got it. Come on gorgeous."
The encouragement did wonders because you eventually began to ease, a moan leaving when the gun slid past the initial barrier and rubbed against your soft walls.
Jason had to suck in a breath so he didn't come in his pants from the sight of your sweet pussy swallowing his gun - the very intricately made machine of death he'd wiped blood from thousands of times.
He pushed as much as he could without restraint before pulling out and pushing back in carefully, making sure you could take the gun till the trigger.
You watched with glazed eyes as Jason worked the gun inside your pussy, every well formed ridge touching the nerves inside your cunt so right. Jason leaned over to slide his lips against yours, making you melt with fluttering eyes. Jason took your temporary bliss as an opportunity to quicken his pace with the weapon, hearing wet squelches around it.
Whimpering, another moan left you while Jason kissed behind your ear, "You're gonna fuck up my gun from how wet this pussy is," he growled, slowly losing his mind at the lewd vision before him.
His words sent hotness up your body, a whine leaving as Jason pumped the barrel in and out of your needy heat, making you arch and mewl.
But the adrenaline wasn't pumping - it was too safe.
"Turn the safety off." You suggested without a stutter, making Jason halt and look at you with wide eyes, "What?" He was hoping you were kidding.
But you were serious, "Turn the safety off the gun."
He glared, "Are you insane? If I accidentally graze the trigger-"
"You won't," You interrupted, "I know you won't." You added, "I trust you, now turn the safety off."
The way Jason's Adam's apple bobbed from the nerves the very idea gave him didn't deter you - if anything, it only encouraged you. Jason's hands twitched, jaw clenching before his thumb pushed the safety pin off.
The way your heart pounded was almost louder than your hitched breath, though it was forgotten easily when Jason began thrusting the pistol in faster than before, twisting and turning it to try and find your spot.
"You're crazy, aren't you?" Jason panted - the risk of it, was actually turning him on to the max - his cock was straining against his pants, like it'd burst a seam.
You could only moan in response as Jason kept thrusting the gun in, and Jason shook head with a brisk, breathless laugh, "How long you been waitin' for this, huh? Watching me clean blood off this thing, wondering if I could push it up this pretty pussy instead, s'that it baby?"
A moan was pushed out of you when Jason hit your bundle of nerves, your back arching off the bed with a cry, "Jay'!"
"Yeah, call my name, call it all you want," He rasped, enamoured with how debauched you were becoming just from this, "This what's making you all wet? Hm? Having a pistol in your dirty pussy? All those times, you were daydreaming of this stretching you out?" He was almost mocking you, reminding you of what was making you see stars.
Jason grinned, wildly even - he was enjoying this, "Yeah, attagirl..take your shot, you called for it anyway."
You whimpered, "So good, I love it- oh! Yes, yes.." you chanted pathetically, and Jason snickered, "I know you do. Never knew my girl loved taking guns up her demanding pussy, or else I would've done it ages ago."
He leaned down all of a sudden, confusion painted on your features until Jason's tongue pressed flat against your clit and licked a long stripe up, making you keen out, "Jason!"
Your croak brought him satisfaction, his hand moving to squeeze his bulge, providing himself some much need relief as his eyes rolled back a little. He palmed himself as he kept pistoning the gun in and out, your wetness causing slick to connect to all sorts of areas of the pistol like some lewd spider web.
Jason groaned at the way your pussy's taste melted into his mouth, his eyes fluttering shut as he circled your clit with the tip of his tongue, before he rapidly flicked at it side to side.
It had you delirious, pathetic mewls leaving your lips as Jason brought you to a world of bliss and nothing more.
The man worked the gun into you with more force without truly hurting you, managing to hit that spot of yours that had your back arching, "Jay'!" You called weakly, feeling the bubbling of an orgasm deep within your core.
He nodded, eyes shut as he focused on circling your nub with his tongue, the puffiness now being sucked into his mouth as he groaned, desperate to bring you to an intense climax, his tongue flicking once more, "Come on.." He muffled with his tongue still licking and moving quickly over your engorged clit, making you sob out, "Cum f'me." He massaged one of your thighs as he brought you right to the edge.
Within seconds, you were tipping over with an unwarranted squeal, mixing with an immediate moan of pleasure as your pussy throbbed, cumming yet again onto the gun.
Maybe it was going to be damaged by the end of this.
Jason pulled the gun out of you with a wet squelch, his eyes lasered in on your own before his tongue dragged along the expanse of the gun, tasting your essence on it.
The sight was enough to have you whining, rocking your hips into the mattress.
Jason only snickered, "What a dirty slut, hm?" He teased lowly, standing up and hovering over you on the bed, "Spread those fucking legs wider f'me."
As if on command, you were spreading open your thighs as much as you could, giving Jason the space he needed.
Jason crawled on his knees towards said space, the gun clutched in one hand while the other settled flat next your head, his shadow covering your body.
He looked intimidating like this, but it only served to turn you on further.
Jason reached down, momentarily setting the weapon down and grabbed his cock out of his pants, hard and angry at the head, veins bulging. He hissed when he squeezed the tip, pre-cum leaking like a drought - he was just as desperate as you were, maybe even more.
He shifted, dragging the crown along your damp folds, "That it pretty? You like this dangerous shit? You like when a guy like me stretches this sweet pussy with something I've blown people's brains out with? That turn you on?" He questioned huskily while he pushed into you agonizingly slow, letting you feel the bigger stretch as your cunt adjusted around his cock.
You choked out when he slid smoothly inside, bottoming out with his tip pressed against your sweet spot. Your eyes hazed over as Jason began to work up to a steady pace rather fast, "Look at that pretty girl..you're amazing," He panted, focusing on the sight of his large dick moving in and out of you, a hypnotic sight that made him groan.
Every sound he dragged out of you stoked his own pleasure - just hearing how much you loved this had him on the verge of a premature blow.
Just the sight of Jason with hooded eyes, brows practically drawn down as he thrusted into your tight heat made you wonder if Jason was more desperate than you were within the moment.
Allowing yourself to truly feel the dreamy state Jason was sending you into, you closed your eyes and allowed your swimming mind to zero in on every single graze against your walls from Jason's length, just the way he opened you up had you squeezing around him, growing embarrassingly wetter.
However, your ears fell on a click you were familiar with - the sound you heard before someone lost their life.
Your eyes flitted open to zero in on the gun pressed against the center of your forehead, the cold metal finally registering to your brain.
Jason couldn't help a sly grin, "Yeah? Maybe I should shoot this pretty face off.." He murmured roughly, bringing the muzzle down your nose, against the soft of your cheek, before tracing your soft lips, the gun still somewhat damp with your pussy juice from earlier.
"Does that scare you? Knowing I can just fuckin' shoot you right now..see what colour the inside of your head looks like?" He asked, his tone dark in a way that made the low heat building in your core much stronger, sickeningly so.
You whimpered, a little babble, "N..no." You trembled out, and Jason slammed in hard, making you cry out, "Fuck!"
His fingers moved to curl around your throat, squeezing to cut off some of your air, leaning in close for his nose to just barely brush against your nose, "Look at me. Look me in the damn eyes when I fuck this wet pussy - if you look away once, I'll splatter you brain matter against the fucking wall." He gritted out, groaning deep from his chest when you squeezed him so tight.
Good fuck, you were gonna kill him.
"Jesus, yeah you like that you little whore?" He growled, the gun moving to kiss the side of your head instead, Jason's pace growing brutal as he made your cunt squelch, the sheer ecstasy and intensity leaving you breathless and babbling stupidly, "Ah! Jay', yes yes! Feels, s-so..!"
"Yes..fuckin' love hearing it, come on." Jason grunted, groaning loudly, "Good girl, keep calling my name, tell everybody who this pussy belongs to."
He pounded into you damn near savagely, his own desire bubbling over and leaving him in a craze, "Bet if I just kill you now, you'd die happy huh? Sweet fuckin' pussy stuffed full of my dick, you'd love it huh? Let's see." You watched Jason's pointer slip through the hole, pressing against the trigger through misty eyes, tears welling.
Your heart jumped into your throat when he pushed firmly against the trigger, remembering the safety was off. You sobbed out when he hammered against your cervix simultaneously, but no shot went off.
Jason raised a brow at you and your confused, sweaty and tear streaking countenance with a wild smile, "Gotcha. Don't worry," He groaned, a guttural sound as his eyes rolled back, a heavy pant as he pressed his lips against your cheek, "Wouldn't ever let a bullet touch this gorgeous face. My pretty girl, yeah? You're my pretty girl."
You felt your orgasm rushing through your entire body, a loud cry mixed with babbling moans as you finally creamed all over Jason's cock, white coating his length as Jason rutted into you harshly, the tip kissing your cervix as he finally came with a heavy moan, "Oh fuck, yes..!"
Warm white filled your sticky pussy, white foamed around Jason's cock as he remained balls deep inside you, his hand moving off your throat to tap the underside of his cock, making sure he fully emptied inside of you, not a drop wasted.
Slowly, he pulled out with a raspy exhale, his eyes foggy when he looked at you and your blissed countenance.
He smiled slyly, before he kissed your lips softly and spoke against them in a hushed tone, "You owe me a new gun."
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day twenty [ mirror sex
.. trick or treat! hal jordan ,
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before cam use . 18 + , smut , f!reader , light edging , impact play ( face and ass slapping , f!receiving ) , light choking , praise kink
"You should really start looking at yourself like this, makes you just that much hotter." Hal groaned into your ear as he fucked into your soft cunt from behind, having you propped up against the bathroom counter with your hands behind your back, held in Hal’s bigger one.
You two had been set to go out for a date; you'd had your outfit picked, makeup done, and even your hair was done.
But you should've known Hal wouldn't have been able to control himself - especially when he saw the beauty in his life that was simply..you.
The brunette was concentrated on the way his dick stretched you open with every smooth slide inside your wet core, every drag against your gummy walls leaving you breathless and moaning.
Your skirt had been long forgotten on the floor, just the top you'd chosen to wear haphazardly scrunched at the hem. Hal however was practically ready for winter compared to your attire; he had his aviator jacket on with a tight black t-shirt - he simply only cared for what he needed, and that was his boxers down and his jeans midway at his thighs with enough room for his cock to be stuffed inside you.
Just as your head drooped down, Hal landed a couple light slaps to your face, wary to not tap too hard, "Hey hey, eyes up babygirl- c'mon." He emphasized with his taps, making your head snap up with a gasp.
Hal's other hand was holding the back of your neck now firmly, making eye contact with you through the bathroom mirror he was currently fucking you right infront of, "You need to appreciate yourself more, I mean look at that face, especially when I.." He bit his lip gently as he angled his hips.
The next thrust instantly hit your bundle of nerves with just the right force and speed, making you squeal as your countenance twisted into pure bliss - brows drawn down, eyes scrunched with a haze to them, and that gorgeous flush on your face.
It drove Hal wild.
He glanced back down for a quick second, catching the way your ass went back against his pelvis to match his thrusts - he grinned dopey, "Yeah? You like that? Know you do, look at that.." He groaned at the sight, trying not to cum into your eager pussy right now.
You could only whimper, your back arched while you looked at Hal through the glass. God, he was handsome..his hair a mess, subtle sweat going down his sharp features, dark chocolate eyes and pupils blow wide with desire.
Among one of your favourite sights in the entire Hal index.
Though your thoughts were momentarily interrupted when Hal's free hand dragged along the curve of the back, "God, you're fuckin' beautiful..love every single thing about you, your hair, your body, your face."
Hal picked up the pace, thrusting harder while he held your hip and remained keeping your wrists tight in his hand.
You felt hazy, growing flushed at the sight of yourself. Your hair was a little messy now, your face sheen with sweat as Hal continued to work you, his thrusts growing much more forceful, "Fuck, I can't resist this pussy. You've got the best pussy ever." He groaned, absolutely shameless.
When was Hal 'Highball' Jordan ever shameful?
Hal panted softly, and you couldn't help but squirm, your pussy only soaking further and further everytime Hal grazed your G-spot, "H..hal, the reservation." You reminded, and Hal snorted, "Babe, I know..I've got other priorities to handle right now,"
He landed a hard slap to your ass, making you tighten just the way he liked with a high pitched squeal, and oh the groan he let out was guttural, "sweet Jesus, you can't tell me we have a ff..reservation and then squeeze your pussy 'round my dick like that baby."
Hal dragged his lips against your ear, kissing along it while you continued to look in the mirror.
Your calm moans however weren't the vibe Hal sought out, never was and you knew that - it wasn't yours either, even if it was nice to slow down every once in a while.
It was suspicious really..Hal doing this so calmly. You felt the tightening in your core, preparing to wash over you as Hal continued with soft groans of his own, his hand splayed on the curve of your back.
He knew what that clench meant, "C'mon babygirl, cum..you know you wanna," he kissed your neck, and then kissed your cheek, keeping his lips parted against your jaw as he sped up to get you over the edge, "you got it, come on. Cum on this."
With those words, you closed your eyes and moaned sweetly as your climax washed right over you and out of your sopping cunt, coating Hal's cock.
You sighed shakily, the pleasure making you tingle all over.
But you'd made a grave mistake - you'd closed your eyes.
Suddenly, a harsh slap hit your ass to make your eyes flutter open quick, a sharp yelp leaving as Hal growled, "I didn't tell you to close your fucking eyes, did I?"
You could feel Hal slowly drag his cock out, the tip teasing the rim of your pussy before he slammed back in hard and so deep, it easily kissed your nerves, making you cry and jolt, "Hal!"
"Yeah, that's my name," He spoke in a low, grating tone as he began to work up a rough pace, one that had your back arching before Hal's power ring lit up for the first time within the moment.
The green flowed around your wrists to keep them bound by tight roping (though soft, considerate of the green lantern), giving both his hands freedom to grab your waist and pull you back hard onto his intruding dick, "I told you to watch, and you can't even follow that, huh? What can my baby listen to then?"
His brows were furrowed, watching your pussy squish with every snap of his hips while you squelched around him lewdly, the wettest sounds filling the emptiness of the warmly lit bathroom.
You sobbed out, the stretch and speed of which Hal filled you in serving to make you weep easily.
But this wasn't enough - Hal wanted to see you at the epitome of ecstasy, and he knew how to bring you there, make you drown in it and suffocate, just to drag you back before it was too much.
Hal picked up speed, nails digging into the flesh of your skin while moaning, "This pussy gets so wet around me. Does it ever stay dry?" He mocked with a stupid grin.
If you were in a better state, you'd have him yelled at him and pouted, but all you could do was desperately buck against him with every mind numbing thrust.
Your helplessness had Hal wanting to ruin you even more, and that he did - he saw you turn your head to look away, too embarrassed to see what he was making you, but he grasped your hair and yanked you back a bit, holding you up to look at yourself.
"Don't look away, come on. Look at yourself- you look gorgeous taking my dick, don't you?" He cooed tauntingly, kissing behind your ear as he thrusted harder, battering your poor drooling pussy, soaked thoroughly as you moaned loudly, whimpering mindlessly.
There was nothing else you could think of within the moment; nothing but Hal's large cock brutalizing your insides.
Tears filled your eyes with the pleasure toying with your every sense, and Hal instantly noticed - only because your mascara was already beginning to water down, "My fuckin' girl, yeah? You're damn pretty when you cry for me, look at that." He sounded genuinely enamoured.
And he definitely was, because he opted to grab your chin as you began to cry from the intensity of the pleasure he was dishing to you, the way Hal's fat cock stuffed you stupid made your eyes roll, before Hal tapped your face lightly in the mock of a slap, "I said look. Come on. Look. See what I see everytime I fuck you like this baby."
You obeyed with hapless babbling, looking up at your tear streaming countenance - your mascara ran down your flushed face, making you a hot mess.
Hal almost blew right there, but his stamina was unparalleled.
He forced you to keep looking forward into the mirror, making you watch the way he fucking ruined you, his hips dragging back and shoving into you rapidly, his cock kissing your cervix and making you wail, moaning as you coated his dick with cream.
"That's what I want. See? This wet pussy's so happy to take my dick, hm? Look at your face when I fuck this pussy. See how you cry for it, moan for it everytime huh? This is what you fuckin' look like taking my dick," He punctuated every syllable with even harder thrusts, his hips working sharply to pound your pussy raw, a nice swell forming as he bruised your cervix.
Your moans were like white noise to you through all the bliss, but you could feel your throat - you must've been moaning loud enough to wake the people living around you both.
Hal panted heavily into your ear, "Pretty face, hm? Come on baby, smile for me..give me a smile," He pushed in a sweet tone, though raspy with his groaning and sounds.
Wanting to hear him tell you how good you were doing, you obeyed easily - you gave a smile with a ecstasy driven giggle, a whine of pleasure leaving when Hal slammed in exceptionally hard, a deep groan, "Fuckin' perfect..love your smile. My beautiful girl."
He was working overtime to drive you right over the edge a second time now, "You wanna see what you look like when you- fuck..when you cum next? Hm? You gonna look this time?" He cooed into your ear, "Come on, tell me baby. Talk t'me."
You panted shakily, and just as you could've came, Hal stopped moving altogether and made you whine, "N-no!"
"I asked you something, and you're gonna answer," He snarked, his hand wrapping tight around your throat and squeezing, "Tell me babygirl..you gonna look in the mirror when you cum on my cock this time?" He repeated firmly, holding still and letting your orgasm subtly fade into a grace period.
With the desperation to cum and the lightheadedness powering you, you mustered all your strength to string the sentence together, "Y..yes! W-wanna see, mm!!.." You whined, unable to continue while Hal snickered pressing his thumb a little harder into your windpipe, "That's the tune."
He then began his pace once more with great precision, slow and so, so deep. You watched yourself in the mirror, the way the mascara ran black down your face, the wetness dripping down your thighs from your leaking cunt, and Hal's big cock stretching you open with his hand wrapped your throat.
Every single push touched your cervix, and it made you babble, "F..feel, g- ah! Amazing! My, my pussy f-feel so-! Good!"
Hal nodded, "Yeah, yeah I know. Good girl, good fuckin' girl..cum for me, cum on this dick."
With punched out moans and whimpers, you were creaming all over Hal's cock with an intense squeeze, making a mess of yourself and dripping down him.
Hal's fist clenched against your waist, teeth gritting at the way your hot pussy tightened significantly around his aching dick.
You caught your breath, vision bleary from the tears as you sniffled, but then you suddenly felt the bindings around your hand go loose, just for you to be distracted when Hal's hand grasped under your thighs, his cock slipping free and his hand coming off your throat.
In one strong move, Hal had lifted you off the ground to make you gasp. His hands shifted to grasp under your knees, looking from behind you at the mirror. Your eyes widened at the sight of your pussy gaping open, dripping wetness and swelling a faint red.
Hal quickly guided himself back into you with a shudder, "Keep your eyes forward." He said as he began to thrust up into you, making you cry out as he hit an impossible angle. Your hands flew to Hal's biceps, grasping there desperately as you watched the way his cock stretched you wide open.
It was pornographic even, the way you stretched and accommodated his size was beyond you, but it didn't deter him.
Hal panted heavily, thrusting up and pressing against every spot in you. He had to cum, he was close, "Your pussy fits all of me so good baby, it's crazy." He rasped, "Look at what you do to me, how hard you make me."
He began giving it his all, using all his effort to fuck up into you with abandon, your moans practically slurred from overwhelm that scratched your brain just right. Your pussy was gonna be real numb tomorrow.
Hal gritted his teeth, "Fuck fuck fuck..I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna-! Shit!" He pulled his hip back to watch his cock spurt white all over the bathroom mirror, the tip an angry red as the veins bulged.
His knees almost bucked from the sheer ecstasy that ran through his veins, his eyes half lidded as he admired your gaping pussy before he looked back at the ruined mirror.
He set you down carefully, landing a sneaky slap on your ass before pulling you in by the waist against his chest. He kissed the plane of skin on your nape softly, a groan, "Fuck..that reservation's long gone."
You couldn't resist a weak chuckle. Maybe dinner would be better for another day.
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day six [ intoxication
.. trick or treat! harvey dent ,
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before cam use . 18 + , smut , f!wife!reader , alcohol use , drunk sex , degrading , slapping ( subtle impact play ) , unprotected sex , spit exchange , rough sex
You know, Cobblepot had a club like no other, you could give the stub of a man that.
Lounging in the Iceberg Lounge and nursing a dirty margarita was a great pastime after a day at the Attorney's office - nobody said being the DA was easy, but after your husband Harvey had been hit by the acid attack and gone rogue? This was the only thing you could think of to ease both yourself and him.
Sure, he was a bit..hard to get through to at times considering you now weren't just married to Harvey, but also the other personality that would practically force Harvey to distance from you.
It was stressful and just as hurtful, but you couldn't do anything to ease it.
But after weeks of trying to get some bonding time- any type of time with your lover, you finally had. It may be in a setting not suitable for any heart to heart conversation, but it was a setting you'd hope Harvey would allow himself to settle into - you're sure he would, considering all he ever was really familiar with were guns, drinks, drugs..whatever he may get into as Two-Face.
Two-Face, an anomaly that had taken your heart and even your freedom too.
The satin of the pearl, strapped open back mini dress, a glittering black, hugged your figure tight, the flashy lights bringing the material to life while you sipped on your drink; Harvey had gotten it for you as a birthday gift last year, and yet this was your first time wearing it.
Nothing but nervousness filled you at every passing second - where was he? Had something come up last minute again? Was he okay?
Or did he just not find pleasure in your company anymore.
Your lashes fluttered while you bit the inside of your cheek, swallowing the storm of emotions brewing as you grabbed your purse - stupid for you to think Harvey cared about you enough to come.
Just as you reached for your wallet, a hand slid down your back and rested on the low of it. Tensing, you turned around prepared to slap your purse or flee but quickly stopped. Familiar brown and red eyes gazed into your own, and you were faced with the planes of Harvey, and his scarred face.
"Sorry I.." Harvey started, his tone rather apologetic, "I had a run in, I tried to get here as fast as I could."
Though, that tone quickly changed when a rough laugh left Harvey yet again, "Oh please, you know you tried to stall as much as you could. Wanted to see if your doll would indulge in another man." The other side spoke with nothing but malice.
You frowned, though Harvey's good side quickly had a wide eye, "What? No! No I- shit.." He sighed, "No, baby. I would never think of you that way, wouldn't even dream of it," he murmured as he leaned in and softly kissed your cheek.
Hesitation was obvious on your features but you knew it can't be helped; Harvey didn't ask to be this way.
"..It's okay," you spoke softly, "I'm just glad you're here."
Harvey nodded, taking a seat next to you by the bar before looking you up and down openly, "You're wearing the dress I bought," he was clearly in awe, "you make it look even more beautiful."
A smile graced your lips, eyes softening, "Thanks Harv."
He chuckled softly, "Of course." He glanced at the bartender, "Um..can I get Glenlivet 18? On the rocks." He turned to you, "You want another?" He questioned, and you nodded, your done nails tapping against the surface of the bar, "Yeah, I'll take a glass of '42 please."
The bartender noted, proceeding to make the drinks while Harvey hummed, "What'd you do to today?" He asked - he knew he hadn't been seeing you much, and he felt horrible about it. He loved you, he really did but he'd gone down a path that he couldn't exactly just not stop paying attention to.
You thought about it, before answering, "Just..regular paperwork at the office. Nothing special."
Harvey nodded, before the other side quickly snickered, "Pathetic. I'm sure it's all you're capable of anyway."
That flash of hurt in your eyes didn't go unnoticed as Harvey grunted, "Fuck- no, no that's not true." He weakly saved, and you couldn't help how bad you felt; he was trying, you knew he was and even if it was hard to hear words like that, you knew it wasn't Harvey.
"Harv, it's fine," You reassured while the clink of your drinks being placed by your guys' hand echoed slightly, "you don't have to apologize. I know it's not you, and that it's not easy either."
Harvey only looked away, the guilt palpable, "You..shouldn't have to deal with this, with me." He muttered, his tone bitter. It made your heart hurt, and you moved to grasp his hand, "Don't say that. I love you, scars and..and issues and all."
He looked at you, the gaze in his good eye pitiful, "Even with who I am? Are you proud to be Two-Face's wife?" He asked, subtle scorn.
You paused, not wanting to come off as reluctant as you spoke, "..I'm proud to be Harvey Dent's wife." You answered gently.
Harvey gave you silence in return, processing the sentence before he sighed deeply, "I don't know what I'd do without you..maybe I'd run myself into a ditch."
This made you giggle a little, "Oh come on." You nudged his shoulder, and he smiled weakly, grasping his glass and taking a swig, "Let's forget about that then, hm? Just us and..drinks."
Taking ahold of your own drink, you nodded, "sounds like a plan babe."
With that agreement, you two flowed into an easy wave of conversations that you both hadn't had in months - it was a breath of fresh air with every laugh either of you took out of eachother, every experience you two spoke of, and every new thing you planned to do.
It felt liberating, especially with the lack of outbursts that'd go on throughout the time you two spent downing drinks and enjoying each other's presence.
It felt like you had your husband back again.
Four shots down for the both of you, and things were starting to float. You two were definitely loose now, considering you guys hadn't been drinking anything light.
Harvey was fairly dizzy, and he grasped your wrist carefully, "You know we haven't, had it this easy in sooo..long." He slurred a little, and it only made your alcohol riddle mind cheer, "Mm, yeah?" You giggled, "We should go somewhere, make things even easier."
This made the man before you grin wildly, "Perfect, let's get outta 'ere..Penguin's ha'n't ever been gozy.." The c in cozy came out a bit disoriented, but neither of you cared.
Rushed and stumbled movements made it to the ride Harvey had come in, driven by one of his men while you two ushered into the backseat.
Harvey was holding you tight to him by the waist, a slurred laugh, "Gonna have so much fun together," He managed in a broken sentence, and you hummed, "Mhm! Gonna be fun."
You couldn't help it, your swimming mind was focused on something else. A cheeky hand moved to unbutton Harvey's pants, and just as you reached in, his hand snatched your wrist, "Ah, ah," came the voice of the other side, "..be patient naughty girl." It hissed.
It made something in you sink, but what did you know drunk off your mind?
"Hm, 'm not haughty," You frowned, mistaking the two identical words. The other side chuckled deeply, something that made your stomach stir with heat while he tutted, "Naughty. I said naughty. You're not naughty, are you?"
You batted your eyes at him, and shook your head, "No. I'm not naughty."
The other side nodded, "Just what I thought. Behave." He ordered, letting go of your wrist.
The car ride continued on in silence, though glances were exchanged between you and Harvey, the tension increasing in the vehicle with every moment - it was suffocating.
After ages of the two of you growing more impatient and more tempted to have at it right in the car, the sound of tires screeching against pavement sounded. Your eyes flitted outside the window to the sight of the mansion you and Harvey lived in together.
Money pays, whether it's from blood or sweat.
It was like watching two animals fight for the finish when you two scrambled out of the car without a word and ran to the front door.
Once the lock clicked into place, Harvey had smashed his lips right into yours and wrapped his arms around your waist, grabbing a handful of your ass and making you squeak out a sound, your arms flying to wrap around his neck.
It was animalistic the way you two moved towards the stairs, eating at each other's face with prominent groans and moans from both of your mouths.
Teeth, tongue and gasps made the heavy makeout while Harvey guided you to the stairs, albeit the stumbles and close falls every few steps. The electricity in every touch only amplified every emotion in you, making you even needier for the man.
Harvey fumbled with the handle to your guys' room before he opened it, shoving the door open and closing it just as fast while guiding you back to the king sized bed behind you. He shoved you onto it, ridding himself of every article of clothing he wore, kicking his shoes off and leaving his boxers on, the tent evident.
You could've whined - he was teasing you and you knew it.
Though that thought quickly evaporated when Harvey unzipped your dress with trembling hands, the high off the liquor only boosting whatever adrenaline he'd had prior before he practically tore your dress of and threw it somewhere.
"You're gorgeous baby," Harvey rasped, his tone shaky from how badly he needed you, his hands kissing at your cleavage and massaging your hips before he grasped your ass again, toying with your panties, "never seen anything as pretty as you. Never will."
You moaned when you felt Harvey move your bra with his teeth, latching onto a nipple and licking at the bud. You clenched your thighs, a shaky exhale.
Everything was suddenly much more amplified, every touch much stronger than it usually was.
He worked quick fast, rushed as he yanked your panties off, opting to keep your bra on while he continued to feel along your body.
It was a spiral of colours, the feelings you got with Harvey - even if those times were limited often.
Harvey grabbed his cock out of his boxers, guiding it to your needy cunt, "We..we should really.." he tried to say, but you shook your head, "No, just- just put it in..please. Can't take it, much l-longer." You croaked out, and Harvey growled; you were going to fucking kill him.
Pressing the reddened tip to your folds, he slid it up and down before he carefully began pushing into the ring of muscles, eliciting a disoriented whine from you as Harvey continued to slide into you, making you feel every single part of this long cock.
"H-harv!" You whimpered, and his hand grasped the back of your neck, "Got it in baby, almost got it."
With closed eyes, Harvey made one fierce movement to bottom out in you, making you sob out.
Panting heavily and giving you time to adjust while maintaining his own semblance of control, he hummed, "Dear God.."
That's when a grunt sounded, and the grip on the back of your neck grew harsh, "Nh- hey!" You pouted a little, and that's when the sultry yet dark tone of the other side spoke, "Treatin' you like a princess ain't gonna cut it," he muttered, "a little slut like you needs to really feel it."
You could tell it wasn't Harvey, you could settle for Big Bad Harv immaturely, but you simply thought of it as the other side.
No name - evil like such wasn't deserving of a name.
Before you knew it, the other side's arm was planted firmly against you while the other hand was still grasping the back of your neck in a tight grip, before he forced you to look down at Harvey's intruding cock, nestled deep inside.
He then, began thrusting in harsh, deep strokes, "Watch right there," he demanded, "watch as I stretch this greedy pussy'a yours wide open."
Loud, startled moans left you in high notes as Harvey pounded into every single nerve you had, making your legs shake profusely and tears rapidly collect at the corners of your eyes.
This wasn't Harvey, not the good man you knew but the alcohol in you didn't care.
It craved that fantasy you kept hidden for the alcohol to unravel - the desire to see not how Harvey did you, but the bad side of him.
The side that had Gotham cowering, the side that wasn't reasonable, wasn't playing in the name of justice and instead speaking for the devil's game.
You wanted the roughness the side that couldn't love could offer you, something your sweet Harvey couldn't.
Wet slaps were one of the many sounds gathering in a symphony of erotic sounds as Harvey kept on pistoning into you, and that oh so pitiful voice came through, "F-fuck! I'm, I'm sorry I just.." his voice grew strained because despite his apologies, he was getting off on this, and the liquor made every single thing rational.
He held onto your thighs, pushing them back to your chest and suddenly - the head of his cock was kissing your cervix.
A silent scream, or maybe a scream did leave; you couldn't tell anymore because all your mind swam with was the feeling of Harvey's cock stretching you open and making you feel a rush you didn't know was possible.
Harvey heaved, sweat coating his face while he desperately tried to war with himself. He was being too rough, maybe he should-
No.
Scrunching his eyes, he quickened and put all his effort once he felt the heat began to tighten in his groin, "'M sorry baby.I really am b..but, fuck..you feel s-so fuc'in- good!" He hoarsed, slamming into you with a force that had you arching your back.
You were going in and out of reality, too brainfucked and intoxicated to really fathom anything but the ecstasy - until a tight slap was delivered to your face, making you gasp and your eyes flutter open in surprise.
The other side clearly wasn't intoxicated - an immunity that served as a blessing and a curse to you, "Don't fuckin' listen to that. You're a whore, I mean who's pussy get's wet when they're getting split open like a toy? That's right, you." He practically snarled, delivering a hard slap to your ass and making you whine.
"Open that filthy mouth," He demanded, and you obliged pathetically. He grabbed your jaw with the hand behind your neck, keeping you open and spitting right into your mouth, "Swallow. Come on, sluts listen and take whatever, don't they?"
Moaning with delirious pleasure in every thrum of your body, you swallowed and fuck, you liked it.
You hated how you only got wetter, making the way Harvey slid in so much easier, so much more quicker to hit your every crevice.
The other side leaned in close to your face, his breath on yours, "Come on. Who's fuckin' whore are ya? Tell me with that mouth of yours, drooling and taking my spit like a cocksleeve," He demanded, "Huh? Say it."
And your mushed brain couldn't miss the chance, "I-I'm your whore!" You parroted, and the other side grinned, "Yeah? Is this tight pussy enjoying what it deserves?" He rasped, and you nodded rapidly, "Uh huh! D..deserves it so bad!" You slurred, drool collecting at the corner of your mouth as your eyes grew half lidded.
The heat in your stomach began to expand and push downwards at the base of your spine, "C-cumming!" You wailed, and just at the last second, Harvey snapped right back, "That's it baby," he cooed through his own drunken tone, "cum for me. Don't cum for anybody else."
With one forceful thrust, you both were coming simultaneously, groans and moans a flurry mix as he came right inside you, filling you to the brim.
You were spent, your consciousness threatening to leave you while Harvey laid on top of you, though he was weary of not crushing you even in his abbreviated state.
Harvey trailed lazy kisses along your cleavage, "Love you.." He murmured, and you could only hum.
Because now, all you could imagine was how you'd love to do it again - but only after the hangover in the morning faded.
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You'd been planning this secretly for a while, or really - you think you've been; a vacation to Punta Cana. Yeah, Bruce Wayne's princess who's constantly made out to be a bimbo in the papers, can plan ahead and surprise her husband.
Seeing Bruce come home every night with bruises, tension in his shoulders and back, and bags darker than the soot in the fireplace was not only taking a toll on the man himself, but on you; his perfect little girlfriend.
So here you two were, unpacking your toiletries and clothing in the resort you'd booked for you and him - a little bonding time and some much needed rest for Bruce. Bruce cast a look at you, his brows drawn down, "You really didn't have to do this sweetheart," He started, which only gave him a narrow eyed look from you, clad in a Sea Molly bikini with a white sarong, a matching pink flower clip in your hair, "Bruce, we talked about this!" You scolded lightly, "I didn't have to, but I will because you need to stop playing hero every once in a while."
Bruce's eyes, usually baggy and dull from his endless night escapades, were now brighter at your words as they softened. He walked over to you once he'd properly unpacked everything, and wrapped his strong arms around your waist, "I don't know where I'd be without you sometimes."
You couldn't help the cheeky remark in your mouth, "Dead in your bat pyjamas."
Bruce almost grinned at that, but it warranted a small smile, "Funny."
The sounds of the waves and seagulls overlapping eachother caught your attention, and you turned to Bruce, "Can we go now? I wanna tan." You said, already reaching for the tanning oil in your little toiletry bag.
A perfect brow lifted on Bruce's face, "Tan? You don't wanna swim?" He asked while his arms loosened around your body, watching you shimmy over to the door of your resort.
You looked at him over your shoulder after you'd grabbed your beach towel, a snort; You thought Bruce Wayne of all people would understand the need to tan, "Nobody cares that your skin already glows golden in the sun Bruce, let's go." You stated, turning on the heel of your foot and making your way outside the door.
Bruce stared for a bit before sighing, "That girl.." He murmured fondly while he grabbed his beach towel and sunscreen, following you out.
He could see how you'd already found a nice spot to lay down and look pretty, and he quickly dropped off the towel. "Can you help?" He asked, making you glance at him before you sat up, your bottom lip pushed out subtly. You grabbed the sunscreen from him, applying some on his body and beginning to massage it around.
"You're enjoying this," You murmured with mock annoyance, already picturing the cheeky smile on Bruce's face. Bruce chuckled, "Can't blame a man for wanting his beautiful wife to touch him, can you?"
That earned Bruce a slap to the back of the head, a wince escaping the man, "Hey!-"
"You were just talking about your beautiful wife wanting to touch you." You taunted, thoroughly rubbing the lotion into Bruce's fit body before setting the sunscreen down, closing it with a click, "You're good to go."
Bruce turned around with a soft expression on his countenance, "Thanks baby," He placed a soft kiss to your cheek in thanks, a hand massaging your thigh gently as he did so. Butterflies instantly filled your stomach, and you couldn't resist a gentle smile; You could never shy away from Bruce's affection - even if he did drive you crazy sometimes.
You could also, apparently not resist getting a little more than just warm at the way Bruce's warm palms massaged your skin.
"Mm, go. Go in the water and- be dumb." You said with a hint of something that Bruce definitely caught, because he gave you that disastrous smirk that made the media go insane.
Clearly, you too because you shifted in your spot, a subtle flush to your cheeks, "Yeah..I will." Bruce responded before leaving to the shore of the beach.
You couldn't help the bother at not being near Bruce - maybe it was worry, maybe it was annoyance that your husband didn't want to relax like you did.
Maybe you just wished you could feel Bruce inside you at that moment.
Who knows?
You sighed with a roll of your eyes, going back to laying down and enjoying the way the rays of the sun warmed you, the heat an amazing comfort from Gotham's rainy and depressing atmosphere.
*
Laying there and basking in the sun's rays proved to be almost therapeutic for you; no constant cop sirens, no screams while someone got mugged, no pattering rain disturbing your beauty life.
And after what had felt like years, you heard the shuffle of footsteps in the stand before a shadow loomed over you. You huffed quietly under your breath before you opened your eyes - Bruce stood there, water dripping down his perfectly sculpted body, his kept black hair a wet mess.
Talk about a wet dog.
"You done playing?" You asked, subtle salt in it from Bruce going without you; funny, because you're the one who'd wanted to stay and tan. Bruce was the one rolling his eyes now, and laughed; a rich sound that you'd always adored, "I asked you earlier, hm? Don't get pouty on me now sweetheart." He moved to sit on his towel beside yours, "I see the tan's coming along nicely."
You hummed non-commitedly at his observation, "Thank you very much, it's hard work laying here beneath the sun and looking gorgeous."
This caused a soft snicker from the man, "Oh, really?" Bruce asked rhetorically - but he knew you were right..about the looking gorgeous part at least.
Just you in all your entirety was something Bruce could worship day and night - like you were some Goddess who'd chosen him.
His hand found its way to your sarong, tugging cheekily. You cracked open an eye, "Bruce." You said firmly.
Bruce raised a brow, putting up the facade of a man who'd done nothing, "What?" He asked innocently.
You knew better.
"We're at the beach, where there are other people with eyes." You frowned, your tone one of disapproval. Bruce only tugged again, "And that's why you paid for a resort that's not much of a walk from here, hm?"
Really you should blame yourself - he was right after all.
But you had some excuses up your ass, "I'm tanning. We can go when the sun sets." You mumbled, closing your eyes again.
"Then I can do whatever I want with you?" Bruce asked.
"Whatever you want."
"Okay."
This time, both your eyes flew open and you squinted at him, "Really? You'll wait till sunset?" You questioned. Bruce looked like he was thinking, but he nodded as his hand slipped away from your sarong, "Yeah, I can wait."
Skepticism painted your features, but you didn't think much before your eyes shut and you continued to relax, though you were more at ease with your husband beside you.
What really was surprising was that Bruce had waited like he'd agreed to; Hours had passed and he'd stayed there by your side, even taking a nap until the sun actually set - it was a record, that's for sure.
When golden and sepia warm hues began to mix with the skyline, reflecting gorgeously off the water, you nudged Bruce who was napping peacefully, "Bruce," you murmured, "It's sunset, we can head back."
Bruce woke up quite fast - a habit he'd picked up from having to constantly force himself out of sleep when a situation the Dark Knight needed to handle arose.
An incoherent mumble let Bruce before he was sitting up, "Really?..hm." He seemed a bit dazed, and it made your eyes soften. It really showed how little Bruce got sleep, it was a miracle he even operated properly.
You stood up, grabbing your beach towel and tanning oil with you while Bruce grabbed his own towel and the sunscreen before you two began your walk to the resort.
"There should be dinner in about an hour," You started, "We can go get ready- it's fancy, but it's no problem."
Bruce nodded, his hand currently intertwined with yours and mindlessly rubbing your knuckles, "Sounds good."
The walk was peaceful, the sun painting the resort in colours of orange, gold and subtle pink - it was a gorgeous contrast to the darkness and deep blues you both called home.
Once you both made your way back into your guys' room, you put your towel away and packed the tanning oil back into your toiletry bag, "Okay, so I can go quickly take a bath, and then we can-"
Your sentence was left unfinished when Bruce suddenly hailed you off your feet and unceremoniously threw you onto the untouched room bed, "What the hell!" You yelled, though you were immediately silenced when Bruce loomed over you, looking hungrier than ever, "Whatever I want." He stated randomly.
Maybe Bruce had gone crazier than you'd expected from his Batman shit, until you remembered the words you'd so carelessly told him.
You winced internally, "Bruce, the dinner-" you tried, but Bruce scoffed, "You said in an hour. An hour's enough for now." With nothing to waste, Bruce's lips found yours in a passionate kiss - one that had your eyes fluttering shut without a thought as your hands found it's way to the back of Bruce's neck.
One of Bruce's hands went to the back of your neck, while the other undid the sarong, tossing it aside somewhere before his hands were massaging the skin of your hip - though that affectionate gesture didn't last long because Bruce's hand was now flying into your bikini bottoms - you gasped, "Bruce!" You chided in a high exclaim.
Bruce only murmured against your lips, "Bruce me all you want, I know you're anything but dry down here." His index and middle fingers pressed together to find your slit, gathering the wetness that had formed there and slathering it around your clit in lazy circles.
Gentle sounds escaped you before a delicate moan made way, back arching a little into the touch you so desperately needed.
The ministrations of Bruce's hands continued which only made you wetter than you already were - and Bruce was thriving in it. His fingers travelled down, one sliding in with a small sound from your mouth, before he was already sliding the other in.
He sat up on his haunches, "Should I make you squirt, or should I stretch you and make you cum on something else?" He asked, a subtle darkness that had you biting your bottom lip shyly.
"Somethi- mm, else.." You answered, and Bruce smiled, "Yeah..good choice."
You could only sit there and moan with your eyes shut as Bruce worked your soft pussy open, feeling calloused fingers stretching your walls.
When Bruce's fingers slid out, the emptiness felt like a mosquito bite - annoying and a constant bother.
That was until the strings holding your bikini bottom was undone, and the soft rustling of Bruce's swim shorts fell on your ears - then, a familiar throbbing pressure was at your entrance.
There was the solution to that bothersome itch.
Bruce spoke as he rubbed his cock up and down your folds, letting the wetness coat it, "With everything you've done for me, this is nothing." He watched with rapt attention the way your folds slid against his dick.
It made you shiver, the sight of Bruce's thick cock a subtle swell of red at the tip.
But then Bruce pushed in with a soft groan and you thought you might've been tasting colours and seeing sound; holy fuck.
A pathetic mewl left as Bruce only slid in deeper, his hands finding surface beside your heads with his fingers curling into the sheets. The only sign that you had that told you Bruce was also feeling the same intensity in the moment, was the way his breathing grew heavier.
When Bruce pulled back achingly slow, and slid back in to bottom out you moaned right from your chest, your legs spreading wider on instinct. One of Bruce's hands left the pillows, and wrapped around your thigh, lifting it onto his shoulder.
It only made the man go even deeper into you, the air almost leaving your lungs.
"You alright?" Bruce asked, taking the time to make sure you were comfortable. When he saw your nod, his hand moved back against the pillow and began a slow yet practiced pace. Each thrust had your lips parted, subtle sounds leaving with your little whimpers that just drove Bruce insane.
More insane than usual because Bruce's pace was already building up. You whined a bit at the speed change, but you were just as needy for it - you'd missed this, and Bruce had to.
"Fuck.." Bruce cursed through his low breaths, his hips starting to grow sharper in movements as he began a deeper and harder pace, wet slaps filling the room as he subtly changed his angle to find that spot that made you melt. Your moans grew in volume, sweeter at the increased pleasure before you cried out, "Oh shit, Bruce!"
Bruce knew what that was, and he almost smirked. He sought out just that angle and began hitting at it quicker and much harder - deep strokes that had your thighs shaking.
"Oh, yes!" You exclaimed, your pleasure swimming freely at the way Bruce's cock hit your spot precisely, "Feels s'good! Mmh, yes yes!" You were cheering pathetically for it and it inflated Bruce's pride like nothing else.
It also made his dick throb harder.
"Missed this pussy so much.." He groaned, concentrated on you and you alone - that tan you had glowed in the sun's hues from the floor to ceiling windows infront of the bed (which were thankfully elevated enough for nobody to see inside), and the subtle sweat on your body as you moaned on his cock, your sweet pussy squeezing him like it didn't want to let go - he could live like this forever if he could.
You whined and moaned loudly, your body laser focused on nothing but the repetitive motion of Bruce's dick against your bundle of nerves; but then Bruce started pounding at your poor pussy, and you suddenly felt yourself going stupid. "Bruce, Bruce!" You croaked, tears pricking at your eyes.
That's when Bruce let that stupid grin of his form onto his lips, "Yeah? What is it baby? Come on, tell me." He encouraged, taking in the sound of your higher moans, the faint sobs beginning to mix in, and the wet slaps of your pussy when he hammered into you.
Music to his fucking ears.
You could only babble mindlessly when Bruce's pace didn't let up, your hand flying to crawl at his bicep next to your head. When you did, Bruce spoke, "Oh, you can't hear me? Okay."
Bruce leaned in closer, and began thrusting even harder if possible, reaching a depth you had either never felt, or forgotten existed because you were probably as dumb as you were right now, "Now tell me; what is it?" He asked, his breath against your own.
You shook your head, unable to form a coherent thought, let alone a sentence - Bruce was bullying your pussy into a soreness you'd have to deal with at the dinner, you could already tell.
Bruce grinned wider, enjoying this - enjoying you, "Can't say it?" He asked smugly, and with your stubbornness, you mustered something - but then again you couldn't stop yourself, "I'm g'nna c..cum!" You cried with tears down your face, and Bruce couldn't help himself.
He could never help himself around you.
He was really giving it to you now, a symphony of harsh slaps as he whispered into your ear, "Yeah? Good girl, that's what I wanna hear." He praised, and it only had you melting when your orgasm washed over you intensely, a shaky cry of Bruce's name falling out of your mouth.
Bruce kept at it until he pulled out right at the nick of time, his release coming out of his aching cock in thick ropes with a loud groan (he was mindful to not get it on your bikini top, how generous). He panted heavily, his eyes hazed over while he admired you -
Fucked out, your eyes barely open and your body shivering with aftershocks.
He leaned down, and kissed the tears that stained your cheek away, "You did amazing," He murmured affectionately; you basically preened at that.
His hand moved to clasp with yours, "So..dinner? I'll pay..and then, we can both see what's outside, and I'l buy you whatever you want." He offered with a softness reserved only for you.
You could only hum weakly, squeezing his hand to let him know you were still capable of hearing. Bruce smiled gently, "That's my girl."
