#landlord

[theonion]

Apologizing to his tenant for circumstances that were beyond his control, local landlord Eddie Turley was reportedly forced Monday to raise the rent due to thinking of a bigger number. “You can re-sign your lease, but I have to raise it by $250 a month because I realized there was a bigger number your rent could be,” Turley informed his tenant of six years, attributing the rent increase to a need to keep up with the rising numbers he could envision.

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[cpericardium]

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Voting ended onMay 20

[miryum]

☆ 18+ minors dni ☆

Landlord!Jason Todd wanted to do something with Bruce’s money. He had seen firsthand the sorrows of Gotham and even though he grew up under a billionaire's wing, poverty was never something one forgot

Landlord!Jason Todd did indeed have a dichotomy of morals from both his days on the street and as Batman’s protege, but one belief he took away from both was that the rich weren’t doing anything to help the majority

Landlord!Jason Todd took his remarks to Bruce. The billionaire was a philanthropist but urged his son to do the same. He gave Jason enough funds to buy a series of apartment buildings from corrupt landlords who were grossly overcharging their tenants

Landlord!Jason Todd entirely changed things. He lowered the rent and incorporated fixed prices. People came flocking in and soon he was making a steady profit. It also helped that he was skilled in handy things around the buildings and didn’t need to pay for plumbers or electricians unless truly out of his depth. (His childhood days stealing hubcaps and working with his hands were extremely useful. Who knew?)

Landlord!Jason Todd knew you as a name on a lease. You had moved into one of his apartments after graduating from Gotham University and needed a cheap place to live

Landlord!Jason Todd had met you once, when you first moved in. He gave you his number and you saved him in your phone as “Hot Landlord”

Landlord!Jason Todd showed up in jeans and a tight white t-shirt. From the moment you let him into your apartment, he could feel the heat. Your A/C was definitely not working. Controversy, you were in a tank-top and shorts. As he got to work, he wiped a sheen of sweat from his forehead. Meanwhile, you were all but gawking at your landlord. You knew a lot of pornos started this way, but holy shit, you didn’t understand the appeal until now. Not only was he hot, but it was like Jason’s presence in your apartment followed you. You tried to get some work done – dishes, emails, and whatnot, but you were acutely aware of him

Landlord!Jason Todd tried not to listen into your call when your phone rang, but what else was he supposed to do? The conversation didn’t get interesting until your voice dropped and you muttered into the phone, “babes, my hot landlord is here fixing my A/C. God, it’s like a fine snack just there in my living room.” You laughed and continued, “I almost wanna go in being like, ‘oh, no, I can’t pay my rent! However can I repay you?’” 

Landlord!Jason Todd was a gentleman and didn’t wanna capitalise on that, especially since he didn’t know if you were joking or not, but his pants definitely got tighter

Landlord!Jason Todd knew he was attractive – he had been hit on many times before, but he did let his mind wander as if to what might happen with you. He wasn’t blind, after all, and your tank-top didn’t leave much to the imagination

Landlord!Jason Todd fixed the A/C and left but was horribly distracted the rest of the day

Landlord!Jason Todd got another text from you three weeks later. There was apparently a problem with your fridge. Jason was in the middle of a Bat-family dinner and just stood up, his chair screeching out from under him. “Gotta go,” he said simply, ignoring everyone’s protests

Landlord!Jason Todd stepped into your apartment with ease. “No problem at all. What’s the issue?” You were in the middle of dinner yourself and making noodles. You showed him the problem and practically drooled over him as he rolled up his sleeves, kneeled down, and got to work

Landlord!Jason Todd made idle conversation with you, but it wasn’t long before his hands migrated to your legs and his kneeling position aided him greatly in eating you out on the kitchen counter. Your nails dug into his forearms as you gasped out at the sight before you and the sensations Jason was bringing you. One of his hands was spreading your legs apart and the other was anchored on your hip. Your noodles burned, but neither of you cared

Landlord!Jason Todd was a talker during sex. He liked missionary best as you soon learned, wanting to see you as you came apart. That didn’t stop him from driving you into the mattress however, the headboard slamming into the wall. “Don’t worry, I’ll fix the plaster if it breaks,” he reassured you in a gruff voice as sweat beaded on his forehead. “Been thinking about this ever since I fixed the A/C. Heard you on the phone, you know.” You could only let out a little noise as his hips pumped into yours, rocking your body back and forth

Landlord!Jason Todd made fuck-buddies-with-your-landlord a great experience for you. He could stop in whenever and was very good at playing out your fantasies. Suddenly, your appliances just started breaking all the time and so there was no other choice but for him to come over and fix them. Oh no, how horrible. He would refuse any type of payment other than you in bed, clothes stripped off

Landlord!Jason Todd really really liked eating you out. He was a proud eater and would grow out his stubble or shave it, depending on what he wanted to give you that day. His stubble had even turned a lighter colour from how much time he spent between your legs

Landlord!Jason Todd didn’t love quickies or phone sex. He would still do them, especially if you were begging him to, but liked to take his time with you and do multiple rounds

Landlord!Jason Todd was very good at aftercare. He would wrap you up in one of his sweaters he conveniently had brought with him and clean you up so gently. He loved to tuck an arm under your head and you loved to subsequently bite his bicep usually leading to round two

Landlord!Jason Todd who was a bit nervous to ask you out officially. He loved your little rendezvous and knew you did too (you frequently made comments on how perfect his body was and would run your hands through his hair after sex) but didn’t want to fuck it up. Think of how awkward that would make it all, especially because of the power dynamic. He would never even consider using his position as your landlord against you and he made sure to tell you that over the dinner he took you to and the bouquet of flowers he got you

Landlord!Jason Todd who was actually surprised when you laughed and said, “of course I want to go out with you!” He hadn't believed it at first, thinking you had just wanted a good fuck, but when he saw your smile, he knew you were serious

Landlord!Jason Todd was a bit quieter of a man until it came to sex. He would let you take the lead with most conversations and was very polite whenever meeting your friends or family (though you knew his sarcastic sense of humour would come out when he felt more comfortable around them). However, when he had you in bed it was like he had no filter. Every comment about how perfect your body was or how you felt around his cock escaped him. The obscene things he would tell you he was gonna do to you while already fucking you made you even more wet

Landlord!Jason Todd had more talents other than the sex, though. Because of his naturally quiet nature, he was an incredible listener that absorbed things like a sponge. He remembered so many little details about you and utilised them magnificently. He would randomly buy little gifts or send you pictures of your favourite colour out in nature with the caption, “thinking of you,” which he constantly was

Landlord!Jason Todd was an incredible cook as well (everyone, thank Alfred)

Landlord!Jason Todd who, on your one year anniversary, realised your contact name for him still hadn't changed

Landlord!Jason Todd got teased relentlessly by his family about how obsessed he was over you 

Landlord!Jason Todd knew he was gonna marry you when you slapped him over the head after mocking Damian at a Bat-family dinner

Landlord!Jason Todd let Bruce pay for the wedding, but Jason paid for the ring

Landlord!Jason Todd who proposed in your apartment after cooking you dinner. He was nervous as hell and stuttered over some words, but knew in his heart that you were it for him. He was so relieved when you said yes

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[a5p3nnn]

Pay me properly - Landlord Toji

Your heart pounds in your chest as you step into his apartment.

Rent's due. Your bank account might as well be a sick joke.

Toji leans against the counter, shirtless, sweat-slicked from the gym—his dark hair pushed back, veins crawling up his thick arms. A lit cigarette dangles from his mouth, lips curling upward when he sees you hesitate to enter in the doorway.

“Are you really just gonna just stand there,” he drawls, “or are you finally ready to stop playing house and pay me what you owe?”

You gulp hard. “Listen Im really sorry but I just don’t have it this month.”

He exhales smoke slowly with a sick grin, letting the tense silence fill the room.

“You think I didn’t expect that?” His voice is low, dangerous. “Cute little thing like you living above me, acting like I can’t hear the way your bed creaks at night.”

Your breath hitches.

“You’ve got two choices princess,” he continues, pushing off the counter and walking toward you, each step feeling like a threat to your existence. “You can get out. Or…” He grabs your jaw, his rough padded thumb dragging across your puckered bottom lip. “You pay me in another way.”

Heat begins to flood your stomach.

You hate him his arrogance, his confidence, his stupid fucking smirk. But even now, your thighs press together.

“Say it,” he murmurs. “Beg for your rent.”

You blink up at him with damp teary eyes. “Please… I’ll do anything. Just don’t kick me out. I'm working on getting a job.. so just please."

Toji grins, slow and twisted.

“That’s more like it.”

He shoves you onto the couch with one hand. You're beneath him before you can even blink, legs spread as he tears your pajama shorts down. His hand grabs your face again, harder this time, forcing you to look at him as he kneels between your thighs.

“Didn’t think you’d end up like this, huh?” he mutters before pressing you into a rough kiss. “Whoring yourself out to your landlord. Letting me wreck you like it’s some form of payment.”

You whimper—but you don’t stop him.

“Look at this,” he sneers, dragging a finger between your folds. “Already wet? Fuckin’ slut. You want this.”

“I don’t—”

“You do.” He pushes two thick fingers into you suddenly, and your back arches with a sharp cry. “You like being treated like trash. You came down here knowing just what I’d do to you.”

He pumps his fingers hard and fast, thumb rubbing harsh circles over your clit.

“You’re just a dirty little brat who needs someone to ruin her.”

“Toji—fuck—!”

“Louder. Let the neighbors hear what kind lousy of tenant you are.”

You moan his name like it's your way of worship, gasping, legs trembling as he pulls away.

You whine at the loss.

He undoes his pants slowly, deliberately, letting you see the size of him thick and heavy.

“Crawl,” he says, voice deep and cruel. “Mouth first. You don’t get to pay me with your cunt until you’ve earned it.”

You drop to your knees without thinking. His cock slaps against your tongue as you suck him in, choking on the stretch. He groans low in his chest and grips your hair tight.

“That’s it,” he growls lowly. "Knew that mouth was good for something."You're better than the rent. Maybe I’ll charge double next month just so I can ruin you all over again.”

When he’s had enough of your mouth, he yanks you up, bends you over the couch armrest, and shoves into you from behind with no warning. You scream, half pain, half pleasure, as he slams into you relentlessly.

“So fucking tight,” he snarls, smacking your ass hard. “You’re gonna let me fill this pussy, huh? Stuff you full like my personal fuck toy.”

You can barely speak you can only moan, cry, drool onto the couch as he breaks you apart from the inside out.

“Who owns you?” he demands, voice dark and low against your ear.

“You—fuck—Toji, it’s you—!”

“Say it louder.”

“You own me!”

And you mean it.

You come again, legs giving out, walls spasming around him until he groans, gripping your hips and slamming in deep one final time filling you up completely.

“Rent’s paid, baby,” he mutters, breathless and satisfied. “But I’ll be collecting again tomorrow.”

[mattgrayyes]

You may now kiss the bride.

What if all long term contracts were sealed with a kiss?

You may now kiss the landlord.

You may now kiss the car salesperson.

You may now kiss the recruiter.

You may now kiss the mortgage broker.

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I moved to an abandoned island to live in a gothic mansion only to get into a toxic relationship with the vampire landlord (who later died of grief when I broke up with him).