Something, something… A man who eats 🐱 for his pleasure, and he has you talk about your day at the same time but stops whenever you stop to moan and only lets you come when you finish your story or beg for it properly… something, something…
(MDNI) which pet name makes you clench the hardest - ft. Nanami
"Y-you're not gonna finger me properly? No? Okay…"
Taking a deep, shuddering breath in, you tried not to fuck your hips downwards so that you could chase the pleasure Nanami's fingers refused to give you. The blonde was half-sprawled on top of you, barely hovering with one firm bicep framing the side of your head.
How long had it been since he had come home from work and initiated spicy time with you, as you liked to call it? One hour? Two?
Time was nothing but a blur as Nanami worked two thick, deft fingers inside of you — rolling the pad of his thumb over your pert clit in tight circles.
But he had no intention of making you cum. Not yet, for he had a little experiment he wanted to try out first.
"Let me try something," he murmured, fingers still buried knuckle-deep inside of your cunt.
You nodded, brows knitting in the middle. But then Nanami spoke once more, his voice taking on a low timbre that sent heat rushing to your cheeks.
"Baby."
Your pussy clenched — just a little — around your husband's fingers. As expected. Nanami chuckled, mentally logging down the exact pressure that had squeezed at his pruning digits.
"Love?" he asked this time, thin brow raised.
You shook your head, lips tightening into a thin line so that you could suppress the breathy sounds threatening to leave you. Your body gave you away, however, giving Nanami another squeeze — harder this time.
"Stop," you whispered, your pussy now beginning to thoroughly coat his fingers in a glossy sheen of your slick.
"That's not quite right," Nanami observed, shifting himself upwards ever so slightly. His lips were against your ear now, voice low.
"Sweetie."
Clench.
"Honey?"
Squeeze.
"…darling?"
At that, your body tensed, pussy fluttering wildly around his fingers. Nanami was quick to notice the way your lips parted, a chorus of gasps and pleas leaving you. Then, your hand came up, tightly gripping Nanami's wrist in a desperate attempt to get him to move.
"There it is."
"Please, Ken. Move your fingers. I think 'm— I feel like I'm close."
"Already?"
You shook your head, face screwing slightly in embarrassment, which prompted the man to chuckle.
"Ah, I suppose I've been mean enough, darling." Nanami's voice lowered, dropping an octave as he punctuated his words with a firm curl of his fingers inside of you. He watched as your back arched, both of your breathing turning heavier when he came to his final conclusion.
Your favourite pet name he had for you was darling, and there was no doubt about it.
And so Nanami began fingering you, properly now. It was the most talkative he had ever been, with lips nipping against your ear as he talked you through the sudden burst of pleasure hitting you all at once.
"Oh, my darling," he crooned, voice smooth but laced with increasing hunger. "Is this too much? Do you like it when your husband coddles you like this?"
"Yesyesyes— wait, no. D-don't call me that—"
Nanami's fingers continued to stroke inside of you steadily, your arousal dripping down his wrist by now with each deliberate thrust. With each purred pet name sent your way, your walls squeezed involuntarily around him, before you could even register what he had just called you.
"Seems like your body— ah, you're squeezing again — knows what she needs."
A series of pecks came your way, landing on your lips and cheek and whatever bit of skin your teasing husband could reach.
He didn't even wait for you to respond, too engrossed in making you feel good. The pressure on your clit returned, Nanami's thumb working overtime to draw out every ounce of pleasure he could bring you.
"Close, darling? I can feel it." He swallowed, now lowly grunting into your ear. The slight ache in Nanami's wrist was worth it as he angled it down, stroking against that one spongy spot inside of you that had you positively writhing against him.
"Go on, make a mess all over your husband."
With Nanami's loving words of encouragement, you did — letting go until the breath left your lungs in heaving pants. The mess only grew wetter, soaking the sheets below as you came with a cry.
He could only watch with a look of utmost devotion on his face, grinding his palm against your clit in an attempt to wring out your orgasm to the fullest. And when Nanami pulled his fingers out of you with a squelch, webs of your slick glued his fingers together — snapping wetly when he pulled them apart.
"I don't think my work is done quite yet," he sighed, situating himself between your spread legs.
With two large hands on either one of your thighs, he squeezed — coaxing them onto his hips.
Something prodded you down below, hard to the touch as it moved up and down obscenely slow. Nanami gasped somewhat sharply, aching tip drooling out a fat drop of precum.
"W-what else could you possibly do now, you fiend?"
"Oh, I think you know," he muttered breathily, the sound of a belt unbuckling following shortly after.
i think nanami is used to being pretty quiet in bed. he doesn’t want to sound like a caveman when he’s blowing your back out, you know?
but when he starts dating you… well, you have a voice kink, and quiet just won’t work for you.
you breathe his name in his ear, you beg for more when he pulls back, you cry out with your head thrown back when he makes you cum. and his ears blush pinker at the tips the louder you are.
one night, when he’s been gone for a mission for nearly a week and came back and literally fell to his knees for you, his hands gripping your thighs as he stinks inside, you don’t even realize you’re moaning as he stretches you out.
“shh, baby,” he whispers, his breath hitching as you clench around him. “don’t wanna wake the neighbors.”
“s-sorry,” you whisper back breathlessly. “j-just— feels so good— don’t i make you feel good ken?”
he lets out a little chuckle, tucking his head in the crook of your neck as he starts slowly thrusting, pausing at the end so the tip of his thick cock can grind against your g-spot before he pulls back again. “of course you do, sweetheart. isn’t it obvious?”
you pout a little, though the expression is interrupted twice as your lips drop open in pleasure. “no it — nghh — it’s not. you don’t even moan when you’re inside me.” and despite the playful tone, there’s a slight edge of true hurt and insecurity.
he pulls back to look at you, hazel eyes searching your face and watching your expression start to crumple as pleasure starts to burn hotter inside you. “you really think i don’t enjoy this?”
“n-no, but—“
he cuts you off, leaning in until his lips are pressed right against your ear. the low sound of his voice, his breath on your back, his body on top of yours as he continues fucking you; it all makes you gasp, arching up into him. “you need me to make noise? need me to tell you how much i love this pussy, hm? how good it feels when you grip me — haa — that tightly?”
and for the very first time, nanami lets his moans fall from his lips right in your ear.
it’s insanely erotic, his voice only meant for you as he spills all the dirty thoughts he had of you while he was gone. how he couldn’t wait to stuff you full. how he’s going to wake you with his mouth in the morning just to have the taste on his tongue.
and as his pleasure crests like a wave, his voice pitches to a low rasp, his moans gravelly, almost pained as he fights off his impending orgasm.
“this cock is yours, baby,” he pants in your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine. “you’ve earned it.”
you stare up at him in awe, and when he cums, his voice, breathless with pleasure as he moans sends you over the edge as well.
a/n: if he moaned in my ear i would not rest until i merged with him like a symbiote. like he would never escape me.
MDNI! This is my original work. Please do not post to another site or to AI. Thank you and happy reading!
Summary: Fem!Reader suffers from some self-esteem and Rafayel takes the matter into his own hands.
Tags/TW: smut, PIV sex, oral (fem receiving), finger fucking (fem receiving), mirror sex, protected sex, dirty talk (Rafayel calls you "dirty girl", that's it), porn not really plot. Fluff at the end (comon theme for me). Fem!Reader. Rafayel makes you say you're pretty before you can come.
A/N: If I already wrote something like this, no I didn't. :3
Also, I'm not back yet. I'm just writing to cope. ✧ദ്ദി( ˶^ᗜ^˶ )
Cuz what is fanfiction if not projecting?
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You always had a hard time telling yourself you were beautiful. You’d never received those types of compliments growing up, and you’ve never really paid any mind to that, living your life as normally as anyone else. You never needed to worry about stuff like that, chalking it up as just trivial admiration between lovers. You didn’t feel like you were dying to receive such compliments; you focused more on your character and work than anything.
But as you got older, you realized how appearances made or broke your reputation. Even with a strong character or a kind heart, your appearance was the first thing people noticed. That fact nagged you like a paper cut on your palm, tiny and able to be ignored until it stung and got irritated.
And when you started dating Rafayel—the elusive and illustrious Rafayel—that reality sank into you like the sharp teeth of a shark digging into a seal.
You became more conscious of your appearance around him. You saw the crowd he hung around and a sudden, overwhelming feeling that you didn’t match their “aesthetic” hit you.
You weren’t blind to the elegant and gorgeous women who fluttered around him, wanting to steal your place on his arm. You felt reassured whenever he’d squeeze your hand resting on the inner nook of his elbow and greet your gaze with a beaming, and admittedly love-sick smile.
But that thought of you not belonging in the room, not looking up to par with the other women flocking to Rafayel, grated on you.
You never questioned his deep adoration of you, never questioned his sincere and undying devotion, but you couldn’t help but wonder what drew him to you. Whenever Rafayel sang about your beauty, staring at you and gushing about how pretty you were, you meekly thanked him and got quiet when your inner voice told you he was just being “nice”.
It was cruel to twist his love and his intentions. But you struggled with accepting his words.
Yet today, it was so much harder for you to accept his words maybe because it had been a while since you both were intimate or because you were having a particularly rough day.
But whatever the reason was, it made Rafayel take matters into his own hands.
He had noticed you poking and prodding at your face and body in his bathroom, silently dissecting yourself as you turned in front of the bathroom mirror.
“Unless you’re planning on going into sculpting, I don’t think your body is the first tool for that,” Rafayel said softly.
You let go of your tummy, smoothing your hands down your skin as if you could erase all the cruel twisting and pinching you enacted on your own flesh.
“What’s going on, cutie?” He stepped into the bathroom. He closed the door behind him and leaned on the counter close to you. “What’s got you so worried about your body for?”
You couldn’t find a concrete answer. You just worried your lip under your teeth and sighed softly. “Just a bad day today. That’s all.”
He quietly watched you as you rubbed the red marks of your nails on your hips away. “May I touch you?”
You took a half step closer to him. He reached out and caressed his knuckles against your stomach. Rafayel’s fingers were cool and more gentle on your body than yours had been a few seconds ago. He got off the counter and circled his arms around your waist, pulling you into him.
“Your body is a gift from the gods,” Rafayel whispered, his breath hot against your skin. His hands ran over your stretch marks and massaged your skin, igniting a flame in you.
“Your face is the result of generations of love and adoration from your ancestors.” He kissed the side of your neck.
“I am so lucky to be graced by such a beauty,” Rafayel dragged his tongue up your neck and smiled in delight when he watched you shiver. “And I’m going to treasure every single inch of you until you’re the one who’s sick of my touch,” he promised.
One hand slowly moved up to your breasts, sliding under your bra and kneading at your flesh while the other snakes under your mismatched underwear. He dragged his finger over your clit, and you nearly lurched forward from his touch.
“It’s been a while since I’ve touched you, hasn’t it?” Rafayel hummed.
You nodded.
“Then let me make up for everything you’ve been denied,” he smiled sweetly before he pushed your underwear down to your thighs.
He dipped his fingers gently inside your pussy, earning a breathless moan from you. Rafayel gathered as much slick as he could on his finger by teasing your entrance more and tugging at your nipple at the same time.
He barely brought you to your peak before he withdrew his fingers. He brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking your slick off of his knuckles and moaning loudly as he did.
“I’ve missed your taste, darling,” Rafayel returned his hand to your pussy, gathering up more slick. He circled your clit harder. “Let me apologize for being so busy. For neglecting you, my beauty.”
You gasped and grabbed onto Rafayel tightly. He only tortured your clit more the more you squirmed around.
“Indulge me a bit, okay? Let me taste you again.”
“Please, Rafayel!” You pushed back against his hand.
“Wanna come on my tongue?” You nodded, “Yeah?” You whined in frustration.
Rafayel turned you around and lifted you onto the counter. He pulled off your underwear, tucking it into his pocket. He spread your legs apart, and without any preamble, he dragged his tongue up along your slit.
You moaned wantonly, barely catching your breath from the devastatingly warm and wet tongue prodding your slit open. Rafayel wiggled his tongue inside you, earning a pitched moan from you.
He dragged his tongue in and out slowly, his eyes rolling back before fluttering closed. He moaned loudly, the vibrations traveling through your sensitive cunt.
You knotted your fingers in his purple locks, pulling him closer. “Rafayel, don’t tease me.”
“Yes, ma’am,” He pulled away just enough to reply.
Rafayel wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked on it as if it were a sweet candy. You moaned louder and rolled your hips into his face.
He plunged his fingers inside you without much warning, wrenching a pornographic moan from you. The saccharine sound echoed off his bathroom walls and only made him move faster.
The sudden stretch of his fingers, curling into you and digging into your sweet spot, paired with his tongue wagging and flicking at your neglected clit brought you embarrassingly quickly to your orgasm.
It really has been too long since you’ve been touched by him, feeling like a whole eternity. (It was a week and a half).
Your moans ramping up in volume and frequency signalled to Rafayel to pump his fingers faster, sucking harder on your clit. You would normally blush at the lewd sound of him suckling on your clit and pussy as if it were candy, audibly slurping and smacking his lips against your aching sex, but you were too pent up to care.
“Oh god! Oh fuck!” You mewled.
“Not god. God’s not the one eating out your pussy, baby,” Rafayel tutted. He sucked harder on your clit, burying his fingers all the way to the knuckles, burrowing into your sweet spot with devastating precision.
“Rafayel!” You screamed.
“That’s it. That’s my name, baby.”
He fucked you on his fingers, the sloppy sounds of your pussy being finger-fucked so ferally breached the confines of the bathroom, trickling into the bedroom nearby. Your back arched sinfully as you came on his tongue, slithering back into your cunt.
Rafayel drank up your slick, his throat bobbing as he moaned with pure elation.
He parted from your sopping cunt and kissed your inner thigh reverently. He licked his lips and unbuttoned his shirt quickly.
“On your feet, cutie. I can’t wait anymore.”
You carefully climbed off the counter and unclasped your bra, letting it fall to the floor. Rafayel shoved his slacks down and dug through his nearby drawers for a condom.
You waited patiently, looking over your shoulder as he rolled the condom onto his cock.
He gently pressed on your upper back with a hand and bent you over slightly. He grabbed a black bottle of lube and dribbled a bit onto your waiting cunt.
Rafayel dragged his thick cock head between your plush pussy, smearing the lubricant all over you, his mouth dropping open as his brows knit together tightly.
“F-fuck, baby,” he whimpered, easing the fat head into you. You broke into a moan from the intrusion, a rush of relief overwhelming you.
“Come on, Rafayel!” You whined.
“So impatient,” he smirked, “So needy for me.”
He pushed in all the way. You crumpled into a throat moan, falling onto your elbows. You weren’t going to last long. You’d barely started, but the sudden neediness from his lack of touch drove you closer to the edge.
“Rafayel, move, please!”
“Yes, princess. Yes,” he brokenly chanted.
Rafayel didn’t hold back, fucking you fast and hard.
He’d normally try to go slow, tease you, and make you beg for him to move, maybe even make you cry from frustration as he played unfairly, which you weren’t even sure what that exact definition was. All you knew was that he just wasn’t fucking you until you were crying from pleasure.
But today, he wasn’t holding back. Your toes barely scraped the bathroom floor with each thrust, making your body lurch on the counter. His thick cock rammed into your sweet spot each time, stuffing you so deliciously full in a way that your fingers and your toys could no longer satisfy you.
You were getting closer to your orgasm, your brain muddying into the sole thought of how good his cock felt.
“Please! Please, ‘m gonna—!” You cried out.
He stopped, making you whine loudly.
Rafayel snaked his hand under your chin and forced your face up. He smiled as he bent over and kissed your shoulder.
“Look at yourself. Don’t you see how beautiful you are?”
Your eyes were glazed over from the mounting ecstasy Rafayel was granting you. He treated you like you were his favorite canvas, decorating your neck and shoulders in his love bites and marks. Your mouth was dropped open in such a lewd “o”, letting your even more lewd sounds of bliss.
Heat rushed to your face as you took in how utterly debauched you looked, falling apart on his cock that was still stubbornly splitting you open but not granting you the sweet release that you were chasing for.
You choked up another whine trying to pull away from him, but his hand only tightened more on your jaw, holding you steady as you stared at yourself in the mirror.
“I want you to tell yourself that you are beautiful. Say it out loud, and I will let you come. Otherwise,” Rafayel shrugged, a dark smirk growing on his face, “I’ll leave you like this. And we both know you won’t be able to come without me, right, cutie?”
You grit your teeth, ready to spit back at him. He merely shifted his hips, angling his cock to dig harder into your sweet spot. Your snark instantly died, melting into a desperate moan as your lashes fluttered.
Rafayel just laughed softly. “See? You said it yourself, didn’t you, my love? You can’t seem to come with your toys anymore. ‘It’s not the same!’ you said. ‘It doesn’t feel like you!’ you said.”
His free hand slowly slithered up your side, caressing your skin under his palm before he traced the length of your spine with his nail.
“Who knew such an innocent girl like you would get so addicted to coming on my cock? Or my fingers?” He kissed your back, “Or my tongue? Such a filthy girl.”
Rafayel planted soft kisses along your back. “You’re my dirty girl. No one else will have me the way you do.”
He leaned on your back, tucking his chin on your shoulder. “How lucky I am to be with such a beautiful girl.”
Your face was now warm from the way he spoke so sincerely. For a moment, your inner voice was silent and didn’t diminish his affection. Rafayel seemed to know what you were thinking and kissed your cheek.
“Please tell yourself you’re beautiful, my love. Don’t say it to please me. Say it for yourself.”
You swallowed thickly. Your throat was a little dry from your ceaseless moaning. You braced yourself, letting the words sink in before you’d say it. You wanted to be able to believe it for yourself, not to say it to gain some kind of release.
“I’m—!”
Just as you were about to say it, Rafayel moved. He drew back and grabbed the bottle of lube nearby. He gently squeezed some on where you both were connected. You shivered as the coldness of the viscous fluid slowly dripped down your aching pussy.
“F-fuck!” You hissed.
He didn’t seem to pay any mind as he rolled his hips slowly at first. Your legs trembled as his length scraped against your fluttering walls.
Rafayel held your hip steady with a hand as he picked up the pace, picking up where he left off. He still didn’t let go of your jaw, making you still look at yourself in the mirror.
“Say it,” he ordered simply. He didn’t sound out of breath in the slightest as he fucked you hard.
You tried. Each breath you took was knocked out as his hips connected harder with yours. The blunt head of his cock ramming into your overwhelmed G-spot made your vision filled with stars.
“I’m beau—! I’m pret-ty! I’m—!” You whimpered.
Rafayel tutted, clicking his tongue against his teeth. He slowed his hips down to grind against yours. His cock mercilessly dragged against your walls at a slow pace that made you fall apart more than if he was pounding into you like he had a vendetta.
“If you have enough strength to brat at me, then you have enough strength to use your words properly, cutie,” Rafayel whispered hotly in your ear. He gently nipped at your earlobe and stared at you in the mirror. His eyes bored into yours as he dragged his tongue along the curve of your ear. “Use your words, darling. Tell yourself what you need to hear.”
Tears filled your eyes as molten pleasure rushed through your veins, fogging your brain. Any longer and you were going to be a brainless, moaning toy for him to use at his pleasure. You summoned any strength you could muster and forced the words out.
“I’m beautiful!” You cried out. “I’m so beautiful!”
“That’s my girl.”
Rafayel began pounding into you. Your eyes rolled back as you screamed in ecstasy. Your moans bounce loudly off the walls of his pristine bathroom. Your nails dug uselessly into his counter in a futile attempt to stabilize yourself.
Each merciless thrust of his hips drove you nearly mad. Your brain melted out of your ears along with your ability to talk. You babbled incessantly, unable to form your words properly between exclaiming how good he felt, how close you were to coming, and how he was making you go crazy.
Your orgasm ramped faster and harder, the familiar buzz in your veins intensifying. You weren’t sure if you were able to tell him you were close, your voice leaving as helpless whimpers on your lips, shining with drool.
Your entire body stiffened as you came. Your fluttering pussy squeezed tightly around him like a vise while your orgasm racked through your body, leaving you completely senseless.
It didn’t seem to stop him, though. Rafayel only fucked you harder, even as your walls were nearly choking his cock.
“I just—! I came! I just ca—!” Your words fell on deaf ears. His cock continued to relentlessly bully your overwhelmed pussy, molding your gummy walls to the perfect mold of his cock.
You screamed again as another orgasm barreled into you, slamming into you so hard that you couldn’t breathe. Bright specks flooded your spinning vision as you curled over, coming harder on his cock.
“That’s it. That’s it, gorgeous. Wan’ ya to milk me dry,” He panted. His words barely registered as you came a third time.
You sobbed pitifully, your pleasure so high that you no longer felt human. “Gonna— I gonna—!”
When you came this time, clear squirt sprayed all over both of your thighs and his counter. Your vision whited out as you curled tightly on his counter.
Rafayel whimpered loudly behind clenched teeth, “Fuck! Fuck, fuck!” He cried out as he came inside you.
When you came to, you could still hear the remnants of your scream echoing across his house.
He carefully pulled out and pinched his condom off, throwing it into the nearby bin. He draped himself over you, enveloping your trembling body to the counter with his own. His weight pressed down on you comfortably, slowly bringing you back to earth.
“You okay?” his voice cooed in your ear. You nodded, unable to form words just yet.
“Wanna wash up?”
You nodded again.
Rafayel wrapped his arms around you, gently lifting you off the counter in a princess carry. He walked you over to the bath and sat on the side, still cradling you as he filled up the massive tub.
You curled more into him. You were dangerously close to falling asleep from how comfortable you felt, perfectly fitting against his body and drinking in the warmth of his skin. You hummed in contentment when he kissed your forehead. You lifted your head and kissed his cheek, nuzzling into his neck after.
“You’re so cute,” he chuckled.
“Hmph,” you grumbled.
“You’re cuter when you’re pouting.”
“Hmph.” You harrumphed louder, the pout on your face growing deeper.
That made Rafayel laugh even brighter. He planted kisses all over your face, humming his sweet adoration against your skin each time.
“I love you, my beautiful girl,” he whispered against your lips.
You tilted your head slightly and pressed your lips a little more against his. “I love you too, my pretty fishie.”
Nanami loves watching you do your hair and I mean loves it. He loves the effort and little details you put into your cute little hair style, but what he loves most about it is ruining it in bed. Nanami adores when you beg and cry for more while he thrusts from behind along with messing up your hair you spent so long on :(
MDNI! This is my original work. Please do not post to another site or to AI. Thank you and happy reading!
Summary: Jason Todd reassures Reader about a close friend of his.
TW/Tags: Smut, some angst, some fluff; Fem!Reader; Overthinking!Reader, insecurities and jealousy mentioned; supportive Jason; Jason is a good lover; Reader needs to talk about their feelings; PIV sex, cunnilingus, fingering, backshots, missionary, edging; Porn with plot (technically)
A/N: This was a therapeutic piece for me. Also, I’m not entirely back yet, but enjoy this show.
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“How badly did you miss me?” You asked, running your fingers through his hair, gently scratching at his scalp. You drank in the way he was looking at you, so decadently soft. Like you were something so precious to him. Like you were the only one in the world for him.
“So much, doll,” He whispered, leaning in closer to kiss you, his shuddered breath dancing across your lips, “So, so much…”
You raised your hand and cupped them gently over his lips. “Yeah?”
“Mhm,” Jason nodded, kissing your palm, unbothered by the barrier of your hand between where he wanted to kiss you so desperately. The air in his apartment became so thick with want, electrifying and igniting your need for him.
It was your choice to withhold from kissing him. You had been busy and during that time, you got sick. Not wanting to spread the sickness to him, you abstained from kissing your lover at least until you were much better than you were before.
Unfortunately, during that time that you were unable to be intimate with your lover, you noticed that he was texting another person often. You hadn’t meant to pry, but you noticed that the second that the notification came in, he’d click on it faster than he’d click on yours. That and in his messages, there were two people pinned. You and her.
Jason wasn’t that close with many people. He didn’t even have his family pinned in his messages.
But he had you there. And he had her there.
You really didn’t want to seem jealous and insecure. Maybe this was just someone that he was really close with and needed to get information urgently from. It was part of his work anyway.
And then you glanced at the name.
“Artemis.”
You didn’t want to ask him about it, again, not wanting to seem like the insecure lover that you were. But you’ve seen her name time and time again on the dashboard of his car. His phone was connected to the car, and any notification he got, you’d see who it was from. But you’d never see the message.
At first, you chalked it up to his work associate. Someone he had to work with a lot, and why he was getting messages from her often. Maybe she was his best friend. It was normal. Besides, one of your best friends was a guy. And Jason had a lot of associates. He knew them from work and from his past, but you knew enough from what he’s told you.
It’s just that he never mentioned her. He’s mentioned other people in his life, and you’ve met a few of them already.
You met Roy, his work associate, whom he “lovingly”, or as lovingly as a vigilante could, deemed as a “piece of work”. You met Barbara and Dick, though you could tell there was a little tension between Jason and Dick.
You’ve never met Artemis. You’ve never heard of her. He’s never mentioned her.
And yet you’ve seen her name more times than you’ve heard him utter Roy’s.
You swallowed your fears that he was seeing her behind your back. Or that you were the other woman.
Or that she was his ex, and you were the rebound.
Your mind began to whirl dangerously, spiraling deeper and deeper until those thoughts made your chest ache so bad. It struck you so bad that night that you sat up and massaged your chest.
“My chest feels weird,” you whispered.
“What’s that?” Jason asked.
“My chest feels funny,” you said again, a little louder and massaging your chest harder. Trying desperately to massage away that sickening feeling that festered too deeply to be a mere passing thought and lingered too long that it made you fear it was your “gut instinct”.
Jason instantly shot up from where he was sitting and pulled you close to him. “Honey, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” He asked frantically, feeling your chest for any irregular beats.
“I’m fine, honey!” You instinctively replied, wanting him not get into a desperate panic over you. “I’m okay!” You hugged him. Jason instantly slotted his ear against your chest, listening silently. His arms were gripping you like you were going to suddenly disappear in a cloud of smoke if he even loosened his muscles slightly.
Your mind began to cruelly torment you.
Who was Artemis? Why was she pinned next to you in his messages? Why did he respond faster to her? Was she his other woman? Was she at all like you? Why were her notifications more persistent?
Your mind began to cruelly trick you, twisting your stomach into tighter knots. When he asked you what was wrong, what made your heart hurt, you lied and told him that the state of Gotham and its politics were scaring you.
And he apologized for bringing it up.
And yet your mind still spiraled.
Why was Jason more distant with you? Why did it take him so long to respond? Why was it often that he’d respond and text longer to his associates and not with you? Was he tired of you? Were you that uninteresting to him?
You violently shook those thoughts from planting too deeply. You knew he had extremely valid reasons for that distance.
He was a vigilante for fuck’s sake. He was busy because he was cleaning the streets of Gotham. It took him forever to respond because he was working. He needed to be in a safe place before he could respond to you. He texted his associates a lot more than you because that was part of his work. He needed to be in contact with them often.
Jason has time and time again told you that you were incredibly precious to him. Seeing you sad was utterly devastating to him. If you were as uninteresting as you told yourself, he wouldn’t have ever considered being with you.
And yet your thoughts nagged at you. The human brain is an incredibly beautiful and delicate organ, able to form thoughts faster than light and digest information even before you’ve made a conscious effort to memorize it.
And yet it was the most volatile and evil organ. Able to be tricked and twisted into corrupting the sweet love and reassurances you shared with your beloved into evil thoughts that everything he did was hollow and just a trick.
All for her.
“Darling?”
You blinked quickly.
Jason looked up at you with his brows twisted tightly in a deep frown. His eyes suddenly became serious again. “Darling, are you okay? You were spacing out for a really long time.”
You pulled your hand away from his mouth. You tried to tell him, your words barely leaving your mouth, when your heart clenched harshly. You winced and massaged your chest.
That action caused a burst of panic to cross over his face.
Jason reached up and tried to massage the pain away, but you took a half step back. “Baby, what’s wrong? Are you having a heart attack?”
“No,” you shook your head, nearly bruising your chest with how hard you were massaging it. The pain only bloomed more.
You had to tell him. You needed to tell him. That was what you and he agreed on at the beginning of your relationship. That you’d tell each other everything and work on growing together instead of running from your feelings when it gets hard.
You swallowed and looked at him.
Jason was still watching you with fear laced deep in his features. His eyes never leaving your face, and his hands twitching as if he was fighting the urge to pull you in and hold you, to shield you from whatever was tormenting you.
If only he could reach inside your brain and shut off those thoughts. If only he could reach inside your heart and physically mend what was broken previously.
You were your own villain. You were twisting your precious love and turning it into something more sinister. And you knew it was irrational. But that fear of being replaced, of never being someone else’s priority, of being cast aside once your worth was used up… it ate at you viciously and relentlessly. And it only grew the longer her name was spelled out longer, the letters carving deep into your psyche.
“Who’s Artemis?” You blurted out.
A flicker of confusion flashed across his face momentarily. “What?”
“Who’s…” You tried again, your voice suddenly quieting down. You were in it now. You can’t back out once it’s been said.
“Who’s Artemis, Jason?” You asked. “I’ve… I’m just curious because I’ve been seeing her name pop up a lot on your car’s dashboard. And your phone. And in your texts,” You then quickly rambled, “I really wasn’t trying to dig into it, but I just glanced over at your screen and noticed that you had her pinned in your messages next to me, and—”
“Wait, baby,” Jason said gently. He reached out and pulled you back to him, his hands caressing your back in a soothing manner. “Take a breath. You’re rambling really fast and I can’t understand you.”
You pinched your breath off and held your breath. Your heart was racing a million miles an hour. You felt your skin practically pulsating, as if it were trying to escape you.
“Take a deep breath. In,” Jason instructed. You did and he breathed in deeply with you. “And out.” You both exhaled. “And in…”
You remembered him doing this when you had called in a panic, sobbing on the phone about your work schedule. And Jason, bless him, stayed with you on the phone, instructing you to breathe in and out carefully until your head stopped spinning with cruel thoughts.
“There we go,” he said, rubbing your back. “Do you feel a little better?”
You nodded, still holding your chest, but not from the pain. You didn’t know what to do with your hands. And it felt like you were giving your heart a bit of a shield from your mind.
“Now, start slowly from the beginning. Tell me everything, my angel.”
You swallowed thickly, taking a moment before piecing your words in a cohesive and unaccusatory way.
“I would like to know who Artemis is. I just wanted to know who she was because I’ve seen her name show up on your car’s dashboard since early on in our relationship. And because I think I saw her pinned next to my contact in your messages. You’ve never mentioned her before, but I have noticed her notifications come in often,” You said as evenly as you could.
Jason nodded, listening intently as his gaze still held you with intense concentration.
“I just want reassurance that she isn’t someone else in the relationship. I want reassurance that she is truly just a friend and not someone more to you,” You finally let your heart spill your concerns. You felt the scabs breaking away as the wounds opened fresh. “I know that you are busy and that you talk to many more people than I do, but I want…” You took a quick breath. “I want to be selfish and ask that I am your priority. Just check in with me, respond to me faster, and just…” You trailed off.
Jason was doing more than enough already. To ask more was—
“What else would you like me to do, my love?” Jason asked, quietly pulling you out before you could drown in your mind again.
Your heart ached, but it wasn’t with the ugly jealousy from before. It ached with overwhelming tenderness that he was truly listening.
“I just want to make sure that I am the only one you love and prioritize in this aspect of your life,” you said, your throat tight as tears welled in your eyes. “I think I just need more reassurance in that.”
Jason sat there quietly, still holding you close and watching you with his deep and thoughtful eyes.
He nodded and moved a hand away from your back. He grabbed his phone and opened up his messages. He turned the screen to you.
Sure enough, it was her pinned next to you. You stared at the screen a little longer, taking in her profile picture, before he nudged his phone into your hand.
“You can read through my messages with her. You can read everything,” Jason said.
You shakily held his phone in both hands and read the most recent messages. Sure enough, it was all about work. Not an ounce of romance or romantic tension was felt in their texts. It read exactly like the texts between you and your best friends.
“She is one of my close friends. We were work associates, but I felt close enough to her that I decided to pin her. We’re closer than I am with Roy. That’s why. But there are absolutely no romantic feelings between us,” Jason said.
You looked at him.
Jason was staring at you intently, letting his words sink in deliberately. “I didn’t tell you about her because I thought that, because a very clear and platonic boundary was between Artemis and me, it was clear with you too. But I realize now that I was wrong in assuming that. I should have told you from the beginning so you wouldn’t spiral so much. I’m sorry.”
You opened your mouth to refute, but he gently raised his hand.
“Please let me explain everything, sweetheart.”
You nodded and focused on him, no longer looking at his phone.
“I assure you: Artemis and I are only friends. She is not an ex-fling. She is not anyone more to me. You are the only one I love.” Jason said. “But I will unpin her contact because you were uncomfortable with it.”
You nodded, your eyes still brimming with tears. “I don’t want you to lose your friend, though.”
“I won’t, honey. But I will be clearer about where we stand.” Jason shook his head. “I wish you had told me this sooner. I don’t want you to ever suffer alone. But I am grateful that you are telling me now,” Jason said softly.
His lips turned down slightly, and he looked away briefly before turning back to you. His eyes barely shielded his pain. “I have to admit that I am a little hurt that you would assume that there was someone else. Did you think that everything I said to you, every promise, every moment between us, was for someone else?”
You bit down on your cheek. You looked away as the shame boiled hot under your skin. You felt like you were six again, getting yelled at for crying a little too loudly. There was so much shame in being caught.
But you pushed past that ego. You nodded.
“I’m so sorry,” you said. “I’m really sorry. I let my insecurities, my fears… I let all of that take over.” You looked at Jason again. “I know that you are being honest in your business, and I know that you mean everything you said. I’m so sorry I let my insecurities take over.”
Jason wrapped his arms around you and ran his hands up and down your back. “Thank you. Thank you for telling me this.”
You put his phone away and held his shoulders. You both were silent. The air in his apartment became thick with both of your open wounds, and yet tapering into a softer understanding. It wasn’t quite forgiveness yet. But it was close.
You looked at him. “I’m sorry for assuming, Jason.”
He nodded. “I’m sorry for assuming, too.” he whispered your name so reverently, like you were his final grace. “From now on, I will put more effort into responding to you. You have always been my priority, but now I’m going to show you, not tell you.”
“Thank you,” you replied.
“Please,” he held you a little tighter, “Please, please tell me immediately when you feel like this. When you feel any ounce of discomfort at all. Please don’t let it fester.”
You nodded. “I will.”
“Promise?” His hands squeezed your waist gently.
“I promise,” you squeezed his shoulders.
Jason let out a slow breath softly. “Thank you.”
You both went quiet again. The air was finally eased of the ache and soft with your rekindled promises.
You rubbed his shoulders, awkwardness finding its familiar place back in your bones. “I’m sorry for ruining the moment.”
“Don’t be. I would rather you do that than be in discomfort and spiraling when I make love to you,” Jason shook his head. “I know how you said that you needed to be in the right headspace for sex to feel good for you. I’m terrified of ever making you feel discomfort.”
You hugged Jason, squeezing him tightly to you. Jason wrapped his arms completely around you, pressing his face against your stomach. He kissed you over your shirt and exhaled deeply.
“I missed you,” you said.
“I missed you, too,” Jason replied. He loosened his hold slightly and looked up at you. “I missed you so much. It’s been absolute hell without you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He nodded. “Can I kiss you now, or is social distancing still mandated between us?” He smiled.
“I don’t think there was any social distancing when you decided to fuck me so hard after my work presentation,” you smiled.
“Oh yeah,” he hummed. “I did do that.” Jason only smiled smugly, his hands traveling to the hem of your shirt. His fingers began to dance along your skin. “Well, I figured I had to reward my darling for doing so well at your presentation.”
“Uh huh…” you raised an eyebrow. “You were turned on by me being all ‘professor’ with you?”
“Would you hate me if I said ‘yes’?” Jason slipped his hand under your shirt, slowly crawling up along your spine.
“Freak.”
“You made me this way, darling,” Jason purred.
“I am a little proud of that,” You laughed, breaking off in a soft moan when his fingers dragged down your back.
“Of course you’d be,” Jason smirked, “My dirty girl,” He kissed your chest before he undid your bra with one hand.
You shrugged it off and tossed it aside as he lifted your shirt. Jason kissed your breasts reverently before he kissed where your heart was. He looked up at you from under his lashes before moving his mouth to your nipples.
He poked his tongue out and gave a tentative lick. When you shuddered, breaking into a breathless moan, Jason opened his mouth and latched onto your nipple, sucking at the bud while rolling his tongue around it.
Your legs trembled as pleasure washed over your body. You whined, slotting your fingers in his hair and pulling gently.
Jason pulled back and you nearly protested when he undid your skirt, letting it fall to the ground. He dragged his hands up your thighs before sliding over your panties. He easily cupped your aching pussy in one hand and began to roll your clit under his thumb. He watched as you squirmed from the feeling of his hands on you, his calloused palms scratching you and melting your brain into pleasure.
“You like my hands a lot, don’t you, princess?” He smiled. He already knew the answer to that. He just liked hearing you say it.
“Yeah,” You choked in a breathless gasp. “I do.”
He hummed, the sound low and deep from his chest. “Let me show my princess how much I want her. How much I need her and her pretty little pussy,” Jason pressed his thumb harder, making you tremble in his arms.
“Let me show you how much I mean it when I say that you are the only one I need.” Jason said.
He rubbed his fingers along the dampening gusset of your panties, lazily circling his thumb around your clit, applying the right amount of pressure to work you up but not enough to get you to come. The pleasure began to dully pulse through your entire body.
You broke into soft whimpers and tried to stay still for him to deal out his treatment. But he was stubbornly refusing to go faster or harder, or for fuck’s sake, just fuck you rough like the way you wanted him to.
You rolled your hips tentatively against his hand when he suddenly stopped. You whined loudly and grabbed his hair a little harshly. “Why’d you stop?” You grumbled.
“What do you want, princess?” Jason asked. “Why don’t you say what you really want? I’ll give it all to you if you just say ‘please’.”
You huffed but realized that he wasn’t budging. You tried to move your hips but he only withdrew his hand and massaged your thigh.
“Fuck, Jason,” you hissed, feeling a little petty from him teasing you. You grabbed his hair harder and tugged slightly, looking down at him with a frown. Jason groaned softly at the sensation, his eyes darkening slightly.
“I want you to fuck me like I’m the only person you ever wanted and will ever want. I don’t want you to hold back at all. I want you to use me. I want you to prove to me that you’re mine.”
You let your possessiveness slip. You let the ugliness rear its head again slightly.
But that was quickly snuffed out when you saw Jason’s lips pull back in that dangerous smirk. The same dangerous smirk that told you he was not going to play fair and leave you begging and crying for him. His canine glinted in the dull light of his apartment as he tilted his head, looking at you from under his lashes.
“You’re missing the magic word, princess.” He hummed in a dangerously low note.
Your stomach fluttered as the wanton pleasure took over. You pulled his head closer by his hair, careful not to hurt him too badly.
“Please.”
And with that word, Jason hoisted you up. You yelped, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he carried you to the bedroom.
He unceremoniously dumped you on his bed and yanked your panties clean off of you before you could even recalibrate about where you were.
Jason ripped his shirt off over his head before shoving your legs apart, leaving your pussy completely bare for him to admire.
You instinctively tried to cover yourself because of how flustered you got under his intense inspection.
He swatted at your hands and tutted, clicking his tongue against his teeth. “Move your hands,” He ordered.
You obediently moved them away and clung to your shirt for dear life as Jason kept staring at your increasingly wet pussy.
You squirmed under his gaze, but Jason only wrenched your thighs open more. He bent down and looked up at you, holding eye contact as he dragged his tongue up along your slit.
A broken moan escaped you, and you tried to close your legs, but his giant hands easily pinned you open.
Jason licked you again and drew out a louder moan when he rolled his tongue around your aching clit. He flicked his tongue several times over your clit and watched intensely as you tried to shy away from his gaze.
“You look away from me, and I won’t let you come at all tonight, princess,” Jason warned. He said that with absolute certainty. And you were a fool to doubt his words again.
“Keep your eyes on me. If at any point you try to hide your face, your moans, or from me, I will stop immediately and not let you come until tomorrow night.”
Dread filled you at the thought of being left so high and dry by Jason. The intensity of his dark gaze told you that he was not joking around a bit.
“Okay,” you nodded.
“Good girl,” he cooed.
You melted under his praise and let him get back to his work.
Jason ran his fingers up and down your soaking pussy before he pushed two fingers in immediately to the knuckles. You arched your back as a strangled moan ripped from you. Being stretched open so suddenly short-circuited your brain, and you gave into the pleasure he was administering to you.
He wrapped his lips around your clit and lazily dragged his tongue up and down the bud, drinking in the way that you were squirming on his fingers. You couldn’t look away, too captivated by what he was doing to you so easily.
He curled his fingers, digging his calloused fingertips into the soft spot inside you. You shuddered, a loud moan and nearly tore holes in your shirt to fight yourself from hiding your moans or your face. Louder and whinier moans began to tumble from your lips as his fingers moved faster.
But it still wasn’t at the pace or the pressure that you’d be able to come from.
“Jason,” You whined.
“Hm?” He hummed around your clit, sending electrifying bursts of pleasure through your veins. “Use your words, baby,” He unlatched from your clit and kissed your inner thigh. “What do you want?”
“Please, can I come?” You whimpered, “Please, I wanna come.”
“Aw, baby…” Jason cooed. He sped up his fingers, finally curling his fingers into you and digging into your sweet spot. “You are so cute.”
You broke into louder moans and arched your back for him to easily access that spot. Your head began to fog up with pleasure, your mind melting into a singular thought of how good he was making you feel.
Just as the pleasure built up to its peak, just as you were about to snap under the molten pleasure singing through your veins, Jason stopped.
You cried loudly and huffed as he pulled his hand away. “Why’d you stop?” You cried again.
Jason ignored you as he licked his fingers clean. He moaned from the taste of your slick on his tongue.
“Not yet,” he said. “I want to edge you. You don’t get to come just yet until I’ve had my fill.”
“Well, you still haven’t kissed me yet,” you pouted, breathing heavily.
Jason smiled, his lips still shiny with your slick. “Well, forgive me, princess, for my neglect.” He caught your lips in a heated kiss and you pulled him closer, moaning from the taste of yourself on his tongue.
You forgot how incredible it felt to kiss Jason, and you weren’t the only one being lost in the pleasure.
Jason was kissing you like you were his breath on this forsaken planet. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer to you. You moaned wantonly with each kiss.
His hands moved up and down your body, mapping out your curves as if he was trying to memorize every detail of your body.
He slipped between your thighs again and easily pushed his fingers inside you. You cried out, still locked against his lips.
Jason began to finger you fast and hard, bringing you quickly up to your climax. Your head began to spin wildly from the overwhelming and sudden burst of pleasure. You whined louder in his mouth and just as you were about to come, he pulled his fingers out.
You clawed at his shoulders in protest and whined your complaints loudly. “Please, please, please, can I come?” You babbled.
“Not yet,” he tutted.
You huffed and were about to complain again when he kissed you harder. He got you to slowly come down from the dizzying high before he plunged his fingers in you again, administering his thumb on your clit.
You broke from his lips as more desperate moans poured from you. He let you buck your hips helplessly on his hand, watching you intently as you tried to get off. And then cruelly pulled his fingers away.
You nearly screamed from his torture, tears welling up in your eyes as you looked at him.
“You’re not playing fair!” You sniffled. “You’re not being fair, Jason! I just want to come!”
“Then you’re going to come on my cock like a good girl,” Jason demanded.
You nodded, too pent up to debate how you wanted to play with him. “Please, I want to come on your cock. Please.”
“You’re such a dirty girl,” Jason smirked. “You’re my dirty girl. My girl,” he bent down and kissed you.
You clung to him as you eagerly kissed him back.
He pulled your shirt off before moving on to undoing his belt. He shoved his pants off, throwing them onto a nearby chair. Jason got up and went to his drawer, grabbing a condom.
You lie in bed, waiting for him patiently, the pleasure still dully pumping through your body.
Jason rolled a condom over his thick cock and then rejoined you on his bed. He guided you onto your hands and knees. You arched your back and pressed your chest against his mattress.
“You ready?” He asked, sounding rather breathless. He dragged his cock up and down your pussy, pushing your folds open more. You whined and pushed back on his cock.
“Please, Jason. I want you,” You moaned.
“Hold still for me, baby.” Jason placed a hand on your back, keeping you arched for him. You stilled and let him guide his cock inside you. Your breath caught when you felt the thick head pushing inside you. You choked on another gasp when he pushed inside you, the thick girth of his cock forcing you open.
You lie there trying to catch your breath and not squirm too much. You clawed at his sheets, still not used to how dizzying it felt when he was buried inside you.
Jason pulled back slightly and then pushed back in. His cock began to grind against your sweet spots, drawing out more desperate moans from you. You were already too pent up and so wet from him refusing to let you come that you nearly crashed hard into your climax.
Your helpless moans echoed loudly around his room, and if you had half a mind left, you’d be worried for his neighbors calling the cops on Jason. But you didn’t care, not when Jason’s deliciously sinful cock was pounding so hard and deep inside you.
The mushroomed tip of his cock was hammering hard against your sweet spot, forcing more pathetic sounds from you. The air was punctuated with your needy moans.
Just as you were about to come, clawing at the sheets and moaning even more pathetically than before, Jason stopped.
You screamed in frustration and kicked his thighs with your heels. “Please, Jason! Please, please, please, I want to come so bad!” You sobbed. “I wanna come, please, I’ll be good! I wanna come!” You shamelessly wailed.
“I know, honey, I know,” Jason panted, sounding just as desperate as you. He kissed the top of your head as you trembled under him, still desperately whimpering. “Just a little bit more, okay? Just a little bit more.”
You sobbed in desperation but nodded. “Please, I’ll be good.”
“You are, princess. You’re such a good girl. You’re my good girl,” Jason panted. Just as you thought he was going to continue, he pulled out.
You didn’t get to protest when he moved you onto your back. You looked up at him and watched as he pulled your legs against his chest, hooking your ankles on his shoulders.
He dragged his cock between your slick pussy and pushed his cock back inside you. A loud moan shattered from your lips as he filled you back up again.
Jason hooked your legs over his elbows, bending you in a deep mating press. Your mind completely melted. You reflexively covered your face when he groaned.
“No, no, no.” He let go of your legs, but kept you bent by pressing his body down more on you. He grabbed your wrists in one of his hands and held your jaw with the other, forcing you to look at him. “You look away, you don’t get to come. And you and I don’t want that to happen tonight.”
You nodded, squirming under him to try to get him to move.
“Eyes on me. You only get to come if you keep your eyes on me,” Jason rolled his hips and thrusted in you.
You moaned, but he squeezed your face.
“Let me hear you say it.”
“Yes, yes, I will! I’ll look at you!” You cried out.
“Good. Because you’re the only one I want to look at,” He began to thrust faster, still not letting go of your hands or your face. “The only one I want. The only one for me. There is no one else. No one.”
You cried out louder than when you were on your hands and knees. His cock was grinding so much harder and faster against your sweet spot. He was staring so intensely at you and refusing to let you budge from under him, forcing you to take the pleasure scalding through your veins. You didn’t last very long, breaking into breathless sobs.
“Jason, please, please, can I come? Can I come now? I wanna come!” You sobbed.
Jason panted harshly but nodded, the wetness of your hips connecting echoing through the thick air of his bedroom.
“Come for me. Come on my cock, princess.”
You screamed loudly as your orgasm crashed through you, your mind completely blanking, flooding with stars as you came. Your cunt squeezed around his cock, clenching around him hard.
“Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna come! I’m coming too!” Jason cried. He gave a few deep thrusts before he came in the condom. His eyes fluttered closed as his hips bucked a few times against yours.
You both lay there, breathing heavily as you came down from your high.
Jason let go of your wrists, but you didn’t bring your arms down yet.
He pulled out carefully and pinched his condom off. “Fuuck, princess. You made me come so much. Look,” He tied off the condom and showed you the rubber, shining with your cum.
You blushed from embarrassment and tucked your face into your elbow. “Ah, geez…”
“Ah, geez…” he laughed softly before tossing the condom into the trash bin next to his bed. “How romantic.”
“What can I say?” You smiled tiredly, “I’m such a romantic.”
“You are,” Jason said. But it wasn’t laced with sarcasm. He laid on the bed next to you, pulling you close in a hug. You curled into him, running your hands over his chest, still flushed and shiny with his sweat.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
You nodded. “Yeah. That felt really good.”
“Good. I’m glad,” Jason kissed your forehead, not minding the sweat that beaded there. He kissed your face all over until he met your lips again. “I love you.”
The doubt never crept back in your mind. You basked in his embrace and his love.
“I love you too,” you replied and kissed him back.
You both lay there as comfortable silence took over the apartment.
I’m taking a break to focus on school. I already feel burnt out and I’m barely two weeks in. It’s my final semester of undergrad, so I have to lock in.
MDNI! This is my original work. Please do not post to another site or to AI. Thank you and happy reading!
Summary: Gotham Knights!Jason gets a little saucy talking to his darling 'coworker'.
TW/Tags: Fluff, banter, humor; dirty humor and banter; Gotham Knights!Jason; GN!Reader but Jason does call you 'babygirl'; Original character 'Sam LeGrieve'; Amanda Waller mention; GN!Reader implied to have worked with Waller
A/N: I miss Derek Morgan and Penelope Garcia. And I miss my Gotham Knights era. That version of Jason Todd will still be my favorite. Also the title is a reference to that famous clip of Penelope saying that to Strauss. I wrote this a while ago and saw 'Sam LeGrieve' and can't recall if he's an OC or a DC character... Waller is mentioned but she's not in the game.
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my shayla!!
“I can’t seem to find anything else about LeGrieve. And Harley’s not talking due to some “patient” confidentiality,” Babs sighed deeply.
“I got it,” Jason said before dialing a number on his phone. He held it up, the sound of the line ringing filled the room.
“Hello~?” the voice on the other side purred.
“Babygirl, I need you to verify something for me,” Jason said instantly.
“Whatchu got for me, big boy?” you asked.
“Do you, by chance, know a Sam LaGrieve?”
“Dr. Sam LeGrieve was the psychiatrist for the Suicide Squad. He monitored Amanda Waller’s crew of mercs, vigilantes, and agents, and made sure they stayed in line as well as kept their sanity in check. But no, I don’t know him personally, I didn’t work long enough for her to get introduced to the guy. Why?”
“It seems like he’s got some intel on everyone that worked for her. Including you,” Jason replied.
“Hm. I’m not surprised. Waller’s a sociopath. Balls to the walls crazy for her agenda. And you thought Ra’s was bad? I raise you one Amanda Waller. But! There’s nothing interesting in my file, sweets. If you want my dirty, dirty secrets that will require some extensive poking and prodding.”
“Oh, you know I’m good for that,” Jason cracked a smile, earning a velvety laugh from you on the other end.
“Oh, of course, you are, you sexy hunk of hotness. You’re too damn good at it,” you tittered. “Anything else you want to know about LaGrieve?”
“Do you have any intel on him?” he asked.
“Me?” You gasped. “I am an upstanding citizen of the law! Of course, I have the dirtiest secrets on Waller’s little mole for you! I got his kinks, shoe size, blood work, and nail file brand, I can tell you everything about him and then some.”
“Send it my way, mama.”
“You didn’t say ‘please’, handsome. I’m wagging my finger at you,” you scoffed.
He rolled his eyes, “You always love a good finger waggin’.”
You laughed and then a beep on his phone notified him of the giant file you just sent.
“Love ya, mama.”
“Get in line,” You laughed and then hung up.
Jason checked his phone and opened up the file. Sure enough, everything about LeGrieve’s was on his screen. He looked up to see Babs, Dick, and Tim staring at him with either amused smiles or horrified expressions.
“What?” Jason asked.
“Is that how you talk with your coworkers?” Dick crossed his arms.
Jason frowned. “No? It’s just them.”
“Riiight,” Babs drawled. “It’s ‘just’ them.”
“Please never speak in front of me again,” Tim shuddered. “I heard too much in too little time.”
Babs laughed loudly while Jason’s face bloomed cherry red.
This is my original work. Please do not post to another site or to AI. Thank you and happy reading!
Summary: American badger!Jason is very possessive of his favorite conservationist, GN!Reader.
TW/Tags: Fluff; GN!Reader; American badger!Jason.
A/N: Happy belated New Years! Starting off 2026 with a little writing. I think Jason Todd would be either an American badger or a big mastiff.
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“So cute!” you squished his cheeks before gently rolling the fat in your hands. “You’re so cute, it makes me want to just eat you.”
“Well that’s not very nice,” he pouted. You kissed his forehead and he melted back into a smile. He curled closer to you and sighed when your nails ran through his coarse hair again. You gave him another kiss and when he tilted his face up to you, you dotted his entire face with kisses.
Jason made a low growling sound and bared his teeth at you, only for you to kiss his opened mouth, pressing your lips very quickly to his sharp teeth. He blinked quickly and licked his teeth and lips in surprise. You smiled at him before getting attacked by kisses all over your face and neck, laughing when Jason burrowed his face into the crook of your neck just to kiss your pulse point.
“Hey,” Babs leaned on the fence as she looked into the enclosure. “I think it’s time for—”
Jason’s hair stood up on end and he held onto your shirt tighter. His growl got louder the longer Babs stood there. His bared teeth were gleaming at her.
Babs looked at him carefully before looking at you.
You gave an apologetic smile and tried to soothe Jason.
Babs sighed and shook her head. “Jason…”
“Go away!” Jason hissed, hugging you even tighter, his chest puffing up. “My turn isn’t over yet!”
“She’s just cuddling with you? Dick needs his—” Babs tried. Jason glowered at her harder and Babs shook her head again. “Fine! I’ll get Montoya to help.”
“Sorry, Babs,” You squeaked from under Jason’s biceps. Babs just gave you an amused smile and left.
Jason finally tempered down and curled on top of you again, nestling his body even closer to yours.
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Summary: Zayne can get a little overboard showing you his love
TW/Tags: Fluff; GN!Reader; Lover boy!Zayne
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“Hello.” the flower bouquet said.
Your eyes darted at the long legs and the giant flower bouquet in front of your doorway. It was like the entire floral shop grew legs and knocked on your door.
“Hi?” You snorted a laugh. “What’s uh…" you leaned a little to the side to see if you could find the human hiding behind the flowers. You couldn’t. “I didn’t know flowers could talk. And I definitely didn’t know they sounded like my boyfriend.”
“That’s because I am your boyfriend. I uh…” the wrapper crinkled as he shuffled to the side. Zayne smiled at you, “Hi.”
“Hi,” you giggled. “Did you buy an entire floral shop?”
“I bought all of your favorite flowers. The original bouquet was too small, so I—”
“Bought their entire stock of just my favorites?”
“Yes,” Zayne said, sounding way too proud of himself.
“Did I forget an anniversary of ours? I don’t recall doing anything to deserve this,” you leaned against your doorway, crossing your arms.
“Well, today would be the anniversary of the first time you head butted me when you tried to kiss me,” Zayne said.
“And you decided to give me flowers?” You scoffed lightly. “Heaven forbid I accidentally punch you.”
“We can arrange that—”
“Zayne!”
He laughed and lowered the bouquet. His eyes were the only thing popping up over the flowers. “I just felt like getting you flowers. You said you wanted to decorate your apartment.”
“Ah, yes, instead of cutesy decor, I’ve gone to floral shop decor.”
“I can return these if you don’t like them.”
You grabbed the flowers from Zayne and glared at him. “No! These are mine! And they're mine forever! What kind of partner would I be if I didn’t accept my boyfriend’s gifts?! That’s scandalous! That’s a war crime!”
Zayne just laughed again as you shuffled your way back into your apartment. The flowers bobbed with each step you took. He helped you separate the flowers into smaller vases and when you ran out, he found some old cups and bottles.
“Now I need to figure out how to bake a giant macaron,” you fluffed up the flowers in one vase, turning them to face the sun. “I can’t be outdone by you.”
“Only one?”
“One giant macaron. Don’t be greedy,” you glared at him over your shoulder. “Or else I’ll make it a microscopic size.”
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Summary: GN!Reader and Male Multi-Character experience the first snow.
TW/Tags: Fluff; GN!Reader; Scrooge/Grinch! Male Character; Male Multi-Character is smitten with you
Separated!Multi-Character x Reader
Characters: LADs!Sylus, LADs!Xavier, LADs!Zayne, LADs!Caleb, LADs!Rafayel, JJK!Gojo Satoru, JJK!Nanami Kento, Timeskip!Oikawa Tooru, Timeskip!Kuroo Tetsurou, Timeskip! Akaashi Keiji, Obey Me!Mammon, Obey Me!Asmodeus, Jason Todd, AK!Jason Todd, Dick Grayson
A/N: Happy holidays to everyone who celebrates!
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“It’s so cold,” He said through clenched teeth.
He was so tense against the cold that his bones began to ache. The slightest wind made him nearly claw his skin off from how it leeched under his coat, hat, and gloves.
He really didn’t like being cold. He wasn’t a fan of it in the slightest. By extension, that meant he wasn’t a fan of winter or Christmas.
“It’s snowing, though!” You exclaimed.
You were the opposite of him. You were so excited about the weather getting colder, and when you heard the possibility of snow, you were ecstatic, unable to sit still in your seat without looking out the window to see if snow had fallen.
Now, on your walk home, it seems your prayers were answered.
And he was in for a new round of gritting his teeth against the sharp winds.
“Yeah, it is,” he grumbled. He couldn’t feel his face, needing to wrinkle his nose just to make sure it was intact. “It’s cold.”
“But isn’t it pretty?” You looked at him, your face beaming with a bright smile.
His heart skipped in his chest, and his breath caught, trapped in his throat and held by the thick maroon scarf around his neck. His bones stopped aching, and his shoulders dropped.
Your eyes squished up into happy crescents. Your cheeks and nose were decorated with the finest snowflakes, gently kissed by the incoming storm. Your gloved hands were spread out in front of you to catch the snowflakes fluttering all around you both. It looked like you were holding out your hand for him to take.
Some of the snow stuck to your hat and looked like a crown of twinkling stars in the night sky.
“Pretty…” he whispered, his voice leaving as a thin cloud of vapor.
You looked up at the glaringly bright sky. It hurt to even try to look up, but you did it so easily. You caught more snow in your hat and on your hands. Your cheeks and nose were also dotted with the snowflakes before they melted against your skin.
You looked back at him and still wore your brilliant smile before you skipped back to him, looping your arms around his. “Come on! There’s a new bookstore I want to show you! They’ve got a cafe in it. It’ll warm you right up!”
He didn’t feel as cold anymore. And he wouldn’t need the cafe to keep him warm.
You holding onto him and smiling so pretty was more than enough.
He let you take him there, not concerned about the numbness of his face in the cold.
I am going to assume you’re the same anon who accused me of plagiarizing stuff previously in my inbox.
You don’t need to hide yourself to confront me with this accusation. I’m more than happy to discuss it in a civilized manner.
All my works are originally made by me. Any similarities are because I use tropes and stories I was inspired by but made my own. That’s the point of fanfiction. I even dare to say some of my works are fanfictions of other people’s fanfictions.
If you are concerned about what has been plagiarized, let me know with clear receipts and detail so I can act accordingly and delete my work that has plagiarism or erase it. And I will make it more original and catered to my style than it was.
But as it stands, I didn’t plagiarize anything. And you have not given me evidence, only accusing me behind anonymity.
As for your question of “how does it feel to be a liar?”
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Summary: Vampire!Jason Todd feeds on GN!Reader. Angst central, no comfort
TW/Tags: GN!Reader; angst no comfort; Vampire!Jason Todd, Vampire!Red Hood; DCU Vampires; GN!Reader has lore about being murdered by their mother and coming back to life; blood mentioned; implied torture by Vampire King!Dick; implied romantic feelings/pre-relationship between GN!Reader and Vampire!Jason Todd.
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You lay prone on the bed as he withdrew. The tears brimming on the edge of your lashes became too much. Your brows knit tightly, doing your damndest to keep yourself quiet. You couldn’t afford to show weakness. To give anyone a reason to cast you out to the apocalypse out there.
But it was too much.
A heaving sob broke from you, and you curled tight away from him. The very same person you’d run to when you needed the most help. He was your anchor, your light in the dark. And now it is all gone.
You pulled yourself away from him when you felt his hands circle yours again. A pinched whimper of your begging him to leave you alone tumbled from your chapped lips.
It was too soft. It was much like the times you held one another before all this, but it was all wrong. He was so cold, and his teeth were too sharp. His ledger was a shade darker in its crimson.
You cried harder when he pulled you back to him, trapping you to his chest. You weakly hit your fists against his muscled body, your tears falling harder and faster. Your head was still spinning from the blood loss, but now it was hurting from your uncontrollable crying.
He wasn’t your Jason. Not anymore. His Red Hood persona, meant to bring a bloody comfort of justice, was nothing but a symbol of fear for you.
He was The General. The Vampire King’s right-hand man. He didn’t have his heart anymore.
You broke into another whimper when he held you tight to his body, just like he had before when you needed comfort. Naturally, you tucked your face into the crook of his neck. For a small moment, you let yourself be comforted by his giant hands holding yours.
But it was mechanical. You both were being watched.
You were always being watched.
You stopped crying long enough for him to feign some comfort. He dried your tears, gave you a small hug, and then left when he tucked you into bed.
When you heard the bedroom door latch shut, you turned your head and pressed them into the pillows, where you broke again. You shuddered in a small breath before it left you in wracking sobs, muffled by the pillow you clung to like a lifeline.
You were drowning in your own tears. You began to cry for your mom, softly whimpering that you wanted your mom. If you’d drowned a little more in that tub, maybe you wouldn’t have to be stuck as a piece of flesh in this room.
You cried for Jason, dreaming that he’d come bursting through the window or the door in his former glory and sweep you away like those princesses in the stories you read together.
You didn’t realize that you hadn’t heard any receding footsteps. That he was still right outside.
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Jason listened to your crying. Even if his heart wasn’t beating any longer, hearing you in such distress made it ache again. It twisted tightly in his chest when he heard you calling out for your mom.
“I want my mom…” you hiccuped. “I want my mom…”
He’d hurt you so bad that you was calling for the very woman who killed you.
Jason nearly walked away, ready to drive a stake deep into Dick’s chest, when he heard his name.
“Jason… Jason, I need you…”
Jason reached for the door handle again. He wasn’t the Jason you was asking for. His hands were cold and too stiff to hold yours.
The warmth of your skin when he held you to feed or when he held you tonight, trying to offer comfort, was a taunting reminder that he’d never really feel it again. Every chance he had to hold you, he knew, was just a twisted reenactment of what you both had been. Now, when he touched you, you had fear laced deep within your eyes.
You’d never looked at him like that before. Not even when he just crawled out of Arkham, his fingers still broken and bleeding and his hands stained in the blood of criminals, back to you. He dug himself from his grave back to you, and you welcomed him with a warm embrace.
Jason wanted to go back in there to help you stop hurting so badly. He wanted to dry your tears, to hold you until the pain was over.
He wanted to kiss you. He should have kissed you that night.
You had clung to him, demanding that he come back okay. You tearfully looked up at him, your hands twisting into his armor as you begged him to come home when it was over, when the Vampire King was vanquished. And he swore he would. No matter how far he’d crawl back on his hands and feet again, he’d crawl home to you.
Jason wanted to seal that promise with a kiss. His lips would cling to yours to seal the oath and quell your fears, satiating your desires.
But now his lips touched you when he needed to feed from you.
He let go of the knob when he heard your staggered breathing eventually even out. You was sleeping fitfully tonight. Just like every night before this. He rested his forehead against the door, silently pleading for your forgiveness when he’d been the one to leave those twisted marks on your body. He squeezed his eyes shut to force back his own grief, though a small amount clung wetly to his lashes.
Jason didn’t care if the Vampire King was watching him or not.
He already knew how much you meant to Jason. There was no point in pretending Jason still wasn’t in love with you. He’d use you as a tool to get Jason to prove his worth, to spill the blood of those who opposed him before. The King kept you in that cell for a week before dragging you, weakened, battered, and bruised, out into the light for Jason.
But there was no rush to hold each other in your arms. He only held you to drink your blood.
But it was right at the time that Jason was starving. He had avoided feeding long enough, but when he finally saw you again for the first time since he came home, twisted from the man he once was.
Jason was near ravenous for nothing but blood. He couldn’t even whisper an apology before sinking his teeth into your skin, hearing your scream.
Jason no longer needed to sleep, but that scream he had forced out of you would keep him up for eternity.
The taste of your blood nearly made Jason ascend. You were so sweet like chocolate. Tears ran down your face and Jason knew some of his own tears were stained in your tattered shirt as well.
The King was using you as a way to keep his foot on Jason’s neck. If he wanted you alive, he’d have to obey the King.
Jason’s hand curled tight into a fist.
He was going to kill the Vampire King. His blood would be the very last that Jason would spill.
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Summary: The story of how GN!Reader and Dick met and fell in love. GN!Reader is down bad for Dick and keeps a journal of their filthy desires but their boyfriend Dick finds it.
TW/Tags: GN!Reader; smut, just pure filth; fluff and lovey-doveiness from Dick and GN!Reader; Dick is just as filthy and down bad
A/N: I wrote this in one sitting, there is not as much plot as I wanted... but it's done :3.
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You’ve never really had a high sex drive. Especially with the way you’ve seen how crazy and toxic other relationships can get, you felt more turned off by the idea of sex as you continued on about your life. You avoided that aspect of relationships for most of your life and kept things strictly romantic or platonic, depending on how the situation was.
That was until you met Dick Grayson.
It wasn’t like he was some sort of sex fiend or god that miraculously changed your mind in a single night, like how many male leads in shitty romcoms portrayed themselves capable of doing.
It was more about how he treated you as a person that drew you to him. He was beyond gentlemanly and fiercely protective of the people he cared about. And you just so happened to be one of them. He was loyal, never letting you doubt where you stood with him, and he never let you feel like you were lost in the fray of his work.
Your relationship bloomed from a rather unconventional friendship, and the progression blurred for you. All you remembered was the beginning and the current state of your relationship.
It was sort of an accident finding Dick Greyson. You were on your way home from work when a man in black and blue tights fell from the sky and landed with a very unflattering splat in front of you. You recognized him just from the color scheme.
Nightwing.
You, being an upstanding citizen of Bludhaven, helped the masked vigilante up and dragged him, very unceremoniously, like you would a giant Maine Coon left in the rain, back to your apartment. You patched up the vigilante, rolling your eyes or giving him an unamused glare when he’d try to wink with his black eye and smirk with his busted lip.
You still have no idea what caused Nightwing to appear in front of you in his real identity and holding a giant bouquet of red roses, a few weeks after he healed. Maybe it was the concussion. He’d only laugh when you’d bring it up while snuggling with him on the couch before he’d kiss your forehead. “Love is a concussion, baby.”
You were immediately worried about the safety of Bludhaven.
You had no idea when he fell for you, and to be honest, you had no idea when you began to fall for him. It felt like it just… happened. It was so natural, falling for Dick. He was a constant in your life, and he never once made you feel unsafe or unloved.
You just kept being yourself around him. Still attentive, still caring, still sarcastically quipping back at his really cheesy pick-up lines, it was now, in addition to making a little more room for the giant vigilante who refused to go on patrol until he got his mandatory cuddling session.
It was also in addition to tending to his wounds and trying to ignore the overly tender way he was watching you as you worked. It was also you sitting by the window, curled up in your favorite hoodie, that you refused to admit was Dick Grayson’s, and waiting for him to come back home. It was also him carrying you back to bed when he didn’t have any serious injuries and curling around you to sleep. You always woke up when he had really bad injuries; it was like a second tell for you now. He couldn’t hide it if he tried. It was him reading all of the books you left out to start conversations with you.
It was also you waking him up when he had a particularly bad night and couldn’t sleep, holding him as he tried to catch his breath. It was also you telling him all of your secrets, secrets you thought were dark and shameful to bear, and yet he held you like it was something precious.
With all these new adjustments to your life, it was no surprise you’d both cross the line of being friends.
Dick Grayson was the most devoted lover you’ve ever met. He never asked you more than you were ready to give him, and with him saving the lives of countless others, you never tried to demand more time than he could give you.
You fell more and more in love with Dick as the days went on. He was beginning to evoke deeper feelings in you than you could imagine. And you were usually very open with Dick about how you were feeling, but these feelings…
You thought Dick was beyond pretty. He was so handsome, and it only amplified because of how unbelievably kind he was, that you were fighting the urge to gnaw on his chiseled muscles. You finally knew what cuteness aggression was and you felt like you needed to be sprayed like a cat for misbehaving.
You felt like you were a dog in heat and needed to be put down urgently. You felt like you were foaming at the mouth, just wanting to hold his hand. You were so down bad for Dick, and you don’t know how to make it stop.
It only made your feral thoughts worse when you finally initiated having sex with him. You figured it wouldn’t hurt to take it a step further with Dick.
Everything you did that night was purely vanilla. Dick didn’t need to do much foreplay to get you all hot and bothered. All he had to do was flash his beautiful smile, and continue to be his tender-hearted self, and you were already spread out on the bed and ready for him.
You were so nervous, but he held your hand the entire time, refusing to let go and even lacing your fingers together so you’d never part. Dick talked to you through the entire ordeal, constantly praising you with his delicious honeyed voice, smiling sweetly at you as you struggled to take all of him. He went so slow, and it led to a magically passionate night.
Every time you had sex after that, Dick held you so closely that you never knew when you ended and where he began. He always made you come at least three times on his tongue, hugging his arms tightly around your waist before he would even slide his cock into you. He was worshipping you like you were some sort of divine god, whimpering praises as he finished inside you.
Dick didn’t like to fuck you. He loved making love to you. And god did you feel loved. You loved how Dick cherished you. You loved how he looked at you like you were the only person in the entire world.
But you wanted more. You wanted him to get nasty with you. Dick may have been as down bad as you given the way he worshipped both in and out of the bedroom, but even then, you felt like storing your feral desires in a journal was safer.
Until he found your journal.
You weren’t being careful. You had written your latest depraved entry and left your journal open on the table when you had to leave to pick up a package.
You didn’t anticipate Dick coming back home and picking up your journal as he would with any of your books, and begin reading.
You froze when you saw Dick holding your journal with his eyes wide open and his face as red as the Red Hood’s helmet.
When he heard you let out a startled sound from his discovery, he looked up at you, and he let out a breathless laugh.
“Richard…” you whispered.
“I didn’t know my darling had such a vulgar imagination,” Dick went around the table and approached you.
You backed up quickly, and your back pressed against the door. Dick towered over you, his face still flushed, and you swore his pupils had turned into glowing hearts.
“Gonna give you something else to write about, baby. Gonna make you feel so good…”
You swallowed thickly, your body burning up startlingly quickly.
Fuck…
And that was how you found yourself trapped in his arms as he ruthlessly took you from behind. You were so lost in the sensation of his dick stuffing you so full that you weren't sure that time it was anymore.
“And I love the way his dick fills me up so much, just digging,” Dick emphasized with a slow and deep roll of his hips.
You squealed into the pillows and your eyes rolled back as the bulbous head of his cock burrowed deeper inside you.
“Deeper inside of me… It’s like he’s trying to carve the shape of his cock inside my body so that nothing else could make me feel good,” Dick panted as he read your journal, propped up right beside your head. “I want him to pound into me,” he pulled back slightly and slammed his hips hard into you, making you scream as pleasure momentarily blinded you. “I want him to fuck me hard and fast with his fat cock,” Dick laughed breathlessly, almost deliriously, as he began to pound his cock in you.
“I want him to fuck me like I am nothing more than his toy to use,” Dick continued reading. He suddenly pulled you up and wrapped his arms around your body. He dragged his tongue up your neck and smiled darkly at the way you shuddered, melting more into his body. “I want him to make me squirt all over and make a complete mess of myself…”
He pushed his hand right over your sex, ignoring your panicked shriek as he began to furiously stroke your swollen sex.
You whimpered, trying to push his hand away, your brain melting into a puddle as the desperation to come nearly swallowed you whole. You couldn’t fight back, your entire body convulsing as you sprayed ropes and ropes of cum all over his pillow and your headboard.
“I’m so scared of telling Dick that I’m addicted to his cock. I don’t want to become some brainless little toy… but I can’t help feeling like a succubus…” Dick whined in your ear, still furiously fucking into you like a rabbit trying to mate.
You just became limp, your head lolling back on his shoulder as you moaned and whined unceasingly.
“But succubus means to ‘lay under’, incubus means to ‘lay on top’, and concubus means to ‘lay on the side’. And Dick said I looked so pretty on top of him and beneath him. I think I’m gonna turn into a nymphomanic because of Dick and his dick.” He cooed in your ear, seemingly uncaring that you were coming again all over his pillow.
“And when he comes home in his Nightwing suit?... Fuck, I want to suck his cock so bad. Hell, I'll even let me fuck him in that fuck-ass discowing suit." Dick scoffed, "Baby, that's my best suit."
"I want him to fuck my face in that suit and come all over my face, marking me as his. I don't even want him to get that washed up. I want him to smother me in his musk, which only gets so much stronger after his patrol and pump my throat full of his cum,” Dick turned the page and kissed your shoulder. “Oh, but my baby will get bruised knees. My pretty little slut will get your knees all hurt,” he pouted.
You nearly came from hearing him call you that, only whining loudly in response as his cock kept pummeling your insides, battering and bruising your sweet spot.
“I want him to pretend like I’m a bad guy and then fuck me as he hates me in that suit as a punishment,” Dick read the line and then giggled before he let go of your sex and pinched your nipples hard. You screamed, and he rewarded you with a solid thrust into your aching hole. Dick became still, just holding you up as you violently trembled in his arms.
“That can be arranged, baby. I even have some cuffs if you wanna be even more naughty,” He let go of your nipples and began to slowly rub circles into your stinging buds with his fingertips. You bucked against his hips when his callouses grinded into your sensitive areolas.
“I want Nightwing to fuck me behind Dick’s back, and I want Dick to get angry about it and punish me. I want him to fuck all my holes and leave me like a little cumslut for any of his alternate identities to use,” Dick tutted, clicking his tongue against his teeth. “Do you want to be my little toy that badly? Hm? You want to get used to and passed around like a little whore to all my personas?”
You cried quietly, your head spinning way too fast and your body way too high-strung with pleasure to even coherently say his name.
“Maybe I should fuck all your holes tonight. I’ll stuff you so full of my cum that you can’t ever wash out the taste,” Dick smiled, kissing your shoulder reverently like he did every night before. As if he hadn’t just said the most arousing thing to you ever. “I’ll fuck you so good that you’ll never be able to walk or sit or stand or even sleep without missing the feeling of my cock in you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby?”
You nodded eagerly, limply grabbing at his thick thighs to urge him to move again. He was literally impaling you on his cock and giving you absolutely no reprieve to come.
“And this was your most recent entry…” Dick flipped a few pages. “Fuck, I love Dick so much. I don’t think I can ever unlove the man, even if I tried. I am forever grateful that he, quite literally, fell from Heaven in front of me. He makes me feel so safe and so loved that it’s sometimes hard to breathe because the love I feel for him is filling up my chest too much,” He hummed and ran his hand over your stomach, gently caressing your skin as your words sank in.
“I don’t want to lose him, but should the day come, I hope to make him feel like he was never unloved in our relationship. And that I love him just as much. I don’t want him to feel like he’s doing all the work all the time. Which is why I try to take the initiative in bed, but it always ends up with him taking over because I’m too tired.”
Your breath caught at the sudden heaviness in the room. Dick slowly pulled out.
He lay you down gently on the bed and spread your legs again. He looked down at you, his eyes no longer the feral lust that drove you both to fuck like rabbits for the past few hours.
He gently smoothed your hair from your face and pressed his forehead against yours.
“You do just as much work as I do, baby. And I really do love it when you take the initiative,” He leaned back a bit and kissed your lips before you could protest. He smiled brightly when you pouted. “But I love doing the work too. I love watching you fall apart from just a single touch of a finger or a single glance. I love watching you come all over my tongue, my fingers, and my cock, and I know it’s because you love me so much that you fall so easily.”
Dick ran his hands up and down your sides soothingly. “I love you so much. I don’t think that getting married is enough to say how much I do. Because I’d want to get married every single day for the rest of my life to you.”
Your eyes welled with tears as he cradled your face. You held onto his wrists and nuzzled into his giant palms.
“I love you so much. And I was so worried I’d scare you with how badly I wanted you. But now that I know that you want me just as badly, and just as vulgarly,” Dick’s teasing smile came back for a brief second. “I know I won’t lose you. And I’m not gonna disappear on you that easily, baby.”
Your chest swelled with that same overwhelming, loving feeling again. You felt like you were going to explode from your happiness.
You pulled him down and kissed him. You wrapped your arms around him and kissed him deeper.
Dick hugged you back and kissed you just as intensely. Your tongues danced sloppily against each other, neither of you refusing to leave even for air.
You let go of one arm to slide him back inside you. Dick caught the hint and began to slowly thrust in you, still not unlocking your lips.
He went slow at first until you whined in his mouth, and he picked up the pace again. Dick angled his hips and nailed your sweet spot head-on, refusing to let you go as you came one last time.
Dick came deep inside, groaning into your mouth. He flooded your insides with his thick cum, his hips canting a few last times as if to fully bury his seed in you.
