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more men should be on their knees begging desperately. like in general
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My vampires CAN walk into the sunlight but doing so would reveal what they would look like if they aged normally
Younger vampires don’t have much to worry about but older vamps have reason to avoid sunlight as they age. They are still immortal, but their aged, sunlit selves are significantly weaker than their non-sunlit forms. Vamps over 100 years old run the risk of crumpling over, fully immobile, but still conscious
3 pm: god, I'm EXHAUSTED. going to bed early for SURE.
midnight: I Have Literally Never Been More Awake And Alert
carmilla had it right. be mysterious. seduce beautiful maidens. put fangs in necks. look at moonlight. god forbid a woman has hobbies.
Jason Todd core
dryhumping sub!jason todd
the only sounds in the quiet safe room are the rubbing of denim and the needy whimpers and incoherent blabbers slipping from jason's lips.
"shit- s'good, soooo good" he says, throwing his head back when he feels you pick up your pace grinding against his painfully hard clothed cock. he's trying his best not to cum, trying his best to be a good boy.
your lips curl into a grin, the sight of him sitting under you, flushed face, glazed-over eyes brimming with tears, and so completely willing just for you sure is an ego booster.
"yeah? you like that?" you coo at him, running your fingers through his slightly damp hair. "bet you've been thinking about this all week..." you tease him, that cruel smirk still playing at your face. of course, he doesn't mind you teasing him.
he nods frantically, anything to agree with you, anything to please you. "yeah! fuuuck- i'm so close, baby" he whines, his hands taking place on your hips, assisting your movements against his.
"jason! no, hands off!" you snap at him, causing his hands to retreat back to the bedsheets just as quickly as he starts apologizing. "m'sorry," he shakes his head, a fat tear falling down his cheek. "m'so sorry baby- i- you just- you feel really really good" he rambles, "been thinking bout' you a lot" he nods, looking up at you to gauge your reaction to his words, making sure you're not too mad at him.
"i know, jay" you reply, not impressed by his apologies. nevertheless, you kiss his forehead and grind down harder on his bulge, earning a panicked whimper from him.
"wait! waitwaitwait m'gna cum- don't do tha-" he's cut off by you kissing him, all teeth and tongue. he moans into the kiss, not embarrassed in the slightest.
you pull back, panting for air. his lips are kiss swollen and pink, and he's looking up at you with pure love, his pupils blown out. "please lemme cum," he begs, nuzzling his cheek against your chest like a puppy. "i've been real good..." he sounds like he's telling himself that more than he's telling you.
your hands rub up and down his chest soothingly, "mhm... i know baby," you purr, "let me know how bad you wanna cum, sweet boy" and you know he's not one to shy away from begging, he'd literally do anything for you.
"i want it so bad- i-" more tears run down his face, evidence of his restraint. "i've been so good, haven't touched you- and- and- i've been a good boy" he breathes out, trying not to focus on the sensation of your hands rubbing up and down his arms, his eyelids fluttering.
he looks pathetic. only you have seen this side of him, all whiny and pussy-whipped, sucking up to you so he can bust a nut.
you nod, "cum for me, jay... you've earned it.." you give him the permission he's been aching for, and he doesn't wait.
he immediately lets out a high-pitched, needy moan of your name, his hands abandoning the bed and flying to your waist to ground himself. he pulses as he splurts hot globs of cum into his boxers, his hips bucking up to your warmth desperately.
you let him ride out his orgasm, blabbering thank you's and hugging you to his chest. you move strands of his hair away from his sweaty forehead, and he looks up at you. "can i make you feel good now?" he asks with those big glossy puppy dog eyes. how could you say no?
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assert your dominance. bite the vampire.
i redrew it + with human skin tones! :)
blank version here!!
premature ejaculation | jason todd x gn!reader
"baby... s'okay" you coo at him, trying to speed up the process a bit.
he's on top of you, his eyes fluttering shut as he relishes in the sensation of you wrapped around his length, taking all of him. he's trying his absolute hardest not to bust right here, especially because he just bottomed out.
"i- i cant-" he takes strangled breaths, shaking his head and letting it fall down to rest on your bare chest. your hand instinctively comes up to meet him, running your fingers through his inky black hair. he leans into the contact.
"jay, im sure you won't cum if you just move a little" you try to bargain with him, the feeling of him just sitting inside you instead of pistoning in and out of you is becoming increasingly frustrating.
he wasn't even gone that long! maybe a month at most. some mission he was dragged away on. not a day went by that he didn't call or text you, going on and on about how much he missed you! how he wished it was your hand instead of his fucking his dick raw every night.
"y-you don't get it, baby..." he licks his lips, looking down at where the two of you are connected, then back up at your impatient face. "i jus- jus missed you so fucking much" he complains, leaning his head down to press soft, gentle kisses to your forehead, your eyelid, the tip of your nose, your cheek, and anywhere else he could reach.
you have to take your bottom lip in between your teeth in order to hold back a smirk. you've never seen him this pathetic.
you experimentally roll your hips against his. he lets out a loud groan, "fuck!" he reaches a hand down to grip your hip hard enough to bruise, his other hand staying at its position on the bed beside your head. "don't fucking- mfph!" he tries not to focus on just how tight and warm and wet you are compared to his hand.
you wince at his iron clutch on your hip. "jason!" you whine, "just move baby, please" you pout, looking up at him through your eyelashes.
he meets your gaze, "angel-" he whimpers, his head falling back down. you don't miss the feeling of wetness against your bare skin. is he seriously crying?
"honey..." you purr, "it's okay, i know you missed me" you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer, making his breath hitch. "you've been so neglected, huh?" you ask patronizingly. he nods.
your sweet, soothing words are enough to make his balls tighten, sending him over the edge. who knew all it took was just a few words to make jason todd cum?
he lets out a soft, muffled moan against your skin as his hips buck into you, spilling warm sticky release deeeep inside of you.
"f-fuck!" he whimpers. he feels overwhelming embarrassment, lifting his head to look at you, tears still falling down his flushed cheeks. "m'sorry honey, m'so sorry" he shakes his head, hand traveling to the back of your head to bring it to rest in his palm.
you can't help but huff a laugh, "don't be sorry..." you speak gently. "we can go again, yeah?"
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Ruin me softly ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪
Pairing: jason todd x female reader.
Synopsis: porn w/o plot. Jason being attentive and showering you with attention and devotion.
Warnings: slight teasing (r receiving), sex, soft dom jason, body worship, nipple play (r receiving), making out, cunnilingus (r receiving), fingering (r receiving). Let me know if I missed anything!
Jason’s lips traveled from your cheek, to the spot under your ear, lingering a bit to take in your perfume and the way you shivered ever so subtly. His hands were warm as the spanned around your waist, thumbs caressing your ribs before tugging off your shirt to reveal your perky breasts held up by a lacy bralette that offered a tantalizing view with the lace and intricate bows.
“Tell me you didn’t stand in front of the mirror wondering what I’d say when I saw you in this.” Jason smirked softly, unable to help himself from being smug and fluster you a bit.
“So what if I did…” You huff halfheartedly at him for his teasing to which he chuckles and lightly pinches your chin to make you face him. Lips brushing against each other, the tips of your noses nudge against the other lightly. “So pretty. My gorgeous girl.” With that, he slowly slips his tongue inside your mouth, kissing you languidly and passionately.
The making out makes you dizzy, unable to do anything but reciprocate and tug him closer by the front of his shirt. It never failed to make him smirk into the kiss.
His fingers expertly pinch the clasp of your bralatte, causing the soft cotton to release your tits from their prison and the next thing you know is you’re gasping as he trails his fingers along your sides and carefully cradle your tits in his palms.
“You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever touched.” He mutters softly and reverently, you think he didn’t mean to say it out loud with how he’s gently kneading each breast and tracing the rosy nipples with his thumbs. You moan softly, immediately he’s obsessed with getting to hear it again. So he lowers his head, pressing a slow and open-mouthed kiss on the valley of your breasts to create anticipation. His mouth is warm on your left breast, he can’t hide the way his stomach flutters when you involuntarily arch your back just enough to push your tits out, how your fingers already threaded into his hair as if preparing for the pleasure you know he’ll bestow upon you.
“Hngh, ah, Jay…” the moan you let out embarrassingly eager, head tipped back as your fingers twisted in his hair— not pulling hard just yet.
He hums softly, closing his mouth on your nipple and allowing his tongue to lap repeatedly around it, against it, back and forth and top to bottom. It wasn’t fast and hard, it was too thorough and deliberate. Almost as if he wanted you soaking wet before he was done with you.
You whimper breathlessly, gasp and twitch, squirm and pull at his hair once he finally lets go of your tit, lavishing the other with the same amount of attention.
Your panties slick and sticking against your cunt by now.
You nearly slump back against the headboard once he’s done and satisfied with the way your nipples were rosy and swollen prettily.
You whine so sweetly against his mouth once he kisses you, unable to resist your needy expression. “Look at you, princess.” He breathed, kissing the corner of your mouth now and speaking against your skin. His hands pushing back your hair to fully admire you beneath him, gaze tracing every inch of skin uncovered until he sees the damp spot on your panties. His cock twitches, his mouth waters, and his eyes darken with desire as he situates you on your back, the silky sheets of his bed comforting against your skin. You looked so angelic in his eyes, sprawled out comfortably on his bed, chest rising and falling with heavy breathes of anticipation, cutely gripping the sheets loosely to brace yourself for his touch.
“Relax for me, legs apart. Good girl.”
You get even more wet. If that’s possible.
“I can smell how much you need me.” He hums, getting comfortable by leaning down, shoulders flat against the sheets and face buried against your sopping wet cunt.
In classic Jason fashion, he places a sloppy open mouthed kiss on the center of the panties— right above the damp spot. He moans at the taste of you, eyes half lidded as he rasped “Fuckin' perfect," before dragging one slow, torturous lick from bottom to top, tongue flat and warm against your slit before sealing his lips around your clit with a muffled groan of satisfaction.
He doesn’t tease for too long; for one, you’re wound up with frustration and two, his impatience is getting to him. He is incapable of resisting tasting you, after all.
Your back arches, one hand grips the pillow above your head while the other tugs at his hair, rewarding you with a groan vibrating against your pussy.
He slides off your ruined panties and throws them behind his shoulder, eagerly returning to his meal like he was starved for months.
His mouth seals over your clit, tongue brushing and slowly flicking the spot under while sucking and releasing the aching bud over and over as though he had all the time in the world. To make matters worse, he was grunting and groaning as if *he* was the one getting his brain melted.
“H-ahhh, fuck… f-feels s’good.” You whimper helplessly, thighs involuntarily cushioning his head when he rubs your clit with his thumb and his tongue devours your folds. He licks up your slit, gathering your wetness before sliding it inside.
Your eyes roll back, pleasure shooting up your spine as he works you over with earnest, deliberate strokes. You feel his digits easily entering you, ribbing your lips at first before they push inside you gently. His lips reunite with your clit, not allowing a moment of rest for the puffy bud.
“This pretty little pussy just never seems to get enough of my mouth, does it?” He asks rhetorically, not expecting an answer and not giving you a chance to answer anyway.
He sets a rhythm; thrust hard and slow, lick up your clit, rub the tips of his fingers against your inner walls, suck your clit into the warmth of his mouth with a bit more force.
Delivering blow after blow, it becomes impossible to form a thought as you push your hips against his face and your walls flutter and you keen— signaling he found your g-spot.
He massages, rubs, caresses the spot with relentless determination while his tongue works your pussy tirelessly.
“Ahngh! C-cumminggg!” You babble and squirt into his mouth with an incoherent cry of his name.
“Yeah? Look at you,” he murmured against your pussy with awe. “taking my fingers *so well*.”
With a firm suck and well timed curl of his digits inside you, he gets you to cum hard enough that you squirt. “You look so pretty when you cum.”
Eagerly, he slurps up every last drop. Licking gently and ensuring he doesn’t waste any of your precious cum. He kisses your inner thighs, tracing the valley of your breasts with his lips, he meets your lips in a tender kiss.
“Mm, you okay?” His hands guide your limp legs off his shoulders and back to the mattress, wrapping one arm around your waist while he cradled the side of your face with the other. He caressed your cheekbone, entirely gone for you. Which was evident in his dilated gaze, the way he softened with you around.
“M’fine, Jay.” You breathlessly answer, turning to nuzzle into his palm, effectively giving Jason a heart attack.
“Love you,” he murmured quietly, leaning in to steal a kiss from your kiss swollen lips. “So fucking much.”
It wasn’t often he got so open that it made your heart ache with tenderness. But when it did happen, you’d cup his face like he was precious and kiss him with twice as much love.
“Love you more.”
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A/N: I stayed up until 6 am to write this. That’s how much I love my readers!! (Ps. I have finals coming up soon and I’ll try to write as much as I can. Pls don’t hesitate to send requests 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯)
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Jason Todd kisses like a starved man.
He starts by pulling you towards him by the waist using both of his hands, pushing your bodies together, leaving no space for air or doubt. His hands are steady and strong, afraid of the thought of you moving just one inch away, afraid of the separation. He wants you near, he needs to feel you.
One of his hands moves from your waist to your back, caressing it like something precious, while the other one moves to let his entire arm hug your waist, trapping you in position.
And while his arms are around you, his beautiful eyes are scanning every single detail on your face. Admiring you like something holy, something unreal. In your eyes you're the most beautiful being that has ever stepped on the planet earth. He gets drunk by the sight of you, and the feeling of having you with him.
And while he’s taking his time worshipping you, your hands move to his chest, rising to his shoulders, and finally ending in the back of his head, with your fingers intertwining with his hair.
It doesn’t matter how much time has passed since you both saw each other—it could be years, it could be months, or it could be just one day—the moment Jason’s lips touch yours he can’t hold back.
You taste the desire and longing in his tongue. The kiss is deep, heated and long. Jason only pulls apart to groan, making your entire body shiver with pleasure.
He needs you to be impossibly closer. He needs your hands touching him all the time. He needs to feel your breath against his skin. He always needs more when it comes to you.
Sometimes—whenever the situation allows it—without stopping, his kisses start lowering towards your neck; lower, your chest; lower, your stomach; lower-
But, when the situation is different—and he can’t have you like he wants to—he’s the one that pulls apart first. His body doesn’t move, he’s still holding you against him. His grip hasn’t loosened. It’s still strong, holding you against him, like he is afraid you might run away, or just vanish into thin air.
He admires you again, but this time with pride. Proud of being the reason your lips are swollen now. Proud of being the one having you.
Jason Todd kisses like a starved man, but only because he’s obsessed with you.
A/N: Don't ask me what this is, I don't even know myself. This is probably the closest you're going to get to smut written by me.
My friend: can I ask you for relationship advice?
Me: *prepares a wheel of fortune where the only two options are "communicate" and "break up"* yeah sure go ahead
*adds a sticky note that reads KILL HIM* to spice things up
Heartbreaking: girl has to get out of bed
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Jason Todd religiously eating your pussy chronicles
He didn’t expect himself to be whipped by it but the first time when he settled between your legs he became addicted.
He became a pussy enthusiast whenever he lapped his soft tounge on your sensitive clit and held your thighs down for him to consume you properly. He starts grunting and letting out whines against your pussy as he devours your soft walls like a man craving to feast.
It drives him wild whenever you clench your thighs around his ears and his nose slightly bumps against your clit . He would let out gentle encouragements for you to pull on his hair while you grind against his tongue.
Extra points if you have a bush this man doesnt care at all he loves caressing the top of your pubic bone as he moans out praises against your pussy ,His absolute favourite part is when he officially made you squirt on his face and it comes unexpectedly
He would just let a breathless chuckle as he smiles at you with praise
“Both of you did a wonderful job”
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First post kinda nervy lol🫡👀