I've been thinking and thinking, trying to pinpoint exactly what it was that got me into monster fucking/loving. Was it something I saw or heard, or did it just spring up all on its own? I've been racking my brain trying to figure it out. And then I realized it was this! This right here:
The garden scene from Dracula (1992)! This came out before I was even born! At the time, I didn't even know the terms 'monster fucker' or 'teratophillia' were even a thing, but I swear, the first time I saw this, I was like, "I gotta have me some of that!"
Something tells me AK!Jason could be pretty much into cuddlefuck
⚠️ cw: softcore smut (⚤)
As long as the sex doesn't trigger his migraines, then absolutely.
He loves the intoxicating smell of you after you're spent: your sweat, your perfume, your pussy.
Loves the sticky warmth of your skin pressed against his as your bodies remain entwined after making love.
Loves the steady beat of your heart against his scarred chest—a coveted reassurance in his world of uncertainty.
Loves the softness of your breast gloved in his disfigured hand. A poignant contradiction you've taught him to ignore.
Loves the hardness of your nipple pressing into his drill-punctured palm, as if seeking the protection his calloused, violence-shaped hand can provide.
Loves how your legs remain locked around the curve of his back, as if you'll never let him go.
Loves how you still hold him deep inside you, even after you reached that apex together and your conjoined euphoria has ebbed away.
Loves how you occasionally press your heels down into his skin, encouraging languid, additional thrusts.
Loves how the wetness of your walls—coated in the cocktail of his seed and your still-flowing juices—engulf his now flaccid cock like a velvet glove.
Loves how you smile up at him, cheeks still flushed with pleasure, eyes still shining with want. His breath catches for a heartbeat as it hits him once again: she wants me, and that overwhelming rush of devotion to you surges up inside him, overtaking him like a tsunami, smothering all of his feelings of inadequacy, leaving him scraped clean. Becoming something new in your gaze.
Loves when you praise him for making you feel amazing once again, loves how your words tickle his belly as prideful butterflies take flight.
Loves to run his nose along the line of your jaw up to your ear, loves to bury his nose behind it and drink in your sweet scent. Loves to retrace his path with his tongue back down to your neck, tasting you until he finds your collarbone, then loves to dip his tongue in the hollow of your throat.
Loves to thread his fingers through your sweat-damp hair, to push stray locks behind your ear before pressing his lips to yours.
Loves when you wrap him up in your arms and hug him tight to your chest until you both drift off to sleep.
Loves that when your bodies are entangled, his nightmares can't seem to find him.
Warning: Babytrapping? Sort of but kind of consensual afterwards?
Jason Todd never thought he'd have a breeding kink: until meeting his situationship. He never even considered it. He was adopted, and blood never mattered to him. After all, his blood relatives threw him on the streets of Gotham without caring if he lived or died. Pregnancy scared his normal brain, but his dick thinks otherwise.
"Fuck, baby."
Jason cursed, his moans filling the previously silent room. He choked out a moan as you wiggled your hips to meet his. Your moans mixed with his the faster he pounds into you.
"So tight, so perfect...Fuck, I want to cum in you."
You whimper under him, rolling your hips to meet his every thrust. The familiar haze of an approaching orgasm was settling in your brain. His nimble fingers rub tight circles around your clit while his mouth closes around one of your breasts, sucking and lightly nibbling.
A loud whine escapes you as you cum around his dick. His grip on your hips only tighten as he fucks you through your first orgasm of the night. You can tell you're in for a very long night by the tension in his body. He needs to fuck all the tension out, and you're more than willing.
"We-we aren't r-ready fo-for a baby."
You try to remind him, suddenly aware of the unopened condom packet on your nightstand. Was he serious?
"Jason Peter Todd, you better not cum inside me!"
He doesn't designate a response. He latches his mouth to your neck with a loud groan. You realise now that he plans to breed you.
You quirk a confused eyebrow up at the gorgeous man pounding into you like no tomorrow. You two weren't even dating officially. It started as a one-night stand after a gala neither of them wanted to be at that developed into a situationship very quickly. Neither of you came into the situation wanting anything serious. Why does he suddenly want to make you pregnant?
"You'll look so gorgeous pregnant with my child."
His dick seemed to harden the more he talks about impregnating you and building a future with you. A flustered whimper escapes your lips as your back arches to meet his chest. The pleasure was quickly becoming too much.
"Jason!"
You scream his name while clawing at his back like a feral cat. He moans into your neck.
"I'm going to put a child in you. I'm going to breed you every. day. Until it happens."
His thrusts punctuate his words. A loud moan escapes your lips as your second orgasm was rapidly coiling in you.
"Fuck, baby, you're so wet. You love the idea of carrying my child, don't you?"
He places a gentle kiss on your forehead, a stark contrast between his rough thrust and his loving kisses. You feel yourself blush a deep red while avoiding eye contact. It's true. You were warming up to the idea of getting impregnated by Jason. After all, getting pregnant is the ultimate claim. Maybe it's the haze of post-orgasm, but the idea is getting more and more tempting.
"Fuck, please!"
You whine in his ear. He lazily sucks hickeys on your skin, not once stopping his powerful thrusts. His hands pin your hips down to make escape impossible, even if you did want to escape being filled with his cum.
"Please what, darling? Use your words."
He purrs in your ear. Your blush deepens as you whimper shyly,
"Please cum in me."
His responding growl was nothing short of animalistic. We both moan each other's name as you cum in sync. He buries his dick as deep as he can before letting his cum shoot out of him. You both pant as you stare at each other. He murmurs while rubbing your abdomen,
"I'm sorry. The image of you pregnant made me desperate to make it a reality."
You softly whisper,
"It's okay. It was kind of hot. You didn't care what I wanted, only wanting to claim me as yours."
Jason's smirk was nothing short of wicked as he presses his hardening dick against your core again.
"Oh, yeah? You like the idea of being filled with my cum and my baby?"
You give an approving hum before kissing him roughly. He wastes no time as he sinks his dick back inside you while rubbing the cum that dripped out of on your clit. His cum returning inside you as he pushes in.
"So beautiful. I can't wait to impregnate you and claim you as mine."
You arch your back while digging your nails deeper into his shoulders and hooking your legs around his waist to push him deeper.
"You'd be so full, darling. I'll fuck you every day until you're pregnant."
His voice was a midnight caress and only for you in the moment. Only he can make impregnation sound this sexy. The idea of getting pregnant used to horrify you, but Jason made it sound like he's made the decision for both of you before even getting inside you.
You squeak as you feel his callused hands on your waist to thrust deeper into you. The rest of the sex was a blur of tongue, teeth, and way too much cum.
By the time he was definitely finished, he kept his dick in you, acting like a plug to keep his cum deep inside.
You give an exhausted chuckle and kiss his sweaty forehead. He gives a happy hum while rubbing your abdomen.
"Did I tell you I'm ovulating?"
You murmur to him as you run my fingers through his hair. He was lying on top of you with his face buried in your neck which is his favourite position. He always falls asleep like this after sex, but this time was different. He found himself wanting to stay awake. He's been more and more affectionate the longer both of you spend time together. His head snaps up from the crook of your neck to meet your eyes.
"I'm...actually going to be a father?"
You nod, suddenly extremely self-conscious and panicking about how he'll take the news but you soon begin to laugh as his response was a hardening dick.
"You better be ready to fuck me anytime and anywhere. I'm impossibly horny during ovulation, so I can't even begin to imagine how horny pregnancy will make me."
He stares at your abdomen with so much unfiltered love and adoration that your heart melts.
"Don't worry one bit about getting me to fuck you, doll. You brought out an insatiable breeding kink I had no idea I even had."
The two laugh. You roll on top of him and promptly fall asleep. Maybe pregnancy wouldn't be as scary as it sounds with Jason by your side.
This is absolutely fantastic! I hope you don't mind, but I wrote a little something because I couldn't get this image out of my head.
This work contains illness and implied future death, please read with discretion.
The room was quiet as Bruce came in, and he made certain that it stayed that way even when he settled onto the chair beside the bed.
He leaned forward a little, readjusting the hot water bottle and making sure it was still warm enough to sooth Jason's ribs.
Jason finally stirred when Bruce reached to take The Art of War from his hand so Bruce let his son be the one to set the book to the side of the bed, though in the process of waking Jason's legs had shifted beneath the blanket.
Even with the blankets, hot water bottle and beanie, Jason was still cold to the touch when Bruce cupped his cheek. Jason was still on oxygen, though admittedly it was a miracle all and of itself that Jason hadn't torn off the nasal cannula in his sleep. Then again, it was also a testament to just how weak he was right now, and Bruce found himself shifting his hand up, settling onto the top of Jason's head.
Jason leaned into the touch, the way that he always has when he was younger.
"Rest," Bruce said.
Jason's glare was half hearted and it dropped so quickly that Bruce had almost thought he had imagined it.
"I'm fine Bruce." Jason said, his voice rough.
"Even so," Bruce said. "You should rest."
"But Dick-"
"Isn't coming for a few more hours." Bruce said.
Jason looked both disappointed and relieved, his eyes already drooping again. He blinked hard, forcing himself to stay awake.
Bruce rumbled a laugh, remembering how Jason would sometimes get so tired after patrols when he was Robin that he would need Bruce to carry him up the stairs to the Manor. Even at the time Bruce had known that he could have simply made Jason walk anyway, but it felt unnecessary to lose those precious moments that he got to spend with his son.
While a lot had happened since then, it hadn't changed the fact that Bruce would without hesitation carry Jason anywhere even though he was a lot heavier now.
"Are you certain that-"
Jason's expression twisted into one of utter exhaustion.
"We've argued enough about it already, haven't we, Bruce?"
While there was still a part of Bruce that wanted to have the same argument all over again, the part of Bruce that not only wanted but needed Jason to keep fighting, for the first time it was like Bruce could truely see just how tired Jason was.
There was a fatigue that ran so deeply, and so completely, that Bruce had been trying to ignore for so long now that it felt wrong to accept it for what it really was.
No. They would not need to retread the same argument. Not anymore.
"Rest." Bruce said instead. "I'll be right here with you when you wake up."
Jason hummed, dull eyes slipping closed.
When Jason's breathing evened out, Bruce leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss against his Jason's forehead.
Then, he pulled away again, not wanting the tear that had been threatening to fall since the moment he had come in to drop onto his son.
“Unless you are following the dialogue with an action and not a dialogue tag.” He took a deep breath and sat back down after making the clarifying statement.
“And–” she waved a pen as though to underline her statement–“if you’re interrupting a sentence with an action, you need to type two hyphens to make an en-dash.”
