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[devotedlyandrogynousyouth]

BRUCE WAYNE can't sleep with you on top of him.

Don't think that it has anything to do with your size or weight- he could probably lift ten of you, and then some.

It's because it reminds him too much of his mother. How she stood in front of him on the night she died, not an ounce of hesitation in her posture. It reminds him of how it felt to be the one protected, so useless in the face of danger when stood in front of.

Don't even get him started with you covering him with a satin sheet as you sleep on his chest, the material so simliar to that of Marha's shawl that she covered his eyes with that night.

So, no, your husband can't sleep with you on top of him.

He needs to be the protector.

He needs to be the one resting just that little bit of his weight on you like a silent, secret promise. He needs to be the one to cover you up with the mosg beautiful, silk sheets money can buy. He needs to be the one sleeping closest to the door, the closest to any potential danger.

Just like Martha would for him.

Bruce protects you, even in sleep.

One sheet and arm around your waist at a time.

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[devotedlyandrogynousyouth]

Hi beautiful! Could you write a smut of Roy Harper please ;) maybe a soft!dom or trying to be quiet cause Lian’s sleep and he shuts you.

I don’t know whatever that comes to your mind.

Thank uuuu. And thank you for making the other fic I loved it. 🤍

-🦋

Ofc ofc, 🦋!! Tysm for making another request because it seriously makes my day. Sorry this took me so long, I've been trying to survive finals season lol

Pretty Mama.

Roy Harper x Fem! Reader

Smut, smut, smut, babes!

Light choking, chances of getting caught, breeding kink at the end, Roy calls reader "Mama" and "Mommy", unprotected P in V sex

The door shut closed behind Roy with a soft 'click,' the hallway light no longer flooding his bedroom. At least one light in the hallway was always kept on for Lian- she's too scared to sleep without at least a little light flooding in from the hallway.

He won't lie, it was an absolute hell getting his gorgeous little princess to sleep. She'd been fussy during the day, too tuckered out to enjoy any activities and too hyper to go to sleep. Neither of you blamed her- you both know just how hard it is for her to come back home from the limited time she shares with her mother.

Roy had to bribe her with the promise of pancakes for breakfast to even have her consider closing her eyes for the night. He knew damn well that her little sugar rush afterwards would be quite the mess to clean up.

But then he laid eyes on you.

Your hair was a mess, all tossed around and tangled from a long day. Your eyes had slight bags under them from the past few nights you've spent in his home. Your his shirt is barely hanging off of your shoulders, revealing your achy, tired joints to his prying gaze.

You're perfect.

Seeing you like this makes getting Lian to bed a few minutes early absolutely worth it.

“Why hello there, Mrs. Harper…” the tease comes out with a low drawl, the corners of his mouth turning up before he lifts his shirt over his head. The muscles in his biceps and abdomen shift and flex slightly as the fabric is removed, revealing various tattoos that he still hasn’t gathered the courage to tell the story of.

If you’re being honest, the sight of your boyfriend undressing almost made you forget his remark.

Almost.

“Mrs?” you repeat with an amused huff, the lamp light from your newly decided side of the bed gleaming over half of your face. “I must’ve missed something while you were tucking in Lian… I certainly don’t remember getting married.”

At that, he lets out a soft snicker, throwing his shirt into the small hamper next to his dresser. When you first came over to Roy’s house, you almost expected it to be messy, maybe with random heaps of clothes scattered all over with Lian’s toys. Not that you’d even blame him, of course, especially being the only one to fully provide for a young girl while keeping up his activities outside of his house. To your surprise, however, it’s fairly clean. Well, except for Lian’s room, but most of the toys and coloring books littering her bedroom floor are ones that you’ve bought her over the past couple of months to gain her favor.

It worked, of course.

“Maybe you did miss something, my lovely, beautiful, amazing wife…” Roy continues as he makes his way over to your (practically) shared bed and crawling into it. The springs creak and shift slightly beneath his weight, moving to account for his size and mass. He doesn’t stop once he’s gotten into his side of the sheets, however- instead, the redhead crawls over you slightly, resting his hands on each side of your head.

“Or… Maybe… This is a proposal,” between each part of the sentence, he plants kisses to your lips. They’re not soft and sweet to match the conversation; they’re playful and nippy in the most delicious way possible. His stubble scratches your chin slightly each time he leans down, almost like a reminder of just how busy he truly is as a father, boyfriend, and crime-fighter.

“Well maybe Mr. Harper needs to shave,” you tease softly, lifting your hands to tangle into his ginger strands. You almost consider being nice for a moment, but decide against it by giving his head a soft tug backwards.

The motion earns a small groan from Roy, his cheeks slightly flushed with desire that makes his freckles more prominent against his pale, scarred skin. “Yeah, right,” he mutters softly against your lips, large hands already moving to discard the shirt still clinging to your frame, “I know that Mrs. Harper likes the stubble when I go down on her.”

With that, he’s already removed the fabric previously covering you and thrown it to the other side of the room (so much for his house being clean). You barely even have amoment to think before his lips are on your skin, kissing every inch of flesh he can reach. His lips trail downward, pressing sloppy, wet kisses as he moves along. Eventually, he’s positioned between your legs with your knees hitched over his shoulders. His breath feels warm against your skin, itching something inside of you that you can never seem to reach.

“Just… Make sure to keep it down a little, gorgeous,” he practically whispers into your cunt, “I don’t want to wake up our baby girl after spending so long trying to get her down.”

For a moment, you almost take a pause. Something about him calling Lian both of yours made your heart flutter against your chest, your head spinning and breathing a little heavier. “Our baby girl?” Your tone is mocking while your fingers comb through his fiery locks, “I don't seem to remember popping Lian out of my-”

Roy's tongue is harsh as it swirls around your clit, stealing the air from your lungs and thoughts from your brain. The most you can really do is whine into it, your body keening to have just a little bit more. And he had the audacity to laugh at you. Well, laugh is a strong word… more like chuckle into your pussy.

Even as his tongue begins to dip in and out of your clenching hole, something about calling Lian yours just made your heart flutter. It was nice being able to take such a responsibility head on. You don't have much time to ponder on it, though, as one of his long fingers gently starts prodding at your entrance.

“Open up for me, mama…” Roy coos into you, licking a long strip up your heat. He doesn't wait long to slip in a finger or two once your muscles relax, curling them just the right way to have you squirming and seeing stars. His pace isn't kind, either, as he begins to practically bully his digits into your cunt.

Despite how calloused and rough his hands seem, your boyfriend knows exactly how to use them to make you shiver and scream. His touch is almost always light with you, but the abrasive skin of his palms promises much more. You're lucky, you think, to be in a relationship with a man who's so attentive yet teasing in heavy moments like this.

But right as your thighs began to tremble and squeeze around his head, Roy pulls his fingers and face away from your weeping cunt. You almost whine and protest, maybe even beg him to just keep going, until you open your eyes and lift your head back up to see Roy pulling off his jeans and boxers.

You almost wanted to complain about not being able to take them off yourself, but you decide against it as soon as you see the way he looks at you.

His eyes are dark, almost clouded with lust and something so much deeper… something almost akin to a heavy admiration. Roy has always looked at you like you hung the stars in the sky, and he looks at your pussy the same. “So beautiful, mama…” he whispers, crawling back over you to press his bare chest against yours. His lips brush against your forehead as he speaks before pressing a light kiss to your skin.

You move your hands to his shoulders, rubbing and massaging the freckle covered skin before pulling him down for a proper kiss. It almost feels weird when your lips lock so seamlessly like this… it's just so much different than the inexperienced boys you've been with before who didn't even know how to kiss without knocking teeth.

For the first time since he walked into the room, one of Roy's hands leaves your body. It's only for a short moment, though, as he fists his achy, leaking cock before lining it up with your entrance. As always, he waits a moment before pushing in slightly to let you prepare yourself for the stretch.

Your hands grip onto him a little tighter as he pushes in slowly, each inch disappearing inside of your walls until he's buried all the way to the hilt. Only then does he break the kiss, resting his forehead against yours as he lets out a shaky breath. He stills for a few seconds as you adjust and catch your breath, his lips slowly trailing along your neck and chest to leave deep, purple marks on your skin.

Roy's hips draw back slowly before pushing in again, making a slight squelch as both of your pelvic bones meet. A soft gasp escapes from between your lips, and he laughs. Actually laughs. Until you give his arm a light 'smack!’ that is.

As much of an idiot as your boyfriend may be, he takes the hint to just keep going. His pace is slow and deep, the kind of rhythm that you've both perfected since you first got together. Each time he pulls away, your cunt keeps pulling him back in.

“Fucking Christ…” Roy mutters between short puffs of breath, his teeth beginning to nip slightly at the reddened skin of your neck. “Such a pretty pussy, mama… just keeps sucking me right back in.”

A moan escapes your lips in response, and before you know it, there's a hand resting around your throat. It's not squeezing- not really- but it's enough to make your chest stutter slightly as you pull Roy that much closer. That slight shift is met with a particularly hard thrust, stealing the breath away from your lungs as he lifts his head to look at you properly.

“Shhh… quiet, baby,” he warms, the words accompanied by a slight squeeze of his hand. It's almost like he's teasing you as his pace quickens, his free hand coming down to rub quick circles around your twitching clit.

Your back arches as you take in a quick gasp of air, wrapping your legs around Roy's hips as if to pull him even deeper. A coil tightens in your gut, burning and aching to just be released. You can feel your thighs shaking around him, and there's no way to miss the unsteady rise and fall of your sweat-sheened chest.

He knows you're close.

And, unfortunately for you, he knows exactly what to say to push you right over the edge of the cliff you're hanging on.

“Such a filthy girl…” he teases before nipping at your earlobe slightly, his hips picking up just enough speed to have you writhing beneath him. “This pretty pussy is just begging me to cum inside… is that what you want? You want me to fill this pussy up?”

That's what makes you come undone.

Your eyes squeeze shut as your body instinctively presses closer to his, the coil that burned so tightly in your gut finally snapping as your orgasm washes over you. Roy's fingers on your clit almost feel like they're on fire, and you have half a mind to pull away and spare yourself from the overstimulation.

Until he's pounding into you like his life depends on it.

The way your tight, fluttering walls are moving and squelching all around him seems to do something to Roy. At this point, you don't think that Roy can even hear the lewd slapping echoing off the walls of his room. Or that Lian is probably going to wake up because of it.

He certainly doesn't care when he's finally buried balls deep inside of you and emptying his load, his hot cum spurting out into your pussy. “Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he practically chants into your skin, his stubble scratching against your neck as his pace slows to ride out both of your aftershocks.

You both stay silent for a long while after he stops, the sound of your combined breaths quieting as you slowly catch them. Both of your bodies are covered in sweat, and Roy's arms are still as steady around you as steel bars.

“I'll pick up a Plan B in the morning,” he whispers into your ear, even the quiet tone of his voice cutting through the previous silence.

You nod slightly, unwrapping your legs from around his hips. Well, until he stops you.

“Unless you don't want me to…” he adds, pressing light yet lingering kisses to your chest and neck while finally meeting your eyes once again. “Lian would love another kid in the house… and you'd be such a pretty mommy.”

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[devotedlyandrogynousyouth]

on watching a parent age

i saw somebody say “what if you’re gone and i haven’t become anything yet” and basically that broke me on a random thursday evening

[devotedlyandrogynousyouth]

pussy limited edition because i’m going to fucking kill myself

[devotedlyandrogynousyouth]

I love your Mean!Jason series! Do you think you’ll continue it?

Aw ty!!💗

I'm definitely open to continue my mean!Jason series, if there's a demand for it! It's been a long while since I've written in the style that I originally posted it in, but I'm sure I can get back into it if it's something that people want.

I actually have a request in my inbox right now for something with mean!Jason, so I'll try to work on that soon!!

[devotedlyandrogynousyouth]

I got butt hurt while imagining scenarios in my head over an sad scene.

The reason I say this is because I have a question. If and when you do, make up a scenario in your head and it goes south for dramatics, and you make the character say something that even made you go like “wait a minute-“ and now it’s stuck in your head and that bad headcanon is stuck on them and you can’t unsee it now-

Do you continue to just accept it or let your brain “reset” and settle and realize “nah they wouldn’t.” (Current situation rn lol)

Sorry for this bizarreness in your inbox.

No need to apologize bc ykw? I live for bizzarreness like this.

Personallyyy I continue to just accept it. Like in my mind, Bruce has said something along the lines of he could never love me and stuff like that. Do I seriously thing that he would just outright say that without reason? No! Do I just roll with it, spiral, then cry myself to sleep after writing somefhing about it? Absofuckinglutely!😭

[devotedlyandrogynousyouth]

Hi! I was wondering what characters you wrote for or wouldn’t/can’t write for?

Hi babes!! I'll write for pretty much everyone, even some of the less popular characters. Just be warned that who I write for now are the chracters that I know the most about, but I'm willing to do some extra research and comic reading💗

[devotedlyandrogynousyouth]

if you’re cooked, than so am I.💀

I don’t do it all the time but when someone is similar enough or acts similar enough I go mentally “Oh, so this is what *insert character* would be like-“ AUGH-

UGHHH EXACTLY!! especially with little jason or dick

they were just so little and young as robins😭 and i can't stop thinking "omg what a cutie patootie!" every time i see one

[devotedlyandrogynousyouth]

All I could think of when I saw a redheaded little girl at the amusement park today was "wow! thats exactly what lian harper would look like"

Chat am I cooked😭

[devotedlyandrogynousyouth]

Fic where jason teaches reader to smoke using a blunt or bong? Shotgunning?

Ooooo i really like this one! Just warning you though, I actually don't smoke so this may not be super accurate!

Light Those Lips

He'd gotten better about using an ashtray, at least.

Jason Todd x Reader

Yay! Some fluff-ish smut-ish writing✨ Obvious warnings for marijuana use and some very very slight choking, if you squint

It was supposed to be an easy night- most nights that he's over are, and more often than not they end up with Jason falling asleep on your couch with the burned-out stub of a blunt on your coffee table.

And, look, you weren't particularly interested in smoking as it was. Sure, you may have taken edibles with him before, or maybe you hadn't. Either way, smoking a joint with Jason was new territory.

You've poked fun at him before, saying that you won't be donating your lungs when his are finally black and shriveled from the amount of marijuana he smokes. But, deep down, you know why he smokes.

At first you thought it was just a hobby of his, which was fine. Until you got closer. It wasn't easy for him to open up about the Lazerous Pits or just how badly they fucked him up. Even then, it was difficult to get Jason to explain any of it. Nearly every day was a struggle for him, and his nights patrolling Gotham were no better.

His shoulders were too tight. His hips would cramp up upon nearly any movement. His knees would pop every time he stood or landed too hard pulling some dangerous stunt.

Taking that into consideration, you weren't too shocked to smell the weed wafting from the door of your apartment when you came home from work. Or when it practically hit you in the face as you turned the door knob.

As expected, you were met with the sight of Jason lounging on your couch, a large, burning blunt placed lazily between his lips. You made sure to close the door as quickly as possible so your neighbors wouldn't complain.

His head was leaned back, feet propped up on your coffee table like you've scolded him to stop doing, and his eyes were closed tightly, as if the lights of your apartment were too bright but he couldnt be bothered to turn them off.

"Migraine again?"

The most you're met with is a barely-noticable nod before he takes a short drag.

It made your heart twist to see just how disgruntled Jason looks, his body clearly aching and in pain in ways that you couldn't help. But, then again, you warned him last night before he left to take it easy on his patrol.

Did he listen? Absolutely the fuck not.

It didn't take long for you to be cuddled against his side on the tattered, worn couch, your work bag long forgotten on the kitchen countertop. His free arm is around you in an instant, pulling you as close as possible without getting too close to the burning blunt- he's too worried about burning you on accident.

Then there was a silence between the two of you, stretching wide and thin like a blanket. It was comfortable. Home. Like some part of you that gets torn away every time Jason goes out.

You let your eyes close softly, pressing a kiss onto Jason shoulder before moving your head to be comfortable again. You expected the night to turn out like this, cuddled against his side until he was out of pain enough to fall asleep.

What you didnt expect was for him to lightly press his blunt against your lips.

You opened your eyes again, looking up at him with an expression that could only be described as confused. You didn't know how to smoke a cigarette, let alone an actual blunt! "Jay, I don't... I haven't-"

"I know, sweetness," he cuts you off slightly, his free hand moving to rub loving circles along your back, "you don't have to try it. Just wan' you to know the option's there."

And you know he would never pressure you into anything like that. You know that your boyfriend would never guilt you into smoking or taking substances with him. But something in you wants to, just out of curiosity. What does it even feel like?

Your fingers are careful as they take the roll from between his, making sure not to let any of the ash hit him on accident. From the corner of your eye, you can almost see the amused look on his face. And his eyes being all red and puffy.

"Suck in, baby..."

The paper felt weird against your lips, but certainly not unpleasant. You wrapped your lips around the edge of it, taking in a small breath and feeling the smoke fill your lungs. And your lungs sputtering to get it out.

In the background, you can hear Jason laughing a little at all of your coughing, but it's overshadowed by the burning in your lungs. After a moment, though, he's rubbing your back and cooing soft things like "Good job, angel..." or "You did great, babycakes."

He decides to save you from a bit of misery by cautiously taking the blunt back and taking a long drag before whispering "Come here, baby... I can help."

You have such a love-hate relationship with just how quick you are to listen to him, yet there's jo reservation when you sit up again, letting your lungs expand fully again as your eyes meet.

Jason pulls you forward slightly, his free hand resting on your cheek before he pulls you in for something like a kiss, his mouth pushing just the slightest bit of smoke into your lungs. Your breath stutters a little, struggling to catch up with the sudden invasion, until you slowly adapt.

The taste of it almost weighs down your tongue, pressing against your diaphragm like a weighted blanket. You cough less this time, at least, with your hands moving to rest on his biceps. Your fingers trail up and under the sleeves of his shirt, just the way he likes it- it makes him feel closer to you without needing to be fully naked.

Eventually, all of the smoke is pushed from his mouth to your lungs, filling you up like some drug balloon. You didn't think that anything would really hit right away, but your body began to feel... fuzzy. It's definitely different than getting high from an edible, thats for sure. You almost kind of get why he smokes to take the edge off of his pain omce it all kicks in.

Jason pulls away slightly, his eyes still puffy and red in a way that only weed could explain. And then, he laughs. Fucking laughs. "Christ, baby... You already feeling it?" He teases, taking a drag and letting the smoke settle in his lungs before breathing it out again.

"Am not!"

But you both know the truth. The feeling is... Unfamiliar, but definitely not bad. Jason's grin only widens as he offers an invitation: "Come take another hit, beautiful." His tone is smooth, almost charismatic, and it has a way of just making you feel at ease. Or maybe it's the pot. Probably the pot.

You don't hesitate to press your lips to his again as he takes another drag, this one longer and deeper. The smoke entering your lungs through his mouth only enhances the fuzzy, numb feeling building in your very bones. And right now? It's almost making you want to climb your hunk of a boyfriend like a god damn tree.

Jason doesn't pull away once the smoke has left his body. Instead, his lips move steadily across yours, his free hand moving to tilt your head to the perfect angle for him to slip his tongue into your mouth. He'd be lying if he said he didn't get incredibly hard from the aftertaste of marijuana on you.

The longer you stay locked in this intimate embrace, the more you find yourself getting lost in Jason's touch, in the lingering taste of weed and something distinctly masculine on his tongue. Your own hands seem to move on their own accord, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as they slide up the firm planes of his back.

Jason's arm around your waist tightens, crushing you against his chest as he deepens the kiss with a low groan. The blunt falls forgotten from his fingers, clattering onto the couch cushion beside you as his hand comes up to cradle your jaw, thumb brushing over the apple of your cheek.

"Fuck, you taste good like this," he rasps against your lips, voice gravelly and thick with desire. "Getting me all sorts of worked up, baby."

He punctuates his words with a roll of his hips, the rigid length of his cock pressing against your stomach through the worn denim of his jeans. A shiver runs through you at the contact, your core clenching with anticipation.

Jason seems to take your body's reaction as the green light he needs. In a flash, he's maneuvering you onto your back on the couch, his larger frame blanketing yours as he settles between your spread thighs. You can feel the heat of him seeping through your clothes, warming you from the inside out.

"Tell me you don't feel that, angel," he growls, grinding his clothed erection against your aching center. "Tell me you don't fucking want this."

His words are nearly swallowed by the sound of your whimper, head falling back against the cushion as pleasure sparks behind your eyelids. Your fingers fist in his hair, nails digging into his scalp as you hold him close.

"Jason..." Your voice is breathless, barely above a whisper, but it's enough to spur him on.

A deep, approving rumble builds in his chest as he ducks his head, lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the column of your throat. Each press of his mouth against your skin sends a bolt of lightning straight to your core, stoking the growing heat between your legs.

"Been thinkin' 'bout this all fuckin' day," he confesses, teeth grazing your collarbone. "Could barely focus on shit, knew I had you waitin' for me back here. Couldn't fuckin' wait for this pretty pussy."

His filthy words, gravelly and dripping with lust, make your toes curl in your boots. You can feel your cheeks flushing, but it's not just from embarrassment. No, the heat spreading through you is because of the raw, unbridled desire burning in his eyes as he stares down at you, pupils blown wide and dark with want.

Jason's hand slides down from your jaw to your throat, long fingers wrapping around your neck in a loose, possessive hold. His thumb presses against your racing pulse, feeling it jump beneath his touch. A wicked smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.

"You're fuckin' gorgeous like this, you know that?" he murmurs, voice a low, intimate rumble. "Flushed and fuckin' needy, just for me. I fuckin' love it."

To punctuate his point, he rolls his hips sharply against yours, the thick line of his cock grinding against your leaking pussy. The friction sends a jolt of pleasure shooting up your spine, drawing a choked gasp from your lips.

Jason's smirk widens into a full-blown grin, eyes glinting with satisfaction and a hint of smugness. "That's it, baby. Wanna hear all those pretty noises spillin' from this sexy little mouth. Wanna make you fuckin' scream."

His other hand finds the hem of your sweater, calloused fingers dipping beneath to stroke the soft skin of your stomach. His touch is electric, leaving tingling trails in its wake as he slowly pushes the fabric up and up, exposing inch after inch of smooth, creamy flesh.

You squirm beneath him, suddenly feeling shy under his heated gaze. But before you can cover yourself, his hand is there, palming the soft swell of your breast. His thumb and forefinger find your nipple, rolling and pinching the sensitive bud until it pebbles beneath his touch.

"Fuck, these tits..." Jason groans, ducking his head to press open-mouthed kisses to the valley between your breasts. "Been fuckin' dyin' to get my hands on these perfect fuckin' tits."

He pushes the sweater up further, until it's bunched under your chin, baring your chest completely to his hungry gaze. Then, with a low growl, he dips his head and takes your nipple into his mouth, sucking hard.

That is, until the door bell rings.

You jump a lot more than Jason does, the marijuana making you a little paranoid. Before Jason can even process any of it, you've already scampered away and pulled your sweater back over your chest.

"Crap..." Jason mumbles as he finally makes a move to answer the door, "forgot I ordered a pizza."

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[devotedlyandrogynousyouth]

Hello! I was wondering if you had any rules or hard no’s when it comes to your writings. I don’t see a rules list or yes’s and no’s.

So i actually don't have one, so i think it might be time to make one!!✨

Astrella's Rules

Yes!

Literally anything specific about the reader, like race, ethnicity, language, etc. because we're all about inclusivity here💗

Dub-Con

Spanking, choking, biting, etc.

Domestic situations (pregnancy, sickness, ect.)

Pet Play

Injuries/certain angst (It varies, occaisionally)

Age Gaps

Pretty much anything else thats not listed on my no's!

Nuh Uh!

Beastiality!! Because apparently that's a thing on here

Incest of any form (especially step-cest and whatnot, its just a personal thing)

Major gore (light stuff is fine though!)

Anything having to do with urine/scat

Consenual-Non-Consent

Rape (or at least not romanticising it because that's not cool! Comfort is fine)

Pedophilia! Don't feel like I need to explain that one too much

Teacher/Student relationships

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[devotedlyandrogynousyouth]

It was dark when JASON came home, as per usual. There was nothing new about him crawling through his apartment windows with a few bruises added to the collection.

The lights were off, and the only traces of you left in his apartment were a pair of earrings and a hoodie you left behind.

It felt cold without your reading lamp on next to his couch. It's been two months since he's turned it on.

You didn't break up- not exactly, anyway. You needed some space, and your family had a lot going on away from Gotham. And so you left, packing up your things into little organized boxes that will never leave Jason's mind.

He didn't want you to go, but he didn't stop you.

Words were said.

Things were done.

And you were gone.

The water of his bathtub felt cold as he washed off spots of blood and grime, even though it was steaming hot with whimsical swirls of water vapor flying through the air.

He felt the ghost of your hands trailing along his back, along the 'Y'-shaped scar on his chest, along his shoulders.

He felt the ghost of your lips pressing against his temples and ears.

He felt the ghost of your warm body sitting between his legs, pressing against him in a way too soft to even be remotely sexual.

He felt the ghost of you.

And there was absolutely nothing he could do to make you come back- not for a while, anyway.

And for the first time in a long time, probably since his death, Jason actually felt empty.

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Inspired by @alialucille 's repost💙

[devotedlyandrogynousyouth]

BRUCE WAYNE is like a wounded predator.

Not in the sense that he hurts others, but in the sense that he hurts. His entire life has been filled with pain- but hasn't everybody's?

He didn't like to think of it as something that he had in common with the average person.

But then he met you.

It was slow, at first, like the beginning embers of a fire that felt doomed from the start. You came closer to him, crawling right under his skim every time he wasn't paying attention.

It was never grand gestures, either- it was the little things.

You snuck a warm coffee onto his desk, the steam still swirling in pretty little waves.

There were suddenly little energy bars and snacks hidden away in the empty compartments of his utility belt.

Your hair brush was on the counter in his master bedroom.

Your toothbrush was on the side of the sink opposite of his.

The bed was warm whenever he crawled into it next to you after a particularly bad night.

And you were there. The only constant in his life.

Wounded predators will waste no time protecting their companions from a greater threat. You knew that- it didn't take you long to notice how protective Bruce became.

It didn't hit him until late one night, curled around you while tangled in sheets that probably cost more than your salary.

His face was buried in your neck, a few warm breaths tickling against your skin. His legs were caging you in, shielding you from the rest of the world.

And you rubbed his back. Softly, like he was something to be careful with. You didn't even pull away from his scars.

That was the moment something broke in him.

His eyes felt misty, even though they were tightly shut to prevent any tears from slipping out and onto your collarbone. His chest ached, like there was something missing but so close he could feel it.

In that moment, he felt you.

"I love you," is all that got whispered after a nearly inaudible shaky breath.

So yes, you supposed that Bruce was like a wounded animal, needing so desperately to protect those he loves.

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[devotedlyandrogynousyouth]

Can you write a slur of Dick Grayson, where he’s so desperate to make you come and that means he won’t come first, and when you ask him to go faster he struggles cause he doesn’t want to fail you. He knows if he goes faster he’d come, but he WANTS you to come first. 🦋

You got it!💙 also I guess this should be the time to say that i am a-okay with anons claiming an emoji!

First

Dick Grayson x Fem! Reader

Smut!! Premature ejaculation, pet names, cum eating, oral (f receiving), overstimulation

“Tell me what you want, pretty girl,” Dick’s voice is so whiney, so full of uncontained lust, that it nearly sounds childish. His face is flushed to the point of looking like a tomato, his kisses so warm along your neck that they feel borderline feverish. Along your body are his hands, brushing oh so gently across every inch of skin.

“Want it faster…” you cry softly, arms snaking around Dick’s neck to pull him just that little bit closer. The pair of you have been at this for a while with two sets of legs tangled in sheets that will need to be placed in the wash by the morning. He was already buried as deeply as possible into your cunt, the warm, red tip of his hardened cock leaking pre-cum constantly. And, as much as you loved the slow grind of his pubic bone and hair against your sensitive clit, you needed something more… active.

As you speak, though, Dick nearly feels himself stop breathing. His balls were already drawn up so close to his body, his orgasm practically within sight. Richard was never one to leave you wanting and needy during sex, but his entire body is just so tired. The mission he’d returned from merely an hour ago was brutal, leaving him with achy muscles and tender bruises. “You want it faster, beautiful?” he finds himself asking before he could even consider his own capeabilities at the moment. 

When you nod, hair damp and sweat-slicked to your skin, he doesn’t hesitate.

Within moments, his hips are slotting perfectly into yours as fast as his body will allow without protesting. The slapping of skin on skin is erotic, especially when mixed with your breathy moans and Dick’s soft, tired whines. Every time your bodies meet, skin sticks together like glue from the sheer amount of sweat clinging to the pair of you.

The feeling of his thick and heavy cock dragging through your pulsing walls is intense, causing another wave of arousal to drip right down between your plump cheeks and onto the sheets. His balls are covered in it, too- slapping against your skin with every forward thrust. 

Dick is panting now, his breath coming in hot gusts against your neck as he tries desperately to hold himself back from the edge. Each thrust becomes more erratic, more strained, as if he's physically fighting against his own body's urges. "F-fuck, baby, you feel s-so good..." he whines, voice cracking with desperation.

His grip on your hips tightens, fingers sinking into the soft flesh hard enough to leave marks. He's not being gentle anymore, too lost in his own pursuit to chase his pleasure. Sweat drips down his temples and back, muscles trembling with exertion as he drives into you with abandon.

"I... I can't... can't hold it much longer, sugar," he gasps out, head dropping to your shoulder as he grinds his teeth. "Tell me... tell me what to do, beautiful. Help me... help me last..."

His movements are starting to slow, each thrust taking more effort than the last. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin is replaced by the wet squelch of your combined arousal and the harsh pants of his breathing. He's trying so hard to keep going, to satisfy you, but his body is betraying him.

"Please... please don't let me cum yet," he whimpers, clinging to you like a lifeline as he grinds his hips weakly against yours. "I need... I need to feel you cum first. I can't... can't be selfish..."

His eyes are clenched shut, jaw tight and muscles locked up as he battles his impending orgasm with every ounce of his willpower. You can see the strain in the way his face is flushed a deep, mottled red and his handsome features are twisted up in concentration. He's right on the knife's edge, teetering between the blissful oblivion of climax and the desperate need to please you.

"Shhh, shhh, it's okay baby, you're doing so good," you coo softly, one hand coming up to cup Dick's cheek and turn his face towards yours. Your eyes are filled with tender concern and loving encouragement as you gaze at him with unveiled adoration. "You don't have to hold back, handsome. I want to feel you..."

Your other hand slides down to grasp the firm globes of his ass, fingers sinking into the taut muscle as you urge him on. "Keep going, Dick. Keep fucking me just like this," you breathe against his lips, your voice a husky purr of desire. "I want to feel your cum."

You rock your hips up to meet his slowing thrusts, your slick inner walls clenching greedily around his throbbing shaft. "It's okay to be selfish, baby. So very okay," you murmur, your breath hot against his ear. "I want you to cum... I need you to cum inside me. Right now. Please, Dick..."

Your words seem to snap something inside of him. With a guttural groan that borders on a sob, he surrenders to the inevitable. His hips jerk forward one last time, burying his cock to the hilt inside your spasming cunt as his orgasm crashes over him like a tidal wave.

"Fuck! Ahhh... Ahhh, pretty girl!" he cries out, voice breaking on a choked moan of ecstasy. His body goes rigid above you, muscles locking up as pleasure whites out his mind. You feel the first hot spurt of his cum flooding your insides, his cock pulsing and twitching wildly as it pumps you full of his thick, virile seed.

He continues to grind against you, working his hips in small, aborted circles as he rides out the intense waves of his climax. Each clench of your cunt around his spurting cock milks him for every last drop of his release. He's never felt anything so incredible, so absolutely perfect, in his entire life.

"Oh god... oh god, sweetheart," he pants harshly, collapsing heavily against your chest as the last tremors of his orgasm roll through him. He's trembling and gasping, his skin flushed and slick with sweat as it sticks to your own.

"Aww, shhh, there you go sweetheart. That's my good boy," you praise softly, wrapping your arms around his heaving shoulders and holding him close as he comes down from his intense high. You stroke his damp hair lovingly, your fingers combing through the sweat-dampened locks as you press tender kisses to his forehead, his cheeks, his nose, his lips. 

"Shhh, it's okay. You did amazing, baby. I'm so proud of you," you murmur, rocking him gently in your embrace as he pants and shudders against your skin. 

As Dick's breathing slowly returns to normal, you feel him begin to stir against you. His head lifts from your chest, blue eyes blinking up at you with a mixture of sated contentment and rekindling hunger. A slow, sensual smile curves his kiss-swollen lips as he takes in your own blissed-out expression.

"Mmm, you taste amazing, beautiful girl," he rumbles, voice still slightly rough from his recent cries of rapture. His hands begin to wander your curves once more, palming the rounded globes of your ass and the soft swells of your breasts with appreciative squeezes. "I could just eat you up..."

And with that, he starts to slide down your body with clear intent. His lips blaze a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down the column of your throat, across the tops of your heaving breasts, over the quivering flesh of your stomach. He doesn't stop until he's nestled between your spread thighs, his heated breath fanning over your dripping vagina.

"Beautiful," he breathes, his voice a low, reverent rumble against your sensitive flesh. "You're absolutely drenched... and it's all because of me." His tongue darts out, lapping slowly through your folds and savoring your tangy essence with a deep, approving groan. "Fuck, you taste incredible. I could feast on this sweet little cunt for hours..."

And with that declaration, he dives in, sealing his lips around your clit and suckling the sensitive nub with relish as he sets about his mission to bring you to your own shattering peak. His fingers delve into your soaked entrance, pumping steadily in and causing his cum to spill out slightly.

Dick feels your walls starting to flutter and clench around his fingers, your body tensing as your climax rapidly approaches. He doubles his efforts, sucking your clit hard and fast as he pumps his fingers in and out of your dripping cunt at a furious pace. The obscene sound of your arousal fills the room, your juices dripping down his wrist as he finger-fucks you with wild abandon.

"That's it, pretty baby. Cum for me," he growls against your flesh, his voice vibrating deliciously against your over-sensitized nerves. "I want to feel this pretty pussy gush all over my face as you scream my name."

With a keening cry, you shatter. Your body goes rigid, back arching off the bed as a gush of your release splashes over Dick's chin and cheeks. He moans in approval, lapping and slurping at the flood of your essence coating his face as he works you through your intense orgasm. Your pussy spasms and convulses around his plunging fingers, trying to suck them in deeper as you ride out the crest of your pleasure.

But Dick doesn't let up. Even as you start to come down from your high, he maintains his relentless pace, fingers pumping and tongue swirling as if trying to wring every last drop of ecstasy from your quivering body. It's almost too much, the overstimulation bordering on painful as your nerves scream for respite.

"A-Dick! Oh god, it's too- too much!" you whimper, trying to push his head away as your hips buck and twist beneath him. But he's unyielding, grip tightening on your thighs to hold you in place as he continues his sensual assault on your most intimate area.

"Shhh, I know baby. I know it's intense," he soothes, voice a low rasp against your sensitive flesh. "But you're going to give me one more. One more for me, sweet girl."

You ended up staying there until he passed out from exhaustion, still buried between your thighs.

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[devotedlyandrogynousyouth]

okay hiii i heard requests were open so i thought i'd try, first off i love your writing so much, when i tell you it moves me to tears im not exaggerating so i havent read the comics so bare w me please 🥹🤍 idk if you do OCS, if you do could it be about a woman called thea, if not fem y/n or however you feel comfortable doing it basically this girl is a medical student studying to be a doctor, dating richard (dick) grayson/ nightwing, and it's kind of angsty, she sees hi injured, rushes in and patches him up- dangerous, stakes are high, maybe she could ever get injured too in the process? just a thought! love ur work, and absolutely no pressure for this request 🤍🥹

Aw you're so sweet💜💜💜

Pretty High Stakes

Injured! Dick Grayson x Medschool! Reader

Warnings: Graphic injury, trauma, blood, panic, emotional breakdown, language

You knew the risks when you fell for him.

When you let him kiss you with bruised lips and bloodied knuckles. When you let his hands cup your face even though they'd been breaking ribs hours before. When you chose to stay—not just in his life, but in his world.

But nothing prepares you for this.

Not med school. Not emergency rotations. Not any of the hellish scenarios you’d run through in simulation labs. Because this wasn’t a controlled environment with crash carts and proper lighting.

This was a filthy Gotham alley at 1:17 in the morning, and the man you loved was bleeding out in your arms.

You’d only been part of the mission in the smallest way. Remote first aid support, coordinating through Oracle, helping ID the traffickers. Dick hadn’t even told you the full details, just that he “had it handled.” You’d believed him—until his comm went dead.

That silence had cut through you like a scalpel.

Now your shoes splashed through dirty puddles as you sprinted toward the last coordinates. Every second felt like glass dragging through your chest. Your breath caught when you finally rounded the corner and saw him.

Dick.

His suit was torn open along his ribs, blood pouring out in terrifying waves. His body was crumpled like a marionette whose strings had been severed. His head lolled to the side. One escrima stick was still in hand, the other abandoned a few feet away.

For a moment, you couldn’t breathe. Then instinct slammed through you like lightning. You hit your knees beside him, skidding on the wet pavement. “Dick—Dick!”

His eyes fluttered weakly. One barely opened, revealing his near-lifeless baby blue. “Sweetheart...?”

“I’m here,” you said, voice trembling. “Jesus, Dick, what—what the hell happened?”

"Got… the kids out,” he rasped. “Three of them. They’re safe.”

You pressed your coat against the gaping wound at his side. Blood soaked through instantly. Your stomach turned, but you didn’t stop. Couldn’t afford to. “Focus on me,” you said, voice cracking. “You’re okay. Just—keep your eyes open.”

“Couldn’t call,” he murmured. “Comm—busted.”

“You should’ve waited.” Your tone wavered somewhere between fury and despair. “You always do this. Always push too hard, too far—”

“No time,” he said. “They were gonna move them. I had to—”

You gritted your teeth, adjusting your weight to apply more pressure. He let out a low groan that hit you like a bullet.

“I’m calling Oracle,” you whispered. Your fingers, slick with blood, fumbled for your phone. You activated the encrypted emergency line. The screen was blurred by rain and tears. “Oracle. Code Nightfall.”

Barbara’s voice came through instantly. “Where’s Nightwing?”

“Down. Severely wounded. Multiple lacerations. Stab wound to the abdomen. He’s going into shock.” Your voice caught. “I need med-evac. Now. 9th and Haven.”

“I’ve got you,” she said, calm but urgent. “Stay with him. ETA four minutes.” You threw the phone aside and turned back to him. His skin was pale. His lips tinged blue.

“Stay awake,” you begged, clutching his hand like you were the one dying. “Please.”

His fingers curled weakly around yours. “Didn’t want you to see me like this.”

You let out a laugh that was half a sob. “Well, too late. And you still look stupidly handsome, you reckless idiot.”

A ghost of a smile flickered on his lips. Then his body seized.

Your heart stopped. “Dick!”

He coughed, and blood spattered against your neck. You scrambled to clear his airway, lifting his head just enough to tilt it, trying not to scream.

“I’ve got you,” you whispered over and over, as if repetition could bend reality. “You’re not dying. Not here. Not tonight.”

You heard the Batwing before you saw it—the roar of engines slicing through the storm. Bright searchlights bathed the alley in pale blue. The dropship’s doors opened mid-hover. Medics in Wayne-Tech armor repelled down before the skids even touched pavement.

You didn’t want to move. You didn’t trust anyone else to touch him. But you had to.

“He’s going into hypovolemic shock,” you barked at the lead medic. “Massive blood loss. Suspected liver laceration. He needs blood and surgery. Now.” They didn’t question you. They moved fast. Intubation. Fluids. Vitals. A hard collar. They cut through his suit while stabilizing his spine. You helped strap him to the gurney. His blood was everywhere.

He was still conscious—barely. He almost couldn't rasp out your name.

You bent close. Rain soaked through your scrubs as you practically cradled him to your chest, mindful of every painful wound inflicted upon his body. “I’m here.”

“Love you.”

Your breath caught. Your hands trembled. You’d said it before, once, quietly. He never had. Until now. Until this. Until he was dying in your arms in the middle of a filthy alleyway. “I love you too,” you whispered. “So stay alive and say it again when I’m not covered in your blood.”

He gave a barely-there nod before his eyes fluttered shut.

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[devotedlyandrogynousyouth]

JASON TODD doesn't need your help.

He can get his own coffee in the morning.

He can shove down his thoughts and emotions on his own.

He doesn't need good luck or a quick kiss before leaving for a mission he may not come back from.

He can stitch himself up perfectly fine in the filthy bathroom of one of his safe houses.

Yet here he was, crawling in through your apartment window like something your cat would've dragged in- soaked to the bone and covered head to toe in blood.

He's almost embarressed to say that most of it is his own.

He doesn't back down when you reach out with a gentle hand after perking up at the sound of his boots hitting the ground, though.

He knows better than to deny the only love he gets.

Sure, he doesn't need your help.

But he craves it.

He craves those gentle touches that only come when the lights are so dim that your bodies are concealed.

He craves the way you put just a bit too much sugar in his coffee, telling him to have a "sweet day."

He craves the kisses you pepper all along every new scar and bruise.

He craves your love.

He craves you.

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[devotedlyandrogynousyouth]

Can you write a smut fic for dick Grayson after getting shot on a mission he’s fixed on having sexy time with the reader but she’s so worried about the fact that he just had a bullet removed she’s stressing about him being in pain but he’s literally pussy drunk and don’t care. You make it filthy if you want chocking, spanking, hair pulling even squirting. please ❤️❤️

Omg babe im so sorry I left this unanswered for so long😰 literally marry me rn

Just a Little... Please?

Injured! Dick Grayson x Reader

Woo! Smut! Here you go, horny motherfukers! Some slight warnings for choking and descriptions of a gun-related injury, choking, and female squirting

It was meant to be an easy mission, really. Get in to some warehouse suspected of housing some drugs being transferred by Black mask. Gather evidence. Get out without being caught. But nothing in the life of a vigilante is as simple as that.

It's not like he was hopelessly trapped, either- it was just some rookie mistake. He tripped a hidden alarm on the way out in literally the only spot he didn't check for secret ambushes or attacks.

And then the shots rang out.

Within mere moments, he was enturely surrounded by what could almost be called an armed militia. Amazingly, only one of the bullets really managed to do any damage, grazing right across his abdomen deep enough to need considerable medical attention.

Dick was very thankful for Bruce's overprotectiveness on that mission. If Bruce hadn't shown up when he did, Dick would undoubtedly be in a lot more trouble than he is now. Even with him being home safe, you can't stop fretting like a mother hen.

"Stay still..." You mumble, your hands skimming across the scarred skin of Dick's abdomen as you change his bandages for what's feels like the thousandth time, the imperfections and blemishes slightly raised compared to the rest of it.

But, of course, Dick doesn't listen.

"Baby, I'm fine-"

"'Fine' my ass, Mr. Grayson! You got shot," you huff out, hair falling over your eyes as you lean closer to his injuries to get a better view, your legs straddled over his thighs like they were made to be there.

"In a nearly bullet-proof costume, sweetheart," he adds, a warm hand coming up to hold your hair out of the way for you. "Besides... I've had worse."

Dick's hand in your hair tightens slightly, using it to gently tug you closer until your faces are mere inches apart. His green eyes, so like and unlike his adopted father's, bore intensely into yours with a fierce, unyielding gaze.

"Baby... I promise you, I'm okay," he murmurs, his deep voice low and soothing, even as a hint of that famous Grayson stubbornness tinged his words. "This is nothing compared to what I've been through. I've had bullets that did a lot more damage than this one."

He leans in closer, his breath ghosting over your lips, and captures your mouth in a searing kiss. It starts off soft and tender, a silent promise of his devotion and love, but quickly turns heated as his tongue delves past your lips to explore the warm cavern of your mouth. He kisses you like a man starved, like he's trying to pour every ounce of his passion and desire into the single embrace.

His other hand comes up to grip your hip, squeezing the soft flesh possessively as he pulls you flush against him. You can feel the hard, thick length of him pressing insistently against your core, separated only by the thin, stretchy material of his Nightwing suit. The heat of him bleeds through the fabric, searing your skin and making you ache with a sudden, desperate need.

Dick groans into your mouth, the sound rough and ragged as he grinds up against you, the motion making his erection throb and pulse against your clothed sex. His fingers dig into the globes of your ass, kneading and squeezing as he pulls you harder against him, the friction delicious and maddening all at once.

He breaks the kiss with a soft gasp, his chest heaving and his eyes glazed over with lust as he stares down at you. The hand in your hair falls away, only to be replaced by two fingers tracing the delicate line of your jaw, the curve of your throat, the swell of your breasts.

You let out a soft moan as Dick's fingers trace the sensitive skin of your throat, your pulse jumping beneath his touch. But even as your body responds eagerly to his ministrations, a flicker of concern crosses your face. You place your hand over his, stilling its movement as you gaze up at him with worried green eyes.

"Dick... we shouldn't. Not with your stitches so fresh," you murmur softly, biting your lower lip as you consider the risks. "I don't want to hurt you or pull anything. You need time to heal properly."

Despite your words, you make no move to pull away from him, your soft curves still pressed flush against the hard planes of his body. The heat of his erection, even through the fabric of his suit, is impossible to ignore. It makes your core throb and ache, a needy emptiness growing within you.

Dick's eyes darken further as he sees the reluctance warring with desire in your expression. A wicked smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, and he leans in to nuzzle your neck, his lips brushing against your racing pulse.

"Baby, I'm fine," he murmurs, his voice a low, seductive rumble. "I promise I won't let anything happen to my stitches. I just need you... I need to feel you, beautiful."

His hand slides down your back, coming to rest on the curve of your ass. He squeezes the soft flesh, pulling you harder against him as he rolls his hips, grinding his clothed erection against your aching core. The friction is delicious, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your nerve endings.

"Please, sweetheart... I'm begging you," he breathes against your skin, his voice rough with desire. "I need to be inside you. I need to feel your tight, wet heat surrounding me, milking my cock..."

His words, so crude and filthy, send a shudder of want through you. Your body responds eagerly, your hips rocking instinctively to meet his. But still, you hesitate, a sliver of worry lingering in your mind.

"Dick... I don't know," you whimper, even as your thighs fall open wider, giving him more room. "What if I hurt you? What if I pull something?"

Your breath hitches as Dick's fingers find your slick, swollen folds. A needy moan spills from your lips as he parts your lower lips, his fingers gliding easily through the wetness he finds there. Your hips buck slightly, seeking more of his touch, your body betraying your true desires even as your mind lingers on the risks.

"Feel how wet you are, baby?" Dick murmurs, his voice a low, seductive rumble as he circles your sensitive clit with the pad of his thumb. "Feel how much your body wants this, wants me?"

He eases a long finger inside your tight heat, pumping it slowly as his thumb continues its maddening circles on your clit. Your inner walls flutter and clench around the intrusion, drawing him in deeper. You can't help but roll your hips, meeting the thrust of his finger as a fresh gush of arousal coats his hand.

"Dick... oh god..." you whimper, your head falling back as you lose yourself in the pleasure he's giving you. Your nails dig into his shoulders, gripping the hard muscle there as you hold on for dear life.

"Let me take care of you, sweetheart," Dick breathes against your neck, his finger curling inside you to stroke that special spot that makes your toes curl. "Let me make you feel good. I promise I'll be careful... I'll make sure nothing happens to my stitches. I just need you to trust me, pretty girl."

He adds a second finger, pumping them in and out of your dripping cunt in a steady rhythm. His palm grinds against your clit with each thrust, the pressure delicious and maddening all at once. Your moans grow louder, more wanton, as your pleasure builds with every stroke of his fingers.

"Please, baby... I need you," he rasps, his voice strained with desire. "I need to feel you come apart on my cock. I need to watch these pretty tits shake as you bounce on me," he adds jokingly, giving a playful squeeze to your breast with his free hand.

Your resolve begins to crumble under Dick's relentless onslaught of pleasure and pleas. The feeling of his fingers pumping in and out of your aching core, the rough pads stroking your most sensitive spots, the way his thumb circles and flicks over your throbbing clit... it's all combining to make you dizzy with lust.

You can feel the heat of his hard, muscular body pressed against yours, the thick ridge of his erection throbbing against your hip. Your body is screaming at you to give in, to take what you so desperately need.

"Pretty girl... please..." Dick breathes against your neck, his stubble grazing your sensitive skin as he places hot, open-mouthed kisses along your throat. "I promise I'll be gentle. I promise I won't let anything happen to my stitches. I just... I need to feel you, all of you. I need to be inside your tight, perfect little pussy. I need it so fucking bad, baby."

His words, so filthy and raw with need, make your core clench hard around his pumping fingers. You're so close to the edge, your body winding tighter and tighter as your climax approaches.

"Okay... okay, Dick," you whimper, your voice breaking on a moan as he curls his fingers just right. "But you have to promise... you have to promise you'll be careful. I don't want to hurt you."

Dick lets out a low, masculine groan of triumph as you give in. He captures your mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing your moans and cries of pleasure as he eases his fingers from your dripping cunt.

"Fuck, baby... I promise. I swear I won't let anything happen to my stitches," he vows, his voice rough with desire as he practically rips your panties off your body. "I just need you to ride me, sweetheart. I need to watch these sexy tits bounce as you take what you need from my cock."

He lies back against the pillows, his blue eyes dark and intense as he stares up at you, watching as you slowly strip yourself of your bra and underwear while he shimmys just enough to pull his erection out of his suit. The tip is all red and leaking, the veins more prominent along his shaft- it's making your mouth water. One hand grips the base of his cock, stroking it slowly as he waits for you to straddle his hips.

"Come on, pretty girl... take it. Take my cock deep in this hot little cunt," he urges.

With a shuddering breath, you throw one trembling leg over Dick's hips, followed swiftly by the other. You rise up on your knees, positioning yourself above his straining erection. The thick head nudges against your slick entrance, making you both groan at the contact.

"Fuck... you're so goddamn sexy," Dick rasps, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises. "Can't believe you're mine. Can't believe I get to sink my cock into this tight little pussy whenever I want."

You sink down slowly, a low moan tearing from your throat as the broad crown breaches your entrance. Your slick walls stretch and yield, enveloping him inch by hard inch until you're fully seated on his lap.

"Oh god, Dick... you're so deep," you whimper, your inner muscles fluttering and clenching around his thick girth.

"Fuck, baby... so goddamn tight," he grunts, his hips rocking up slightly, driving him even deeper. "You feel like heaven, like you were made just for me."

You start to move, rising up until only the tip remains inside you, before sinking back down. You set a steady rhythm, finding a pace that pleases you both. The wet sounds of your coupling fill the room, joining with your moans and grunts of pleasure.

"Play with your tits, sweetheart," Dick demands, his voice strained as he watches you bounce on his cock. "I want to see these sexy tits jiggle as you fuck yourself on my dick."

You raise a hand to your chest, cupping the soft mounds in your palms. You knead them gently, your fingers sinking into the pliant flesh as you pinch and tug at your stiffening nipples.

"Yes, just like that... fuck, you're so hot," Dick groans, his pace growing faster, more urgent. "Look at you, so fucking sexy... can't believe you're all mine."

You continue your steady, sensual pace, rising up until just the tip of Dick's thick cock remains inside you, before sinking back down to take him to the hilt. Your inner walls hug his hardness like a velvet glove, growing hotter and tighter with each passing moment.

Dick's hands roam your curves, caressing and squeezing every inch of exposed skin. He takes a moment to appreciate the way your breasts bounce and sway with each roll of your hips, their soft weight captivating him. Unable to resist, he leans forward and draws one rosy nipple into his hot mouth.

"Mmm, your tits taste as good as they look," he murmurs against your skin, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak. He suckles deeply, his teeth grazing your nipple as he pulls harder. The mix of pleasure and pain sends a jolt straight to your core, making you clench tighter around his throbbing length.

One hand drifts up to wrap gently around your throat, his thumb and forefinger encircling your delicate neck. He applies the lightest pressure, not enough to truly cut off your air supply, but enough to make your heart race and your head spin. The lightheadedness only heightens your other senses, every touch and sensation feeling amplified.

"Fuck, I love seeing you like this... riding my cock, loving the way I touch you," Dick rasps, his voice a low, seductive rumble. "You're so goddamn beautiful, baby. The sexiest fucking thing I've ever seen."

He rolls his hips, thrusting up to meet your downward motion. The new angle has him hitting that special spot deep inside you with each stroke, sending waves of ecstasy radiating through your body.

You let out a breathy giggle, even as a moan catches in your throat from the intense pleasure radiating through you. Looking down at Dick with hooded eyes and a playful smirk, you teasingly scold him.

"Careful there, hotshot... keep hitting that spot so perfectly and you might just pull a stitch or two," you joke, clenching your inner muscles around his throbbing length for emphasis. "Wouldn't want to undo all that hard work I put in, hmm?"

Dick chuckles lowly, the sound sending pleasant vibrations through your connected bodies. He releases your nipple with a parting nip, his lips curling into a roguish grin as he looks up at you.

"Worried about me, sweetheart? I'm touched," he quips, his tone dripping with mock sincerity. "But don't you know? A little pain only makes the pleasure feel even better..."

To illustrate his point, he rolls his hips particularly hard, grinding against that sensitive bundle of nerves deep inside you. The sensation steals your breath away, your nails digging into his shoulders as you cling to him.

"Besides," he continues, his hand on your throat tightening just a fraction as he pulls you down for a searing kiss. "I'd say a few pulled stitches would be well worth the reward of feeling this perfect pussy squeezing the cum out of me."

He captures your mouth, swallowing your moans as he kisses you deeply. His tongue delves past your lips to stroke along yours, the kiss turning filthy and heated within seconds.

When he finally pulls back, you're both left panting and flushed, your chests heaving against each other. The hand on your throat slides down to your breast, kneading the soft mound roughly before pinching and tugging at your nipple.

"Now be a good girl and keep riding me just like this," Dick demands, his voice a low, seductive growl. "I want to feel you shake apart on my dick, want to watch you come undone above me."

You smirk playfully at Dick's bold words, even as a shiver runs through you at the thought of bringing him to the edge. Leaning down, you press your lips to his in a slow, sensual kiss, pouring all your desire and affection into the embrace.

"Only if you promise to keep being a good boy and being careful with these stitches," you murmur against his mouth, my voice low and teasing. "I don't want to have to play nurse again anytime soon."

Rolling your hips in a slow, steady rhythm, you relish the feeling of Dick's hard length sliding in and out of your tight, slick channel. Your inner muscles flutter and clench around him, growing hotter and tighter with each passing moment.

As you continue to ride him, you feel a familiar heat building deep in your core. Your movements become a bit more urgent, a bit more needful, as your climax approaches. You can tell by the way Dick's breathing grows ragged and his grip on your hips tightens that he's just as close to the edge.

"Come on, baby... cum for me," Dick groans, his voice strained with pleasure. "I want to feel this sweet little cunt squeeze my cock as you scream my name."

His thumb finds your clit, rubbing quick, rough circles over the sensitive nub. At the same time, he thrusts up hard and deep, grinding against that special spot inside you that makes your toes curl.

The dual stimulation proves to be too much, and with a sharp cry, you come undone above him. Your inner walls clamp down around Dick's throbbing length, fluttering and rippling as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over you.

"Fuck... That's it, baby... cum on my cock," Dick snarls, his hips piston up into you as he chases his own release. A few more hard, deep thrusts and he's coming with a guttural groan, his hot seed spurting deep inside you and painting your insides white.

The sticky fluid practically drips out of you, finding its way down between the crease of his emptied balls in a little stream. It's so warm and pearly, practically covering both of your pelvises. In all honesty, a lot of that fluid is probably from you, too.

Everything feels like its buzzing, even as Dick gently pulls you down by your shoulders to press both of your chests together. Both of your bodies are covered in sweat, and you can only imagine the stinging sensation he must have from the stitches under his bandages.

"I'm here, pretty girl," he whispers before you even have the chance to move, arms wrapping around you tight to keep you pressed as close to him as possible. "My stitches are fine... Thank you, gorgeous," he mutters, pressing light, hot kisses on your neck and beneath your ears.

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