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[kkeidawrites]

How could you…? I am so ill…this was so good and sad and felt…so good

GROWING PAINS — J. TODD

➠ jason todd x blk!batmom!reader

➠ mulan’s input; jason’s origin + a motherly figure = NO ONES GONNA HURT YOU AGAIN BABY! (i luv emotional pain! SUE ME!)

➠ cw; arkham knight!jason’s backstory, ptsd, angst to fluff

YOU WERE GLAD TO JUST have him back. it took him a while to return to the manor, but you’d gladly tidied up his childhood room. you left a box in there for him—his choice what to keep or toss.

yeah, it made a small, sharp ache in your chest when you saw the box sitting outside his closed door. right on top was the batman plushie bruce won for him at the carnival, back in his early robin days.

oh those robin days…

you pressed your lips to your palm as you flipped through the photo album—so many cherished memories. some were from dates with bruce in other countries, but most were right here in gotham. there were a few of dick playing pranks on alfred—you truly felt sorry for the unruly boys he had to deal with— then the photo of dick meeting jason for the first time.

he’d been so malnourished when you all met him—tiny like a finch, personality loud like a macaw, but tender and sensitive as a newborn kiwi. he was your baby. he’d latched onto you so quickly.

your fingers traced softly over the photo of you cupping his cheek, him smiling back—big, toothy, and full of love. he used to love being under your touch. whether it was washing his hair after a dirty patrol or him curling up next to you while you read—you were his safe haven.

heavy footsteps echoed from down the hall across the polished wood of the manor.

he stood in the doorway—sweats and a sweatshirt slightly too small clinging to his now-developed frame. he leaned there, lax but unreadable, eyes on you.

“hey, mom…” he said quietly, sapphire eyes watching you.

you looked up from the album, staring at him in silence. he was different in every way. the last time you saw him, he was seventeen and a little scrawny. now? a 22-year-old bodybuilder with a gaze like winter. still, part of you believed that little boy was in there, somewhere.

you blinked back to reality, noticing how he fidgeted under your gaze. your eyes dropped from the photo to the man before you, and nostalgia swelled in your chest. at that moment, you realized—you and jason hadn’t touched once since he moved back in.

gently, you placed the album aside on the coffee table and crossed the room in three strides.

“hey, baby…” you cooed softly, smiling. a dusting of pink bloomed on his ears.

“alfred said you needed me for somethin’, ma?” his voice was soft, almost warm. but you saw it—that quiet resentment lurking in the corners

“I just wanted to check on you…” you said, tilting your head, eyes catching the edge of a scar that peeked from the shadows of his gauze. instinctively, your hand rose to his cheek. however, he flinched back before your fingers could even make contact.

“don’t,” he said quietly, but firm.

and just like that, the softness vanished. his face hardened, and he walked away without another word.

he was different.

you knew why—at least, partly. bruce wouldn’t let you see the file. wouldn’t tell you what exactly happened to your boy, especially with the footage

it burned —worse than any grease or hot oil that had ever kissed your skin. to see him change so completely, to watch that sweet, smiling boy vanish and be replaced by this guarded, bitter man… it hurt in a place too deep to bandage.

the fury that consumed him whenever he clashed with bruce or dick—you hated to admit it—was frightening. not because he was aggressive. no, that wasn’t it.

it was frightening because it was deeper than anger.

it was pain. raw, buried pain that ran bone-deep.

and yet, you were still stuck at the surface, scratching at the walls, because jason wouldn’t—or maybe couldn’t—let himself relive whatever happened in that abandoned wing.

knowing that he was suffering mentally, and still refused to acknowledge it aloud to you—you, his safe haven—wounded you in a way words couldn’t touch.

so you sought help from other sources—well, forces, to be exact.

“you sure you don’t want me to come with you?” jason asked again, concern etched into that hardened face of his. “yeah, it’s always a pleasure to see zatanna perform” dick added with a grin. you appreciated the concern from your boys and almost bought in for them coming with how pouty dick looked. “i promise to come out this ladies’ night. and besides,” you smirked, slipping on your coat, “i doubt you two want to be surrounded by a bunch of thirsty cougars all night.”

“but it’s almost midnight though” jason protest as both boys were hot on your trail. “are you trying to give me a curfew, jason peter todd?” you threw him a playful glare, and dick burst out laughing at the light scolding.

when you all reached the front door, you turned on your heel to face them. for a moment, it was like déjà vu.

you didn’t see the men that stood before you.

you saw your rebellious 18 year old and his even more troublesome 12 year old brother.

my… how your boys have grown

“i’m going to be fine boys. take care of bruce while i’m out. he’s been down in the cave since evening” you said, tying a knot in your belt “yall hear me?”

they just stood silent —worry written across both faces.

“did i make myself clear?” you repeated, a brow arched.

“yes ma’am” they answered in unison, unintentionally ironic—and it made your heart smile.

“i won’t be out too late. i promise” you reassured both of them, but it was more for jason. that icy gaze lingered on you for a moment longer before turning and heading back upstairs— the opposite direction of where the batcave’s hidden entrance was. you looked to dick and lowered your voice, “please make sure they don’t destroy anything while i’m gone”

“i’ll try my best, ma” he huffed a quiet laugh, leaning in to kiss your cheek.

—

“thank you for being such a marvelous crowd,” zatanna beamed, waving to the audience. “and if you see a white bunny hopping around please return him back. he’ll chew through your baseboards if you take him home” the crowd chuckled, and then—whoosh—a dramatic swirl of purple smoke engulfed her. when it cleared, she was gone, earning one last round of applause.

you clapped as well but from the corner of your eye you seen the fluffy escapee a few feet from you. you weaved through tables before reaching him and carefully scooping him up. “time to return you to your missus… constantine” you whispered with a smirk

it didn’t take long to find her dressing room. you balled your fist to knock, but the door eased open for you. you stepped inside.

there she was—zatanna zatara, brushing lint off her top hat at her vanity. her posture was relaxed, but her aura buzzed with power. “i believe this belongs to you, miss zatara?” you crouched down, placing one last kiss on an ear and scratching the bunny’s head before letting him hop towards her.

zatanna smiled at you through the mirror, then rose from her chair. “mrof lanigiro sih ot enitnatsnoc nruter return constantine to his original form”

a poof of purple smoke—and the bunny was gone. in his place stood constantine, blonde and smug as ever, already lighting a cigarette.. “i promise to not tell bats about that little smooch, darling” he winked towards you before pulling out a pack of cigarettes and plucking one into his mouth

zatanna rolled her eyes. “thank you for coming out tonight, y/n. it’s sooo good to see you” she thanked sincerely

“it was great being here. fantastic performance, as always”

“i surprised the boys allowed you out of their sight” he chimed in, puffing smoke lazily. his eyes lingered just a second too long.

you fidgeted slightly under his gaze.

“about them…” you started, shifting your coat a little.

your voice softened.

“i need a favor, z”

zatanna’s smile faded as she picked up on the shift in your tone. “what kind of favor?” she asked gently, though she already had some idea.

you exhaled, eyes dropping for a moment before lifting to meet hers. “i need to see what happened to him. to jason. the truth—the parts bruce won’t talk about, and jason refuses to let me near.”

zatanna’s brows creased. her fingers drummed softly on the vanity.

“i was hoping you could… do something. let me in. not to interfere, just… to understand.”

before she could answer, constantine cut in with a sharp scoff.

“bloody hell, you want her to what? go rooting around in the lad’s memories?” he said, flicking ash into an empty cup. “that’s like going through a man’s personal drawer, love. violates all kinds of moral lines—spiritual ones too, if you care about that sort of thing.”

his voice wasn’t harsh—just firm. protective, in his own sideways way. “you don’t open up someone’s trauma like a damn photo album.”

you turned to him, and though your voice was steady, the ache in it made the room go still.

“i am his mother.”

that shut him up quick.

you took a slow step forward, hands folded in front of you—not defensive, but resolved.

“i don’t need to fix it. i don’t want to judge it. i just want to understand what happened to my baby that makes him flinch when i reach for him. that makes him lash out randomly towards father and brother. that makes him look like he’s wearing someone else’s skin. i can’t keep loving him from the outside of a locked door.”

zatanna watched you with wide, softening eyes.

“if I can feel the weight he’s carrying—even just a piece of it—i’ll know how to carry it with him. that’s all i’ve ever wanted as his mom. to carry the hard stuff with him.”

constantine sighed through his nose, rubbing the bridge of it.

“you know it won’t be pretty.”

“it already isn’t,” you replied quietly.

zatanna finally nodded, her voice low but steady. “there’s a spell I can use. it won’t change anything—it’ll only let you witness. you’ll be a shadow in the memory. no one will see or hear you. including jason.”

“that’s all i need,” you said, already steadying yourself.

she motioned for you to sit at the vanity and began drawing a sigil in the mirror with glowing blue energy, lips already moving in slow incantation.

her gloved fingertips brushing over the glass with reverence, like she was wiping away time itself. the reflection shimmered, distorting slightly as if the glass had become liquid mercury.

“this mirror is a tether,” she explained softly. “old magic runs through it. it’s seen things. held memories. reflected truths people refused to face.”

you sat down beside her, heart in your throat. you could feel the air shift—the hairs on your arms rising as the room dimmed just slightly, the colors draining like old ink from paper. zatanna’s voice dropped into a low chant,

“dnim sih ni deirub hturt eht em wohs! show me the truth buried in his mind.”

the symbols reappeared—this time inside the mirror. they spiraled inward like a whirlpool, glowing brighter and brighter until the mirror wasn’t a mirror anymore.

it was a window.

a faint image began to form—dark concrete walls, a rusted light fixture, and a flicker of movement in the corner. the angle shifted, as though the mirror was no longer reflecting, but watching.

zatanna placed a calming hand on your shoulder. “once you step forward, you’ll become part of the memory. you won’t be able to speak, only watch. you’ll feel some of what he felt—but not all. you’d never come back whole if you did.”

you nodded, voice steady despite the storm inside you. “i understand.” constantine muttered something under his breath and stood back with his arms crossed, cigarette long forgotten in his hand.

“you’re braver than most,” he said, not quite looking at you. you met zatanna’s gaze one last time. “will he know i was there?”

“no,” she said gently. “but maybe... he’ll feel it. somewhere deep, along with other forces.”

you rose and stepped closer to the mirror. the glass rippled like water as your hand passed through it. a sudden chill swept up your spine as you felt yourself pulled inward and the room vanished.

the cold hit you first.

not a chill, but something deeper—damp, stale, like rot sitting behind concrete walls. you blinked as color and sound bled into focus. your feet didn’t touch the ground. you were floating just above it, like a tethered spirit. the room was dim, flickering with the dull buzz of a single overhead bulb swaying lazily on a frayed cord.

it looked like a bunker… no, a cage. a prison.

your eyes adjusted—and you saw him.

jason, but he was just a boy.

just 17. shackled to a metal chair, arms raw from the cuffs, his black domino mask half-torn, smeared with blood and sweat. his breathing was shallow—panic laced with exhaustion. his mouth hung open slightly like he had screamed himself hoarse.

you stepped closer, a silent witness, your hands trembling as you reached for him by instinct—even though you knew you’d pass right through.

your heart thundered and, then came the voice.

“he keeps calling for you, you know”

that voice.

the joker

he slinked in from the shadows like a grotesque phantom—grinning, suited, and covered in filth. his eyes gleamed with delighted cruelty.

“mom… he says. ma—mommy…! like it’s some kind of magic word!”

“kinda breaks your heart, doesn’t it? kinda breaks your heart, doesn’t it?”

he dragged a chair across the floor, the screech of it piercing your skull. he plopped down lazily across from jason, casually twirling a bloody crowbar between his gloved fingers.

“you should’ve seen the way he cried, cupcake. not for bats. not even for dear old dad. just for you.”

your knees gave out, and if you’d had a real body, you would’ve collapsed. you felt every word like broken glass in your chest. your arms ached to hold your son. your skin screamed with the phantom memory of his tiny hand clinging to yours at twelve years old, afraid of thunderstorms. the way he used to tuck himself beneath your arm on bad patrol nights.

and now… now he was barely alive in front of you.

jason twitched in the chair, still trying to be strong. still fighting. a soft, cracked whisper left his lips—

“she’s not… gonna stop… looking…”

your vision blurred with tears. he had never stopped believing in you.

the joker leaned forward, the crowbar resting against his shoulder like a lover. “you hear that? your boy still thinks you’re coming. how precious is that?”

he stood and moved behind Jason, whispering like a demon coiling in your ear.

“too bad they’ll never find you in time. no bat. no mom. just me”

then came the swing.

the crowbar cracked against jason’s shoulder. he didn’t scream. he just flinched and breathed heavy through his nose.

you felt that strike—sharp, radiating, as if it landed on your own ribs.

“still quiet, eh? well, we’ll fix that.”

another swing.

then another.

each blow landed with a sickening thud, and though you couldn't touch him, you wanted to scream. Your hands moved uselessly, clawing at the air. tears streamed down your face as you watched your son break and never once beg for mercy.

the boy you remembered—full of fire and snark—was now a hollow, bleeding vessel held together by sheer will.

your baby.

zatanna’s voice echoed in the distance like thunder from another plane—

“y/n, it’s time—time to come back—

but you didn’t want to.

you wanted to stay. to rip through time and space and pull him out of that chair.

then jason turned his head—slowly, painfully. his eyes, bloodshot and barely open, looked straight through you.

and for a second—just one second—you felt it…

he knew you were there.

your breath caught as the memory rippled, the mirror-world cracking around you like ice underfoot.

you were yanked out of the vision with a violent pull—

—and came crashing back into zatanna’s dressing room, gasping like you had just surfaced from drowning. Your lungs burned as you staggered back from the mirror, a sharp gasp tearing from your throat. the cool air of the dressing room hit your sweat-slicked skin like ice.

zatanna was by your side at an instant, her hands steadying you even as yours trembled. “i’m okay,” you choked out, voice barely above a whisper.

but you weren’t. god, you weren’t.

constantine hovered a few feet away, his expression almost-eerily sober. the usual smirk was gone, replaced by something closer to respect… and pity.

zatanna helped you to your feet, brushing a strand of braid from your damp forehead.

“y/n… you didn’t have to watch all of that,” she whispered.

you nodded, throat raw. “yes, I did.”

she looked like she wanted to say more, but held her tongue. instead, she handed you a bottle of water, which you barely remembered taking, and walked you to the back exit. you forced a quiet smile for her and constantine both, just enough to assure them you were “fine.”

“thank you so much” you said, hugging zatanna tightly—because you couldn’t hug him. not yet.

then you walked to your car with steady, practiced steps.

you didn’t break.

not when you started the engine.

not when your fingers gripped the wheel so tightly your knuckles turned bone white.

not when the joker’s words echoed in your mind again: “ he keeps calling for you, you know ”

but once you turned the corner, leaving the club’s lights behind, it all cracked.

a sob escaped you—sharp and strangled. you slapped a hand over your mouth to quiet it, but the tears broke through fast, hot, and violent. you barely saw the road through them, only catching glimpses of traffic lights as your shoulders heaved.

you remembered his voice in that room. how broken it sounded. how he still clung to you like a lifeline even when hope was bleeding out of him.

“my baby… my baby boy,” you gasped out, shaking as the weight of it all slammed into you.

you didn’t remember most of the drive. only that your chest felt hollow by the time the manor came into view.

the car rolled to a stop in the driveway.

and there, under the soft glow of the front lights, you broke completely.

you slumped against the steering wheel, arms limp, sobbing so hard it hurt. not pretty tears. not gentle mourning. ugly, gutting grief—the kind only a mother can know when she’s found out too late just how much her child suffered.

you cried for every moment you weren’t there. for every wound you hadn’t kissed. for every scream he swallowed while shackled in the dark.

and when your tears slowed, you whispered it like a vow;

“i’m going to help you, jason. I don’t care how long it takes. i’m gonna bring my baby back.”

the night was still around you.

inside, the manor was quiet. you closed the door gently behind you, wiping your face one last time before kicking off your shoes and padding softly down the hallway.

the house echoed a little more than usual tonight.

you moved toward the kitchen, guided by habit—and the faint scent of chocolate.

the overhead light buzzed dimly to life as you stepped in. on the marble island sat a small plate of cookies, slightly misshapen, still warm.

beside them was a note in dick’s familiar scrawl:

“ ma

thought you might need something sweet tonight.

don’t worry, they’re not burned :) — D ”

a laugh broke in your throat, tangled in the sob you fought to hold back. you brought a hand to your lips, eyes shining again.

damn that boy and his soft heart.

you sat down slowly at the counter, dizzy with exhaustion—grief still fresh in your bones. the last few hours played again behind your eyes like an old film reel— jason’s broken body, his voice whispering for you, the look in his eyes at the end.

your head felt heavy with all the new memories, you just let your head hang and your fingers curled around the edge of the island for grounding.

then came a voice from behind the shadows

“didn’t know we were out of milk.”

you jolted slightly, head snapping toward the pantry door. jason leaned there, arms crossed, one bare foot tapping lazily against the tile. his hair was tousled, and his hoodie hung loose over his frame, like he hadn’t meant to be seen.

the silence between you was thick. electric.

he watched you with those guarded blue eyes—quiet, cautious. but not angry. not tonight.

you turned away quickly, wiping your face again though you knew it was useless now. “i didn’t mean to wake anyone,” you murmured. “i—i just felt a little dizzy and needed something sweet.”

jason’s eyes flicked to the cookies, then back to you. “dick’s handiwork,” he muttered. “he always makes too many.”

you nodded, blinking back the tears threatening to return.

he took a step forward, then another. still watching. still unreadable.

“ma.. you okay?”

and then, you couldn’t hold it anymore.

“i’m sorry.”

the words left your lips like a broken prayer.

jason’s brows drew together. “what?”

you looked up at him, face crumpling. “i’m so sorry, baby. i didn’t know—i didn’t know what happened to you. i didn’t know how bad it was.”

he stared at you—frozen in place.

“ma… what are you talking about?”

but he knew. you saw it in the way his mouth pressed into a line, in the way his fists clenched just slightly at his sides. in the way he didn’t say "you shouldn’t have found out."

“i’m so sorry i wasn’t there,” you whispered. “i would’ve moved heaven and hell to find you. i should have found you.”

his jaw ticked silently, like the words were caught between instinct and emotion. however, his eyes—those beautiful, hurt eyes—glimmered with something softer than before. he took another step toward you.

“i’m here now,” he said, low. “that’s what matters.”

“but you’re hurting,” you said, voice cracking. “and you won’t even let me touch you anymore. that kills me.”

he looked up, adam’s apple bobbing whilst breathing through his nose—his walls twitching under the weight of your words.

“you’re the only thing i didn’t hate when i was down there,” he said quietly, almost like he was talking to himself. “and after… i didn’t think i deserved to have that again.”

the silence returned—but this time it felt different. like the gap between you wasn’t uncrossable anymore.

you rose from the stool slowly and stepped around the counter. he didn’t move.

“i don’t care what they did to you, jason. you’re mine. my boy. my baby and nothing can make me stop loving you.”

he blinked, lashes damp.

and this time, when you reached out, he didn’t flinch away.

he let you place your hand gently against his cheek, and though he didn’t lean in right away, he didn’t pull back.

it was a start.

[kkeidawrites]

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 | +18, mdni, plus!size reader, might be a little unhinged!reader, Arkham Knight's partner in crime, established relationship, pet names: mama, doll, darling love, baby, daddy, mentions of exhibitionism, masturbation (p and v), fucking in the office, creampie, protected sex (reader is on the pill), ignore any errors.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 | this one was kinda poopy, didnt really like it but made it anyway. like, comment, reblog.

Surprised to find you...

In his office...

Naked...

Bent over onto his desk...

The swell of your tits pressed against it, to the curve of your sweet assー his eyes followed where your chocolate legs were spread wide for the whole world to see.

With one hand displayed on top of the dark oakwood and the other nestled between your thick luscious thighsー he noticed how your delicate fingers played deliberately slow with your pussy.

Moaning whimpering his name, he watched with smug how your pussy gradually and greedily swallowed your two middle fingers.

Thrusting them in and out. A bewitching drawled out "oh~" is heard with a roll of your eyes. In deep addicting bliss and fixation, you concentrated on the feeling building from within.

Consistent and imaginative, thoughts of his own thick and long fingers thrusting deep inside made you yearn for him even more.

Heavy, slow strokes. Deep shallow breathes. His thumb pressed to your clit, rubbing light circular motions against your bud with little regard of stopping. You could hear his deep husky voice ringing in your ears, speaking with such sweetness that it turns your insides out. Your fingers start to scissor yourself, feeling how your gummy walls contract around them, your juices gushing from your hole, drenching your fingers with a pretty glossy shine. "Ohhh, fuck daddy~" You'd moan shamelessly, rocking your hips back and forth on your hand.

You were too deep in thought and concentration to even care if any of his men walked in on you. If they did, they would probably be too stunned to say anything, to blink an eye, or say a word.

In fact, you were sure if they saw you in this state, they would simply just stand there and watch. That look of shock on their faces would amuse you. The idea of them just watching you chase your high would actually turn you on. You would speak with such authority. Sultriness to your voice, sexily moving yourself on top of the desk to lean back on one hand with one foot placed on top of the desk.

Legs spread wide for them to see. You would look at them with such softness in your eyes, still bewitching and placed in a trance, observing how your fingers work their magic like they usually do. You would innocently tilt your head to the side, your bottom lip caught between your teeth as their gaze land on your needy cunt, clenching and sucking your fingers deeper and deeper. And while you spoke of raunchy, compelling words. You would whine, pout and coo about how your fingers weren't long or thick enough, that you needed a little bit more. You would treat them as submissive little playthings for your own entertainment, asking if they would like to touch you, to have a taste, would they like to fuck you right here right now?

Undoubtedly, you wouldn't give them any.

Oh, no pookie, you weren't that crazy!

However...

You would be such a tease.

Realistically, if someone were to catch you in this position, it would not be pretty for them.

Oh yeah no they would most definitely get their heads blown off by the one person they fear the most.

Your loving darling Arkham Knight.

Oh yeah, he fasho would be hella pissed. So pissed to the point his blood would literally boil beneath his skin. He wouldn't bat an eye. He wouldn't say a word. He would simply just pull out that large silver black pistol and shoot him point blank in the middle of his skull.

And you?

You would just innocently sit back and carry on, smirking like a lunatic. You wouldn't find any of it alarming or scary...no, in actuality, your twisted ass would find it fucking hot.

To see your manー possessive, demanding, controlling and selfish in so many waysー get so easily pissed at another having the audacity to stand there and watch you fuck yourself and think they might have a chance to touch you was mind blowing.

Because yeah, fuck all that shit.

Ain't nobody laying a finger on you while he's around. And he's gonna make sure everybody and they mama knew that.

He was gonna be here for a good hot ass minute.

You're his, and his alone. You ain't going nowhere.

And you loved that part about him, you loved that he wants you, needs you, that he was an asshole to anyone and everyone that wasn't you. And that's the thingー It's the asshole in him that makes you weak in the knees, it's the asshole in him that makes you want to cum continuously to show just how fucked up he's got you.

Most would ask, "YoUr tHaT DoWn BaD fOr A dErAnGeD mAn?ー"

YES!

YES, YOU ARE THAT DOWN BAD FOR A DERANGED MAN!!!

But he wasn't just any deranged man, he was your deranged man, and you were proud of that. You would kill a bitch for him.

Honestly, nobody could tell you shit.

He lives rent free in your head, you would practically do just about anything for him and vice versa.

He takes care of you, and you take care of him.

You fight side by side, at each other's hips constantly. If there was ever a day where you two were separated, it would feel weird, it would feel like something was missing.

Love (if you wanna call it that) made you blind.

"F-Fuck, right there, m'so close, baby."

You were so close, so close to giving your heart throbbing core the release it's been begging for, the intense orgasm you've been craving for hours since you got here. Since you saw your man in his new suit, all muscle, bulky and massive, hovering over you at his 6 foot something self, smelling like gunpowder and cologne.

God, you were so fucking close.

And when you thought you had it, when you thought you felt it coming you suddenly felt a firm grip along your hips, warm leathered covered gloves. You gasp in shock, ready to react.

As your quickness allows you to grab a knife and twist your body to stab whoever was behind you, you were then startled by their comeback. They were faster, taking a hold of your wrist with a smug smirk and light twinkle in their blue eyes, the scar along their left cheek rising just a little.

You pause and sigh, noticing it's him.

A deep chuckle rumbles inside his chest when he watches your eyes roll in annoyance, relaxing in his hold after planting the knife back on the desk.

"Mm, did I scare you?" You hear the smirk in his voice planting a loving kiss near your ear and at the side of your face. His large hands slithering past your abdomen, up your torso to grope at your heavy tits. He could practically feel and hear your heart beat fast through your ribcage.

"Scared?" You scoff leaning back into him, "More like startled."

"I was close to coming, Jason." You whined, giving him a glare. Still in his Arkham knight attire, you noticed his vibrant blue helmet was settled on top of the filing cabinet.

"Mm, you know I could help you with that, if you'd like me to?"

You deadpan at him, turning your head a little to feel the tip of his nose nudge at your cheek, "Why ask when you know damn well you're going to do it anyways?"

"Hm," He shrugs. "You always said I needed to be more of a gentleman with you, so..." He quirks a brow at the idea.

"Aw, how sweet" Your voice was a mixture of sarcasm and sweetness as you gave him a fake smile and a light pat to his cheek. "But you're still an asshole, Todd." You stated with a serious look.

"But you love every bit of it, don't you?" Jason challenges, pulling back to look at you.

"Hm," You hum with a shrug, "I guess..."

His lips smack, deadpanning. "And that's why you were just fingering yourself at the thought of me. You love that I'm an asshole, darling." His words were confident, too confident. Only because he knew you like the back of his hand. He knew you couldn't deny that side of him, that's what got you hooked in the first place. You can deny it all you want but deep down inside you know it's true.

You make a stank face, nose scrunched in irritation turning forward with a roll of your eyes, "I can't help that it's a turn on." You huffed with a pout. "It's sexy when you get all mad."

Your justification made his head shake amusingly. Smirking, he plants a quick kiss to your cheek before pulling away.

"Oh, I know, darling."

When you feel his warmth disappear, your head turns to see him stood by the safe. Unstrapping his utility belt and placing it inside, along with any other dangerous items─ he seals it shut with a sound of a click, notifying him that it's lock.

He took his time in the bathroom washing, sanitizing and drying his hands before his boots clicked against the floor again. Making his way towards you, your lashes bashed at him cutely.

"How was it?"

"Annoying, don't wanna talk about it."

His hand wraps securely around your neck pulling you in for a wet sloppy kiss out of greed and desperation. Tongue and all, he presses himself against you to feel your ass grind at the pronounced tent in his cargo pants.

His other hand sneaks past your abdomen inching closer to your lower region. Brushing between your warm folds, playing with your silk, he draws circles along your clit, moving his middle finger up and down and pinches it between his fingers. You moan between kisses, "You didn't lock the door..." your hand brushes up past his jaw to the nape of his neck, your fingers curling into his hair, he groans, "They know better," before giving you one last kiss to then pull away.

You hummed in understanding.

The sound of a zipper and belt unbuckling is heard.

He grunts watching as his hand, wrapped delicately around himself, give slow, warm strokes along his dick. Observing the small veins pulsate in anticipation. Swollen tip flushed in pretty pink, leaked with precum rolling down the side of his length.

You feel him shift. His large hand presses you forward to lean on the desk, automatically spreading your legs apart for him like the good girl you are. He pulls your left ass cheek apart noticing how the arousal gave your pussy a pretty shine before pressing his tip against you.

Moaning at the subtle contact of his dick dragging along the center of your clit, you whine at the play between your folds. Teasingly dragging it up and down, slapping it to send a vibration. You listen to the squelching sounds of your sexes meeting fill the room while he collects your juices. Reaching towards your succulent hole, with gradual precision, he pushes himself deep inside of you.

Startled, your eyes go wide at the size of him.

"Mm, fuck you're so gotdamn tight." He curses underneath his breath, watching how you slowly swallow him further in. The girth of him stretching you out, filling you up completely brings your mouth to part a little in silent shock.

Was he always this... massive?! Did he get..? Nah that can't be─ oh my god!

Because he was so tall, he practically hovered over you like a damn skyscraper, and as he embraced you in his warmth and security, you felt him plant kissed at the end of your earlobe. He's attentive to the way your lower set of lips continue to flutter around him, noticing how you try to adjust to his size. "You okay?"

"Y-yes, I just...don't remember you being this.. big." You moaned hesitantly at the small thrust he gives you.

"Well...it has been a minute, love."

Yeah, you're right, it has. It's been a hot ass minute since you both fucked, but gotdamn did you feel forgetful. You felt like you should already know this by now, you should be used to this, but for some odd reason you couldn't.

"How you want it, baby?" He asks through grunts starting to move a little. You nearly shiver at the sound of his voice, an octave lower than usual, sultry and dangerous, kissing at your shoulder soothingly for it to only send goosebumps down your spine. "Surprise me." You blurted out on the fly, not really caring about the speed right now as you just really wanted him to start moving.

Jason obliges, for once in his life, not really in the mood to bicker with you as he already had enough of that dealing with his men. At first his thrusts were slow and gentle, careful to not hurt you as he had noticed you were still a little tense. Mind, body and soul were not fully there, you couldn't really focus as your mind was just...blown.

"Relax, love."

"Fuck, I'm trying but you're just so damn big!" You gawked brows knitting together.

As much as Jason wanted to derail your ass right now and demand you to relax, he opts out of that knowing his ass would get cut. He couldn't talk to you any kind of way, knowing that would possibly get him killed. And he'll admit...you're crazier than he is. Which is concerning say the least.

"Do I need to pull out?"

"Noooo~" You whine with pout, feeling your head lean back onto his shoulder with your eyes fluttered close, "j-just keep going, please~"

He smiles a little at your determination but still had concern in his voice as he spoke. "I don't want to hurt you though."

"Y-You're not I just...shit, need to get used to you, that's all."

"Hm." He wanted to argue, he really did, but you were persistent. You realize he wasnt moving like before, deciding to pull away from each other, you turn to face him instead.

You're sat on top of the desk now with your legs wrapped around his waist ushering for him to come closer. You reassure him with kisses, wrapping your arms around his neck, telling him that it's okay and that he just needed to take his time till you felt comfortable. And he would sigh with a simple "okay" before sliding himself carefully inside of you again.

"Just tell me when it's too much, I'll stop, okay?"

"O-Okay."

Kissing between your shoulder and neck, he nibbles and suckles at your flesh leaving deep love bites to mark his territory. Large veiny hands gripping at the fat of your hips, you gradually lax within his hold, hands placed at the middle of his back you could feel every bone and muscle flex benath the palm of your hands, your moans were louder, more fluid, flowing beautifully like a siren's melody as you fall deeper and deeper into his silky rhythmic thrusts. You gasp when you feel his calloused hands grope at your ass, pushing you further to the edge, allowing his hips to swivel closer and closer to your sweet spot. The subtle touch of his tip gradually brushing pass your gspot sends a cluster of whimper moans through you.

"J-Jason~"

"Mhmm, there you go baby." He says, starting to switch up his pace, "Thats it, you're getting there."

"Mm's-shit."

With one hand planted against the desk and the other wrapped around you, he cradles you, nestling his face in the crook of your neck enjoying the journey of bliss as he acknowledges how warm and tight you are around him, "feel so good, mama, so good." He says sweetly giving you sudden, short deliberate, hard strokes to your pussy, listening to how your shared juices gush from around his dick soaking around your thighs and onto the desk. Your nails were embedded i into his skin, dragging down his back at the intensive thrusts he was giving your greedy cunt. Your honeyed whimpers and broken moans fill his ear to the gradual fulfillment of his dick pervading and consuming every inch of you after each thrust.

your lips indulged in a slow passionate kiss, one that was of no rush, that was deep and sultry, his long tongue invaded your mouth, playing with yours while you made out sloppily. Your body felt so...hot, burning to be exact as if someone just lit your whole body on fire, from the contact of his rough hands traveling up your thighs to firmly hold you by the hips. Instructing you, "Bring your legs up for me, doll." Hands gripping at the back of your knees, legs spread wide, you leaned back on your hands gawking at the way his dick fucks you harder at a quicker pace.

"Ohh, fuck, baby!~" your head lulls back, gasping out a deep moan when feel his swollen tip press at your cervix continuously without a beat.

"Such a good girl, such a fucking good girl." He grunts, "all mine, all. fucking. mine."

His thrusts were mean, slamming into you on purpose to feel that vibration shoot through your clit. He fucks you more harder, ruthlessly giving you just about anything to make you crack.

Skin smacking skin, he grows sloppy as he's getting closer to the edge. Praising you with his hands wrapped around the plush of your thighs, he kneads at the flesh concentrating on the way you grow tense, pussy lips clenching around him with each harsh thrust to see a creamy liquid start to paint along his dick.

Without warning, he comes right behind you. Riding out the orgasm the rest of the way before pulling out of you with a huff.

The sound of a ring is heard, groaning he reaches for his phone in the back pocket of his pants to see it's an unknown number.

His face twists in annoyance, recognizing who it is.

"I gotta go." he sighs getting himself together.

Your eyes roll, watching how he swiftly grabs his belt and other weapons. "Seriously?" he steps to you giving you a warning look.

"Don't start."

"Naw fuck you, you're always so quick to ditch me for them, but when I fucking do it, it's a fucking problem." You say feeling your blood boil.

"I said, don't." He grabs ahold of your jaw, glaring into your own, watching how your stubbornness and anger pools into your irises. Forcing you to look at him, you sat there with a pissed with your arms crossed. "I'll be backー" he says giving a lingering kiss before pulling away.

"I promise."

"Mhm." You look away from him, starting to get dressed.

"Fix that shit, y/n, before I come back or I'll fuck it right outta ya and you know i will."

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She’s gorgeous!

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characther I made for my castlevania obsession (I'm so normal about it) she's turned out so pretty ≧◡≦

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I’ll Take You (Part One)

Alucard x Reader Mini Series

It had been another day of traveling for Alucard. He’d rather his feet be aching from walking than spending another second talking to dolls he had made of his friends. He found himself in a major city in Europe this evening, which made sense, starting this journey almost a month ago.

“I’m sure there’s plenty to do in a city as lively as this one.” He mumbles to himself, making a brief stop to scan the flyers on the town bulletin board.

“Traveling musicians from the West Indies… it would be a good idea to hear some music. I’ve been talking to myself for far too long. Social interaction would be good.”

Making his way to the tavern, he hears a distinctive song being sung by a perplexing voice. He had never heard anything like it. He follows the tantalizing sound of a woman’s voice, no an angels voice. The sound gracing his ears the closer he got to it. He finally laid his eyes on the source, your skin glistening in the moon light as you sang notes as softly as birds do. Alucard couldn’t tell if he was more amazed by your beauty or your ability to sing so impeccably. As the last note left your mouth, you opened your eyes. Immediately gasping, not expecting to see a blonde man staring at you at the end of the alleyway.

“Don’t be startled. I just heard you singing and I had to come see who was making such beautiful noise.” Quickly reassuring you that he’s not a threat.

“Oh, thank you very much.” As he stepped closer, you take in his striking features. His amber eyes, his long blonde hair that sat perfectly on his head, and his physique…he was quite the looker to you.

“Are you apart of the traveling musicians from the West Indies?” He softly asks, barely opening his mouth.

“I am. I mostly sing, but I also play harp. Are you here for the performance?” Your accent sticking out to his ears. It wasn’t your typical West Indie accent. It sounded like a collaboration of dialects forced into one person.

“I am. It’s a pleasure to meet you….” He paused waiting for you to say your name.

“Y/N.” You admit.

His cold hand reach for yours as he bows while kissing your knuckles and says, “I’m Adrian.” His amber eyes locking onto your (eye color) ones, delicately releasing your hand.

“The pleasure is mine Adrian. I have to be on stage in a few minutes. May we talk more after the show?”

“Yes, please find me. I look forward to it.” You look back as you open the back door into the building taking in his beauty one last time before you perform.

He heads into the tavern, leaning his back against the further wall to get the best view of the stage. You walk out carrying your compact harp, gracing everyone with your beauty. The crowd of evidently drunk men start to cheer. Gliding your fingers against the strings to start the song, the audience quiets down. Your voice complimenting the angelic sound of your instrument makes Alucard’s heart skip a beat. Completely engulfed by your sound, he hadn’t felt like this in years. You make eye contact with him as you play the last chords of the song. The audience bursts in applause.

“Thank you very much. Up next we have our drummers of the west indies.” You walk back stage out of Alucards sight.

Every other act, he got to see you in your true habitat. He could watch you all night and that’s exactly what he did. He stood there waiting for you as the tavern eventually cleared out the later it got. The tavern filled with only regulars now. You make your way over to him with your harp strapped to your back as he flashes you a closed mouth smile.

“Did you like the show?” You look up at him with pleading eyes.

“It was beautiful. You’re very talented, truly one of a kind. You should be performing in halls, auditoriums even. Bravo, darling.”

“Handsome and kind, you’re a rarity. Where are you from Adrian?” Alucard smirks at your compliment, his smile growing alittle bit wider. You get glimpses of his sparkling teeth, his canines looking sharper than average.

“Romania. It’s very cold there. I’m assuming you haven’t been.”

“I have not, but I would love to go one day. You see, I want to travel the whole world. Both my parents were traveling musicians, so it’s ingrained in me. Why do you travel?”

“Bored.” He lets out a small giggle and smiles even wider. “Would you want to go for a walk?” He adds in a low whisper, right next to your ear.

You’re succumbed with goosebumps as his cold presence got closer to you. Alucard knows you can see his teeth and yet you still stand in front of him, nodding your head yes to leave the tavern.

“You’re not afraid?” His breath hitting the side of your neck, jump starting your pulse. Scared was the last emotion you felt. You wanted him.

“If you wanted to do anything, you would’ve done it in that alleyway.” You whisper back.

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I’ll Take You (Part Two)

Alucard x Reader Mini Series (link to part one at the bottom)

WARNING: SMUT ||| MDNI

“You’re not afraid?” His breath hitting the side of your neck, jump starting your pulse. Scared was the last emotion you felt. You wanted him.

“If you wanted to do anything, you would’ve done it in that alleyway.” You whisper back.

“What if I like playing with my food?” Alucard teases.

“Then play with it.” You respond as you tilt your head to the side and reveal your neck to him. Alucard raises his brows, shocked by your actions. He grabs your hand and leads you outside of the tavern.

Next thing you know, your harp laid on the ground as you’re back was being pressed up against a tree. Alucard’s hands exploring your body as he takes a long lick up your neck; causing a budding warmth in between your thighs. Are you really about to fuck a vampire in the woods in the middle of nightfall? Absolutely. Soft whimpers fell from your mouth as he kissed your neck. The adrenaline that raced through you was unmatched.

“Fuck.” You moan under your breath as he kissed his way down your body.

“This is the only devouring of humans that I do.” He slyly says as he makes his way under your dress, hooking your right leg on his shoulder so that your most sensitive part is exposed to him. Wasting no time, he slowly drags his tongue through your folds making you squirm. Digging his nails into the back our thighs to hold you still so he can devour you.

“Mmmm, Adrian, you’re such a good boy.” Moans falling out of your mouth like water as he sucked on your clit. Why was that so tantalizing to hear? Getting praise from you like that got his cock bulging through his pants. He couldn’t help but moan into you, the vibration making your eyes roll back. His chin smeared with your sticky wetness, he really couldn’t get enough. He loved the taste of you. His amber eyes looking up at you for a reaction as he pushed a finger into your soaked entrance.

“Mmm, you’re so warm…nice and wet too, Y/N. Cum for me.” He hums in delight as he curls his fingers inside you. You push back his hair, as you grind on his face, getting closer to release. Your body felt so hot compared to his. A knot begins to form in your stomach as he kept the same pace for you.

“Adrian, ah fuck yes.” Your moans high pitched and pinched as you feel yourself coming undone. He held you in place and watched your body contort for him. The sight of you unraveling on his fingers and face made him so hard. You were a vision like this. As you come down, he slides his fingers out and licks them. Towering over you once again, giving you same look a predator gives its prey.

You untie his sword holster from around his waist, faster than you’ve done anything before. You rub your fingers over the bulge in his tight pants making him squirm. You pull his pants down, revealing his perfect dick. Pre cum oozing from his pink tip, he wanted you more than anything. You attempt to get on your knees but instead you get lifted up in one swift motion. Your legs wrapped around his torso as he planted you between him and the tree once again. He pressed his forehead agnist yours as he breathes out, “I want you, Y/N. Let me have you.”

The tip of his cock lightly brushing aganist your warmth sent you both in frenzy. You whisper the words, “Adrian, take me.” He lined up his dick and slowly thrusted into your wetness. Your eyes rolling to the back your head as he stretched you out in the best way. Both of you moaning and holding each other tighter as he slowly thrusts in and out of you.

“Oh, you’re so warm. This is intoxicating, fuck.” He growled as you ran your fingers down his clothed back. He picks up the pace as soon as he hears your validating moans. To him, your moans were just as beautiful as when you serenade an audience. But the sounds you made in this moment were all for him, and only for him. You didn’t know what was hotter, him holding you up like you weighed nothing and fucking you or the sweet nothings he was whispering in your ear as he worked up to his orgasm.

“You’re making such a mess on me, Y/N. You’re so wet…Uh-Mmm and I love it so-fuck-ing much.” He moaned inbetween thrusts.

You were about to cum again and he knew it too. He couldn’t sing but he was good at using his voice in other ways. He knew what to say and do to get you right where he wanted you. All five of your senses overstimulated because of him, which leads you to another toe curling orgasm. Your walls tightening around him, giving him no choice but to cum too.

“Thaaaat’s it, darling.” He moans as he fills you up with thick ropes of his cum.

You couldn’t even begin to process what just happened. He slowly pulls out of you, while you both catch your breath. Pulls his pants up and adjust his coat. You lift up his sword and holster, looking at it. He places his thumb on your chin making you look up at him. He gives you a quick kiss on the lips and says, ”I’ll be taking that” as he grabs the holster from your hands.

“Thank you for not sucking my blood.” You tease him while you fix your dress.

He lets out a small laugh and says, “it’s the least I could do.”

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I’ll Take You (part 3)

Alucard x reader mini series (part 1 & 2 links at the end)

It had been four nights since your night with Adrian. You were both traveling and didn’t expect to see him again. Besides you two weren’t traveling to the same destinations, matter of fact, you didn’t even know where he was going. You secretly hoped that you could see him again, at least one more time. You and your bandmates had traveled to France for the next show.

You walked the streets of Paris, with your compact harp strapped to your back. You thought about the night you shared with Adrian. The way his words still replayed in your mind even days later. It was almost like he cursed you to only think of him.

“Can I carry that for you?” A voice from behind you asks.

You’d recognize that soft yet tender voice anywhere. You turn around to see Adrian’s golden eyes locked on you. You walk over to him and jump in his arms, hugging him. You really thought that you’d never see him again.

“Adrian, What are you doing here?” You ask looking up at him

“I wanted to see the traveling musicians from the West Indies. There’s a singer in the group I can’t stop thinking about… I fancy her.” He says in his usual soft voice.

“That’s funny, I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind either. Will you join me for lunch?” You ask.

“Yes, of course. I know a great spot where we can be alone and talk.” He says.

You couldn’t believe he was standing before you in the flesh. You grab his hand and lead him to a bakery shop. You bought a small loaf, some cheese, and a bundle of grapes for the two of you to share. Once those were purchased, Adrian led you to that secret spot he had mentioned.

“Adrian, may I ask you something?” Your hand clutched onto his as you walked beside him.

“Anything.” He responds.

“How are you able to be in the sunlight?”

“I’m only half vampire. My mother was human. May I ask you something?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Why are you so comfortable with me being a vampire? I don’t sense an ounce of fear from you.”

“You are not the first vampire I’ve met. You see, my mother was a witch so I have met all sorts of other worldly creators. I, unlike most people, do not think that vampires and otherworldly creatures are inherently bad. I treat them as I would humans.”

Your response made Adrian start to fall for you. It was very rare that he met people that think as he does. He knew at that moment that he wanted to have you in his life. His fingers hook onto your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. He pulls you towards him, placing his big hands on both sides of your face. He caresses your cheeks as he stares into your eyes.

“To be the daughter of a witch while having such a diplomatic way of thinking. Your mind is as beautiful as you are.” He whispers.

He plants a quick kiss on your lips, leaving you wanting more. He grabs your hand and begins to walk with you again. You ask Adrian more about his life, eagerly wanting to know more about him. He answers you happily and with no hesitation.

“We’re here, darling.” He says.

He had brought you to an open field filled with wildflowers and lavender. You had never been anywhere like this before. Adrian notices your expression and says, “I’m guessing you’ve never seen anything like this.”

“No, nothing of the sort. Adrian, it’s beautiful.” You mumble taking in the vibrant colors in the field.

“Let’s go find a spot. Maybe you can play me a song? Sing for me? Please?” Adrian begs softly.

You let out a small laugh and nod your head ‘yes’. Adrian sits down in the field of flowers and pats the ground next to him, signaling you to sit. You take your harp off your back and sit down with it in your arms. Adrian smiles and watches you. Your fingers glaze over the strings as you begin to hum lightly. Adrian had to be your biggest fan. He didn’t tell you this but it reminded him of how his mom would sing to him. It was just as comforting. Once you finish playing, you set the harp down next to you and face Adrian as you both begin eating the food you got from the bakery.

“Y/N, would you… would you ever want to travel together?” He looks at you with pleading eyes.

“If you’d have me, sure. When would we do that?” You reply with no hesitation.

“After your show tonight. We can find a room for the night and head out in the morning.” He places his hands on your cheek. “I know we haven’t known each other long but I love being near you. I’m currently going to visit some friends of mine and I would love for them to meet you.”

Little did he know that you would follow him anywhere. You were in love with him but you wouldn’t tell him considering you just met. It filled you with happiness knowing he’d want to travel with you.

“That settles it then, I’m going with you.”

That’s the end of my mini series! Hope you all enjoyed it.

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HAPPINESS OVER EVERYTHING (H.O.E) — J. TODD

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I hope she don't think, that I think that she's some kind of hoe

A SOFT KNOCK graced the dark oak and he already knew whom it would be. without words being exchanged, he heard the chambers turned followed by a slight creak. there you were… in your newest ‘outfit’. off the record, this was your skimpiest outfit by far (which he loved a little too much by the slight tent in his slacks) and just knew you were getting tipped well for it.

jason relaxed a bit in the chair, umbrella twisting lazily between his fingers whilst keeping his shielded eyes on your figure. a mischievous smirk graced your glossed lips as you pressed your back to his door, which he picked up on the chambers turning again. you locked it.

time for your scheduled ‘cat & mouse’ game.

you pressed yourself free off the oak and switched your hips towards his desk. “5th time this week, doll” he pointed out as you inched closer. you now was right before him leaning over, pushing your breast together slightly whilst your perfume invaded his senses. sweet as ever, a scent he’ll never get a enough of.

“they say you pickin’ favorites mista hood” you finally spoke, your hair falling over your shoulders while you stared at him doed eyes. he always liked how you said ‘mista hood’ with your slightly hidden brooklyn accent. you don’t know it, but you’re the only one who’s allowed to refer to him as that. for everyone else it’s either ‘boss’ or ‘sir’

he exhaled, “i don’t do the favoritism bullshit.”

“then what do you do?” you asked, circling his desk. ghosting your hand over the nape of his neck, if he didn’t achieved the self control he currently had, he would’ve shuddered from the ghost of your touch without hesitation. he sees why bruce stayed up on those rooftops now, the mere thought about going against your own code for desire was a thrilling experience

“i treat people how they deserve to be treated” he stated curtly. he was never the one to sugarcoat the truth, that’s what most of the staff secretly disliked about him.

if he wanted to say ‘fuck off and rot in ditch’ he had nothing holding back, absolutely no remorse. he knew everything about everyone who worked under him and knew majority of them weren’t kind people in their day to day, so why would he treat them how he would like to be treated if they were mere scum?

“so if they wanna act like gossiping schoolgirls, i wouldn’t take their comments seriously”

“is this why you’re lingering in my office instead of… displaying your talents?”

you finally made it back before and leaned again on his desk. you pretended to think about for second. how cute you are “maybe… maybe not” another cheshire smirk graced your lips

“so.. how do i deserve to be treated, mista hood?”

“i’m letting you avoid working right now for one. two between you and i, i pay you more than your coworkers out there, even though you’re here less” he chuckled at your face at the little jab towards your absence around the lounge

“you know why though” you rolled your eyes at the jab. he loved to push your buttons, your reactions were just the cutest thing to him plus he knew you couldn’t really stay mad at him.

“how’d your exam go?”

“i feel that i definitely scored the lowest on it. im way too over my head with this veterinarian thing”

he used the hook of the umbrella he’s been twirling with to pull the strap of your bikini top and snapped it back, causing a yelp from you. you dropped your head and pouted as you rubbed the suddenly aching spot between your breast, however the same hook tilted your head up.

you were meant with crimson lens and from the looks of it, he wasn’t too happy with your comment. “don’t say that. do i look like i hire idiots?” he questioned coldly, you parted your lips to answer but realized it was a rhetorical question and thought best to not say anything. “you passed that entrance exam with flying colors, which is amazing considering there’s an 9% acceptance rate so don’t dare discredit that mind of yours”

“are you intelligent!?” he raised his voice, causing you to straighten your back with a flinch before nodding your head rapidly, “say it y/n!” he raised his voice again, “i’m intelligent” you said rapidly, making you stand up straight with your gaze falling to your feet. he mentally scolded himself for his outburst. he knew better to always watch his tone with you knowing you already get enough shit while on the clock from the others. “im sorry for yelling,” he apologized

“it’s okay, mista hood” you reassured, giving him a sheepish smile. “i just don’t ever want to catch you beating up yourself. you’re a good woman” he complimented with a much softer tone

“hmph, some woman i am” you huffed, twirling the end of your hair between your fingers unamused

his brows knitted at your comment, “what did i just say, y/n?” he scolded

“i know i know im sorry, but cmon mista hood. look where i work at?”

“it’s a fixer upper… i see potential still” the last part more for himself than the actual lounge. he’ll give credit to cobblepot, he took good care for the place but it was better under jason’s ownership.

“no man wants a woman who flirts their way into their pockets” you whispered whilst looking out the tinted window towards the vip section. the urge to cup that pretty face of yours and have those hypnotized eyes on him and him only came in droves. the fight with temptation around you could make him weak than any fight with the toughest rogues in gotham.

“speed dating ain’t workin’ out for you?”

“after the compliments and pleasantries, they don’t quite stick around once the question of what i do shows face” you joked half heartedly. no matter how much of a front you put on, he knew you wanted someone to take care of you and not just try to take you home for night

“doesn’t sound like men to me”

“then what does it sound like?”

“boys trying to play big man. someone’s way of paying the bills shouldn’t define them, so don’t let them define you. this is temporary, y/n just like those boys”

“you definitely know how to flatter a lady mista hood” you smiled softly, walking around his desk and he scooted back some to make some space for you to hop up on his desk to sit

he shrugged, feeling a bit more relaxed with you closer to him. “i’m just telling the truth”

“or maybe the truth is, you’re a really good ladies man..” there was a sudden glint in your eyes and he knew it was finally time to test how strong-willed he was against his own desire

“y/n…” he warned once you brushed your leg against his

“am i toeing the line?” your voice dripping in playfulness and your eyes shadowed with seduction, he was more than thankful for the tints on goggles how he had to close them to control his urges. how did the old bat do it with the cat for so long is all he could think about. you two barely even touched and he already so bothered

disregarding his caution, you continued your pursuit of him. “i would expect you of all people to love a bit of risk every once in a while”

“don’t start something you can’t finish” that was his second warning for you

“you see, mista hood, that’s the problem”

“you won’t let me finish. got me thinkin’ you may be into edging” you moaned, pulling in your bottom lip. he almost put together how sweet the actual melody of your moans would sound and that alone practically put him closer to the edge

“i don’t mix business with pleasure”

“it didn’t seem like a problem with liz and all the other girls” he watched again as you tried to your best not to roll your eyes at the name. liz wasn’t nothing to him nor others, if he had a rough night, he knew they’ll do anything to get even a smudge of the attention that he gives you

“they throw themselves”

a pout formed on your face and god, he could’ve been putty right in your hands. “am i not throwing myself hard enough?” you batted your lashes towards him.

“you’re better than that, doll”

you giggled as you placed a hand over your chest dramatically being flattered, “you think too highly of me, mista hood”

“i do, but who can blame me of thinking of you”

“and that’s your other problem too” he watched as you smirked. pushing yourself off of the desk, you moved the umbrella aside and decided to find a more comfortable spot to sit. you slowly sat yourself on his lap, making sure he had the perfect view of your arched back before looking over your shoulder with an innocent expression. “is this spot taken by chance?” throwing your legs over his knee, really settling against his tailored suit. you were going to be his second death for sure

he exhausted exaggeratedly, you’re the only woman he has set of rules for himself.

he can’t touch you. you can comb your fingers through his hair, acrylics scratching his scalp comfortingly and he has to fight the urge to nozzle into your touch.

he can’t taste you. he’s tempted every time you leave a glossy kiss on the corner of his mouth because knowing your love for toeing the line, he’s just curious how’d you react if one day he just captured those plump lips and explored that sweet mouth of yours and pull a moan from the depths of your core

you’re completely right

you’re his biggest problem

part 2?

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Baby!!!

im sleepy. im sleepy, okay?

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JASON TODD | RED HOOD (arkhamverse)

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Jason w/ an S/O who has locs (Jason Todd x Fem!Reader)

Headcanons

SFW, 18+, minors dni, some smut, the reader-insert’s hair is long - some Caribbean-American!Reader as well

Pic source — Batman: Arkham Knight video game & Batman: Arkham Knight - Red Hood Story Pack DLC

Jason first sees you when you're coming out of the corner store, and he might be in a rush, but he remembers your hair: long and full with little naturally formed curls at some of the ends from when he’d knocked into you a little as you were going in and him out.

You’d sucked your teeth and cussed at him a little under your breath, but ultimately didn’t kick up much fuss after his low grunt of an apology.

He’d taken note of the accent, and the voice accompanying it, that had rolled off your tongue when you’d cussed at him though. Which he capitalized on the next time he was in your area of the Alley, recognizing you by your voice enough to strike up a conversation with you even though he’s in the middle of bulldozing through what’s left of the stubborn stranglers of Black Mask’s old operation.

Jason probably shouldn’t be hitting on you, but he doesn’t care and you don’t know any better. He is embarrassingly rusty at regular (non vigilante) socialization and too blunt at times. He’s pretty though, and with his scar relatively covered by the shadows the big hood he slips back over his head cast part way through your conversation after you start fully watching him, and a little concealer, you don’t question the trouble he might get up to either. He’s able to secure a promise to meet up for coffee after giving you the number of his least incriminating burner like he’s a real boy or something too.

Some of the members of his militia (before they disbanded) that he was closer to had tried urging him to form some kind of life outside of ‘work’, so he figures he’ll at least try something casual with you now.

Eventually he’s been seeing you for long enough that he knows how much he finds your untouched hair and new growth adorable and knows about all the hangups you have with people automatically assuming your hair is dirty when you don’t have a fresh re-twist.

He likes to plant his hands in your hair and scratch at your scalp whenever you’re just chilling when you’ve got new growth best. Your roots are soft like that and he likes maneuvering around the bundles where each of your locs are sectioned off. Plus, how you shiver and press into his touch or bare your neck for him like there isn’t a knife in the sleeve of his motorcycle jacket that could be in his hand in seconds and groan happily is more therapeutic than he’d ever thought something so small could be.

After one long day of your stilted responses Jason comes up to your flat expecting to find you asleep during the last two hours left in the afternoon. What he finds instead is the aftermath of you having worked your ass off that Saturday and you using the last of the sun's rays to your advantage to dry your thick head of hair so your head doesn’t end up smelling like a wet mop at the end of the day.

You’re clearly a little tired when you greet him and Jason is a little shocked at just how much effort you put into your locs and their maintenance.

He’s seen you get ready most other days and do little more than oil your scalp, moisturize your roots, and rub the remaining oil on your palms over the actual length of your locked up hair to tame some of your locs’ fuzziness. The level of work you put into bigger more comprehensive wash days is definitely unexpected for him based on that.

It’s after that that he just asks if he can accompany you when he isn’t busy on your wash days so he isn’t being deprived of you for ‘no good reason’. It’s not too long after that when he asks if he can help you out, especially once he sees you getting ready to strip down for a shower.

Something which is only possible if Jason is comfortable with you seeing the ‘J’ brand carved into his cheek at all.

Acts of service, especially, are what he’s best at when it comes to connecting with you, but he might have to cajole you to agree. Being with you, also, is a reprieve from his skull busting as the Red Hood. A reprieve from the steaming piles of shit he faces every night. He actively cherishes and looks forward to his time with you even if you can’t always tell due to how hard Jason’s grisled face is to read.

Rough as his hands typically are (especially with you sometimes, when you’re hooking up) a part of Jason craves the open excuse he has to be soft with you when dealing with your locs.

He likes the show of trust from you, too, even if he’d hardly even admit that you being so open with him makes his stomach hurt and makes him want to duck his head like a nervous school girl with a crush.

The feeling of you relaxing into him more when his hands are so close to your throat is so overwhelming that first time that he has to grit his teeth so he doesn’t tear up anymore than he already is. He’s not a killer around you, not a mistake or a pawn or one large walking bruise, he’s just Jason; sometimes that can feel like a curse but that day it feels like a gift he won’t ever be worthy of deserving.

Good thing for him that he’s a selfish vindictive bastard and doesn’t care about what the universe thinks. It’s taken enough from him as is, he isn’t looking to defer to it for anything so ridiculous as permission.

You’re nervous and embarrassed as hell about soaking your hair in apple cider vinegar around him for the first time. It’s not just that the smell of diluted vinegar mixture in and of itself makes your nose permanently scrunch until you’re done and has you sneezing for just as long either; you’re detoxing your hair and getting rid of any product and/or dirt buildup, the liquid mixture in the basin won’t exactly be clear afterwards.

Jason doesn’t even give a shit, though, and is mostly just worried about the position of your neck as you’re soaking your locs. He knows it’s only twenty or so minutes but he’s worried anyway, and don’t let you start cracking your neck afterwards either, you’ll send that man into a frenzy.

He gives you a massage afterwards, calloused hands inexperienced and far too touchy for a masseuse, but effective enough to have you moaning. His voice gets low and breathy when you give way to him like this, and Jason ends up nursing a chub for the better part of the rest of your afternoon together.

He’ll do your locs outside if you prefer (so long as there’s shade for him to hide in while you take in enough sun for you both), but mostly you just go outside to let the sun catch the top of your head while you do some work so you don’t have to sit up underneath a dryer or hold a dryer up to your head for way longer than you’d like.

If you are outside though (for whichever reason) Jason always humors the neighborhood kids walking around or playing, even more than you’d initially thought he would. Anyone older who strikes up a conversation with you, too, Jason will passingly interact with, even if he leaves most of the conversation up to you and only really engages with the other person whenever you cue him into the conversation in some way.

He doesn’t tend to look at people head on when they’re actually paying attention to him, and it’s less so from anything like shame and more so because he’s angling his head down so nobody sees the scar, the brand. The gawking pisses him off so he’d rather just avoid it entirely.

Jason is also just fine with being the one to hold your hair dryer up to your head and move your locks around so every bit gets dry the way you need them to.

You help him figure out the direction that your locs twist (either clockwise or counter clockwise) so he doesn’t mess up the strength of your roots by twisting against their natural direction and thinning them out; he follows through with all the rest of your locs immediately.

You can see him contemplating whether or not he’s supposed to take the rat-tail comb to your head in order to retwist your locs before you slip it from his fingers and apply oil to his hands yourself, demonstrate how to palm roll your locs yourself, and then letting him have at it.

Even at his big ass age Jason’s legitimately terrified he might mess up your hair (and your tears and retribution there after) and so he’s paying extra attention, but he also keeps having to rub his palms dry on his pants when you’re going over everything.

You might laugh at him about his nerves a little, but you’ve got a whole very specific and very purposeful hair care routine going on, he’s just trying to concentrate.

Despite how much you tease him for worrying about messing up your hair you still make sure to inspect the first of your locs that he oils and retwist — two mirrors, aerial pictures, and all — just to make absolutely sure he’s really got it.

Jason’s brows climb high up his forehead and he whistles when you pull out the bag you keep all of your hair supplies in.

He still makes sure to note the brands and their unique labels of your hair products just in case he wants to get you some later; he does not want to end up bumbling around the beauty supply store racking his brain for what you use and having to interact with more people than he definitely wants to.

He scoffs a laugh the second he realizes most of the bag’s contents are hair jewelry and beads. You just smile at him.

When one of your relatives sends over homemade coconut oil and you offer him some he nearly passes away he’s so frazzled. You hord that shit like it’s gold, he’s flattered you want to share with him.

He loves the way your hair supplies smell too, though he wasn’t quite ready for the smell of homemade coconut oil.

More often than not Jason will pull you close just to catch a whiff of the products you use. Usually though it’s when your scalp is free of your more heavier products and the natural scent of your scalp is prominent that he’ll stop you in the middle of you walking somewhere or come up behind you when your busy to wrap his arms around you and just plant his nose in your scalp for a few moments.

The first time he did this you called him a freak and then laughed so hard you started to hiccup. You love it though.

Jason carries oversized hair ties with him once you start regularly seeing each other in case you need a backup and so that he can put your hair up himself whenever need may be without having to worry about the elastic snapping.

Whenever you’re riding him he prefers for you to leave your hair down and let your locs hang around your head for as long as possible. Loves how you look above him with your hair haloing your ecstasy strewn face and the little curtain of intimacy it gives you two.

How solidly he’s able to fist your hair and pull is something he appreciates about your locs too. If he knows some of your locs are thin or otherwise in recovery he won’t pull on your hair though.

If you’re doing a bigger or more complicated style with your hair he likes to sit and watch you when he can. There’s likely something else he was supposed to be doing too but he can’t help but stop to watch how your lips purse in concentration or your eyes cross as you’re trying to look at the back of your head in the mirror.

He doesn’t typically interfere — and really he couldn’t if he wanted to considering he can barely put your hair into a decent looking ponytail no matter how effective they are at staying in — but if you’re struggling to get a loc in place or wrap a bundle of your hair and he sees you getting frustrated and tired he’ll move to hold your arms in place to give you a break from being holding them up to your head for so long. He might not kiss you but he will rub little circles into the brown of your skin to help ease how your muscles ache.

You get Jason some sympywyby (ie: an aloe plant) as a gift because it’s supposed to be low maintenance and because he’d mentioned certain grounding techniques people used in passing. Given how absentminded he can be, especially if he tells you about being the Red Hood and/or the Arkham Knight, you get him the plant to help ground him. It’s immature when you gift it to him and generally allows him to track the passing of time if he loses himself to the weight of his memories and doesn’t want you coming to visit him just in case he lashes out.

He goes out of his way to harvest some of the plant to make a gel for you to put into your hair. He forgets to cook out the toxins at first and so when you ask him about it and he looks at you blankly you laugh, fondly rolling your eyes with your phone to your ear, and just tell him you’re flattered anyway. The next night he’s got the toxins taken care of and is brandishing a recycled jar of gel (from a past product you had that ran out) with ribbon tied into an absolutely immaculate bow for you to take.

The first time Jason ever sees you put your hair up quick quick while you’re in a rush without a hair tie he squints for a few long beats. You take two-three of your locs and wrap them around the bundle of the rest of your hair in your fist and use those couple of stray locs like a hair tie before probably rushing in to help someone and his first thought is that you’re fucking amazing. His second thought is about why the fuck he’s been buying and carying around special hair ties for you if you could just do that the whole time?!

It’s because you don’t want to put too much tension on your roots, but he doesn’t know that yet.

If you’re putting hair jewelry or beads in your hair he always offers to help if he’s around. He likes helping you and inexplicably feels closer to you whenever he’s winding colorful thread around your locs or beading them or just helping you clip on decorations and jewels attached to spun wire.

When you jingle when you walk due to how much beads or rings you’re wearing in your hair he finds it more comforting than he’d like to admit that he’s able to pinpoint where you are instantly no matter how soft your movement. It’s good, too, knowing that you trust Jason so explicitly that it doesn’t even cross your mind to be worried about the fact that he can find you instantly when you’re around him.

Beads do make it harder for ayo to cuddle the way he likes though, so there is that downside even though he still thinks you’re pretty as fuck. It’s a worthwhile sacrifice.

The first time you lose a loc around Jason it’s because of stress, you’d been pulling at your roots and worn them thin, and when it just comes off in the middle of the two of you talking you’re so embarrassed you burst into tears right then and there. Jason panics hard and has no option with how incoherent you get through your tears but to fail at reassuring you there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, and to throw every method he knows has cheered you up in the past at you until you stop. Breathing exercises are not off the table, and with Jason’s low cadence (even as boyishly overconfident as it could get sometimes) letting him coach you down isn’t too much of a struggle.

If you lose a loc just due to regular tension and traction then the same proceedings on Jason’s end will occur too, don’t worry.

Jason doesn’t hesitate to help you reattach and strengthen your loc(s) to the best of his ability. He’s gentle with your hair, fingers as precise as if he were connecting the wires of a bomb and his demeanor just as serious; his breath steady as it fans over the exposed parts of your scalp.

After he’s finished (and you’ve inspected his work) he pulls you onto his lap and you rest your head over his heart as he carefully massages oil into your scalp and curbs the urge he has to intermittently press kisses to your hairline by instead occasionally ghosting his lips over your hairline while you two talk.

He reassures you everything is honestly fine and when you pull him into an air stealing make-out session in thanks he grips you tighter and sighs into it, completely unphased when your hair knocks softly onto his face in turn. Even when your locs brush over the ‘J’ brand he doesn’t stop, can’t say he hates the feel of them catching against any of his scars in general and he’s got no idea why.

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!!

I honestly don’t have much else to say besides that.

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it!

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I’ll Take You (Part One)

Alucard x Reader Mini Series

It had been another day of traveling for Alucard. He’d rather his feet be aching from walking than spending another second talking to dolls he had made of his friends. He found himself in a major city in Europe this evening, which made sense, starting this journey almost a month ago.

“I’m sure there’s plenty to do in a city as lively as this one.” He mumbles to himself, making a brief stop to scan the flyers on the town bulletin board.

“Traveling musicians from the West Indies… it would be a good idea to hear some music. I’ve been talking to myself for far too long. Social interaction would be good.”

Making his way to the tavern, he hears a distinctive song being sung by a perplexing voice. He had never heard anything like it. He follows the tantalizing sound of a woman’s voice, no an angels voice. The sound gracing his ears the closer he got to it. He finally laid his eyes on the source, your skin glistening in the moon light as you sang notes as softly as birds do. Alucard couldn’t tell if he was more amazed by your beauty or your ability to sing so impeccably. As the last note left your mouth, you opened your eyes. Immediately gasping, not expecting to see a blonde man staring at you at the end of the alleyway.

“Don’t be startled. I just heard you singing and I had to come see who was making such beautiful noise.” Quickly reassuring you that he’s not a threat.

“Oh, thank you very much.” As he stepped closer, you take in his striking features. His amber eyes, his long blonde hair that sat perfectly on his head, and his physique…he was quite the looker to you.

“Are you apart of the traveling musicians from the West Indies?” He softly asks, barely opening his mouth.

“I am. I mostly sing, but I also play harp. Are you here for the performance?” Your accent sticking out to his ears. It wasn’t your typical West Indie accent. It sounded like a collaboration of dialects forced into one person.

“I am. It’s a pleasure to meet you….” He paused waiting for you to say your name.

“Y/N.” You admit.

His cold hand reach for yours as he bows while kissing your knuckles and says, “I’m Adrian.” His amber eyes locking onto your (eye color) ones, delicately releasing your hand.

“The pleasure is mine Adrian. I have to be on stage in a few minutes. May we talk more after the show?”

“Yes, please find me. I look forward to it.” You look back as you open the back door into the building taking in his beauty one last time before you perform.

He heads into the tavern, leaning his back against the further wall to get the best view of the stage. You walk out carrying your compact harp, gracing everyone with your beauty. The crowd of evidently drunk men start to cheer. Gliding your fingers against the strings to start the song, the audience quiets down. Your voice complimenting the angelic sound of your instrument makes Alucard’s heart skip a beat. Completely engulfed by your sound, he hadn’t felt like this in years. You make eye contact with him as you play the last chords of the song. The audience bursts in applause.

“Thank you very much. Up next we have our drummers of the west indies.” You walk back stage out of Alucards sight.

Every other act, he got to see you in your true habitat. He could watch you all night and that’s exactly what he did. He stood there waiting for you as the tavern eventually cleared out the later it got. The tavern filled with only regulars now. You make your way over to him with your harp strapped to your back as he flashes you a closed mouth smile.

“Did you like the show?” You look up at him with pleading eyes.

“It was beautiful. You’re very talented, truly one of a kind. You should be performing in halls, auditoriums even. Bravo, darling.”

“Handsome and kind, you’re a rarity. Where are you from Adrian?” Alucard smirks at your compliment, his smile growing alittle bit wider. You get glimpses of his sparkling teeth, his canines looking sharper than average.

“Romania. It’s very cold there. I’m assuming you haven’t been.”

“I have not, but I would love to go one day. You see, I want to travel the whole world. Both my parents were traveling musicians, so it’s ingrained in me. Why do you travel?”

“Bored.” He lets out a small giggle and smiles even wider. “Would you want to go for a walk?” He adds in a low whisper, right next to your ear.

You’re succumbed with goosebumps as his cold presence got closer to you. Alucard knows you can see his teeth and yet you still stand in front of him, nodding your head yes to leave the tavern.

“You’re not afraid?” His breath hitting the side of your neck, jump starting your pulse. Scared was the last emotion you felt. You wanted him.

“If you wanted to do anything, you would’ve done it in that alleyway.” You whisper back.

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This part one of this mini series!! I took the answers from the poll serious guys. Part one is fluff so you already know part two will be smut.

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Say it again!!

coming back on to say fuck donald trump & elon musk. also fuck every single person who voted for trump. fuck ice. fuck jd vance who look like he’s product of fucking incest. fuck trump kids while we at. fuck teslas. fuck cybertrucks. fuck melania trump, idc how many fashion houses style you…fuck you too. fuck all the people who voted for trump cause of tariffs and don’t even know know what a tariffs are. fuck all the people he pardoned for that jan 6th shenanigans (but tbh the way it’s looking like, karma is slowly snatching some of you guys up bit by bit final destination style). fuck the Latinos that voted for trump, baby girl (saying in gn term) trump supporters do not care…they see you speak a lick of spanish…they’re calling ice on you, fuck jill stein for crawling out the hole she be living in every 4 years when election comes around. fuck all the twitch/other platform streamers that are slowly indoctrinating young boys down an alt right pipeline. fuck israel. fuck all politicians that would rather accept a lobby check than being in their political positions for the people. fuck the swole neck man that killed ace in one piece. fuck the coon black man that ruined my morning when i saw a clip of him in 4k live calling donald trump daddy. fuck the republicans who comment under people who are genuinely afraid of what’s to come for the next 4 years with “we won” (as if this is a sporting event :/).

but i love you to the people who are sharing and expressing empathy to their friends and family as y’all are trying to navigate through this. i love you to the people who are posting pics and videos of ice sightings. i love you to the people sharing resources like gardening tips. i love you to the people who are buying banned books. i love you to the people who are still teaching their kids about black history. i love you to the people who never stopped talking about palestine, congo, sudan, etc. i love you to the people who are still being hopeful that america won’t continue to be pushed further and further into the grasp of billionaires like elon. i love you to the people who are standing up against bigotry. i love you to the people who are standing against elon doing a nazi salute (twice). i love you to the people sharing information that seemed to be not being shared on mainstream media. i love you all (except trump supporters).

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I think Martian Manhunter doesn’t get enough recognition in fics, hell I’ve never seen any stories about him. This is dope!

heat & ovulation

so you remember that one time I wrote martian manhunter being in heat, okay so let's take that and add an ovulating reading.... a ficlet if you will , might actually be the horniest thing i've written, 18+ porn no plot

The smell of sex was potent in the apartment. J'onn had come home from a month long mission more tired than usual. He could feel his heat coming in a matter of days. He was going to warn his girlfriend but she was always more than enthusiastic to help him with the matter. He was presently surprised to find her on their shared bed with a vibrating wand pressed to her pretty pussy. One hand flicked her nipple as she cried out.

Her eyes were squeezed shut as she moaned her lover's name over and over again. J'onn felt as he was intruding but that did not stop him from moving closer to the bed. He dropped his bag, shifted into his nude Martian form, and kneeled on the edge of the bed. Y/N's eyes widened as she saw her boyfriend before her, cocks hard and beginning to drip with arousal.

"Help me," She pouted, hips grinding into the vibrating toy. J'onn took stock of her body. A thin sheen of sweat covered her from head to toe, she had to be at this for hours. His eyes kept dipping back to her soaked pussy, her mound covered in soft, thick hair. She hadn't shaved since he left. J'onn smirked internally, making a note to himself to get drunk of the smell of her hairy pussy.

J'onn chest rose as he took a deep breath. He started to feel warm and fuzzy, yes, his heat was here. He should've had more time but how could he not be ready with his girlfriend's pussy just ready to be filled with his seed. Taking the vibrator from her hands, he placed just at the tip of her clit. She whined from the lost stimulation but not for long. J'onn slid one of his large cocks into her shuddered at the warmth that enveloped him.

Y/N's hands were free to massage her tits and play with her dark areolas. J'onn muttered over and over again about how her pussy was divine, was just simply made for him, and how he was going to fill her with his children. What he didn't mention was how he'd been wanting to slip a cock into her ass. He could see it now. Her on her hands and knees while he fucked her from behind. Her plump ass met his hips as both her holes swallowed his cocks. Maybe he could coax her into it during the lull of his heat.

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Alucard x reader

You’re 300 years old. Quit acting like a child

Genre: Pure fluff

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Adrian was sulking. You knew it the second you walked into the bedroom and saw the large wolf sprawled across the bed, his amber eyes fixated on you as soon as you opened the door.

You sighed heavily, already exhausted from his antics. "Really? My love, please don’t," you said, crossing your arms. "You’re 300 years old. Quit acting like a child."

The white haired wolf—Adrian—huffed through his nose and dramatically turned his head away from you, pointedly ignoring your presence. This was not the first time he’d pulled this particular stunt. Adrian always found it more effective than the normal silent treatment; in his mind, nothing said "I’m upset" quite like turning into his wolf form and refusing to communicate like an adult.

"You’d think that after living for over 300 years your feelings wouldn’t get hurt so easily… but I guess I’m wrong," you muttered as you approached the bed. Sitting down beside him, you reached out to scratch behind his ears. His ears twitched, betraying the fact that he enjoyed it, though he didn’t move otherwise.

"Turn back into your normal form so you can tell me what I did that was so awful," you said, your tone laced with mock exasperation. "Then I’ll apologize to your beautiful face. Deal?"

Adrian ignored what you said, instead he shifted his massive head to rest on your lap, clearly finding your attention a sufficient consolation prize.

"Can’t be too mad at me, then, huh?" you teased, scratching behind his ears again. His tail thumped against the bed once, as if by accident, and you chuckled. "However, if you want to sleep with me in the bed tonight, I’m going to need you to turn back into a human before you start shedding, my love."

For a moment, he stayed still, and just like that, Adrian was back in his normal form, his long blonde hair spilling over your lap. He lay there without moving, looking up at you with a scowl and those piercing amber eyes that could strike fear into anyone—except you.

"There you are," you said warmly, running your hand over the side of his pale face. His scowl deepened, though it lacked any real venom.

"My inconsiderate partner," he began, voice low and dramatic, "did not kiss me this morning."

You blinked, confused for a moment. Then you laughed, the sound bubbling out before you could stop it. "Oh no," you said, feigning horror. "I’m so evil." You leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, but when you pulled back, he was still frowning.

"Not enough," he sighed, flopping an arm over his eyes like some wounded poet. "My dear, you have deeply wounded me. My poor, cold heart..."

Rolling your eyes, you leaned down again, kissing him once, then again, and again. You peppered his lips with soft kisses, trailing them along the edge of his jaw, over his pale cheeks, and finally brushing your lips across his forehead.

"Any better?" you asked, pulling back to look at him.

He cracked one eye open, considering you with exaggerated thoughtfulness. "Hmm. A bit," he said finally, though his tone suggested it was only barely enough to satisfy him.

You shook your head, smiling despite yourself. "You’re an incredibly difficult thing, you know that?"

"And yet," he said, reaching up to cup your cheek, "you adore me."

"More than anything," you murmured, leaning down to kiss him one last time.

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My couple vibing in saint domingue <3

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the vision is there for those with eyes to see.

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