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Jason Todd and sugar mommy reader ╱ suggestive sfw ꩜ fem reader x Jason Todd .ᐟ ⠀mommy kink Jason ︴

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The knock was impatient—sharp, hurried, like he didn’t want to be here but needed to be. You didn’t look up from your book. You were settled deep into the chaise, silk robe parted just enough to be comfortable, the quiet rustle of turning pages the only sound in the room.

Jason let himself in. You heard the door shut, the weight of his boots on the hardwood, the subtle clink of whatever he was carrying. Then silence—him standing there, waiting for you to acknowledge him.

You didn’t.

“I just need a few things,” he said, tone clipped, trying to sound cool. “Couple guns. Ammo. Armor plate. In and out, I swear.”

Still, you didn’t look up. You licked your finger, turned another page.

He shifted. You could hear the tension in his breath, the way frustration curled around the edges. “I wouldn’t come to you if I had any other option. I’ll get the money back to you by next week. Just front it for now.”

Nothing.

You kept reading like he was nothing but background noise.

That broke him.

“Fuck’s sake,” he hissed—and then you heard it. The sudden drop of his knees against the rug. The shift of his body as he moved closer. You didn’t flinch when his head pressed to your thigh, arms wrapping around your leg like it grounded him. Like it was all he had left.

“Please,” he murmured, voice raw now, stripped down and vulnerable in a way he’d never let anyone else hear. “Please, I need this. I need you.”

Still no reaction. You could feel his breath against your skin, warm and shaky.

His fingers dug into the plush of your thigh as he looked up, eyes blown wide and glossy. “Mommy… please.”

That earned him a flicker of your gaze.

“I’ll be good, I swear,” he whispered, breath hitching. “I’ll do whatever you want. I just need this, I need you to take care of me. Just this once. Please, mommy.”

You closed the book slowly, thumb marking your place.

Finally, you looked down at him—Jason Todd on his knees, clutching your leg like a lifeline, lips barely an inch from your skin.

Your smile was slow and indulgent.

“I’ll take care of it,” you said, voice calm and sweet like a reward. Your fingers slipped into his hair, petting him gently. “Good boys get what they need, don’t they?”

Jason didn’t move. Just let out the softest, shakiest little breath against your thigh—and held on tighter.

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INTRODUCTION

Call me Roy ╱ he ` him ╱ 19 ꩜ gay .ᐟ ⠀⠀

Fandoms:

ノ Invincible ; Castlevania ; DC

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ノ WHAT I WON’T WRITE

sexual assault⠀;⠀age regression⠀;⠀real people⠀; aged up characters⠀;⠀incest⠀; bigotry in general⠀;⠀a reader w/ physical descriptions (don't request reader to have for example: a particular hair color and etc, i will only write physically ambiguous reader).

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ノ WHAT I WILL WRITE

masc / gen reader / fem (though i mostly write masc) ; physically ambiguous reader ; neurodivergent reader ; fluff⠀;⠀angst⠀;⠀light gore⠀;⠀possessive behaviour⠀;⠀polyamory⠀;⠀platonic relationships⠀; smut.

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⏤͟͟͞͞woreshiper ╱ Sinister Mark × GN! Reader .ᐟ

「 ★ 」・:三 Smutish, praising, woreshipping, licking, bottom Mark

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Sinister Mark knelt before you like a beast tamed, powerful body taut with tension and reverence. The black leather collar fit snugly around his throat, silver ring glinting in the low light, leash wrapped tight around your wrist like a promise. His eyes — always so cold to the rest of the world — burned with hungry devotion just for you.

He pressed his lips reverently to your hip, then lower, slow kisses dragged along your skin like worship. “You don’t know what you do to me,” he rasped, voice ragged with need. “You smell like heaven and sin. You taste even better.”

His tongue traced lazy circles along your stomach, licking up sweat, nipping at sensitive skin until goosebumps broke out across your body. Every kiss, every bite, was deliberate. Possessive. Like he needed to mark you in a hundred ways that weren’t blood and violence — at least not yet.

“You’re perfect,” he murmured against your thigh, voice thick. “Mine. All mine. You don’t need to do a thing — just stand there. Let me praise you. Let me worship you.”

The leash tugged faintly between you as he licked a stripe up your leg, teeth grazing just enough to make your breath catch. His hands stayed behind his back, obedient even as every inch of him screamed to touch. He was dripping control, dangerous in restraint — not because he could break you, but because he chose not to.

“You’re everything,” he whispered against your skin, “and I’ll spend the rest of my life on my knees proving it.”

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