#batarella smut one shots

[batarella]

All Grown Up (Jason Todd x Reader)

Do I need a cleansing? Probably.

-Requested-

user88777777: “I'm not sure if you're doing requests? And of not that's ok but I have an idea?! Can you write a smut where Jason and reader are having sex in wayne manor and alfred walks in on them and Jason goes downstairs in the morning and Alfred's like "you're all grown up"

WORDS: 2213 WARNINGS: SEMI PUBLIC SEX IN THE FOREST. ORAL SEX. 69 WITH THE BEST DICK IN THE WORLD.

Masterlist

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You were so fucking horny.

He knew you had your hands right on top of his clothed abs on purpose. You couldn’t stop running your fingers down the hard crevices. Jason pulled on the throttle and drove faster out of the island, where there were trees littering an acre of empty lot and the road went straight into Wayne Manor. He was horny, too. You could see the sweat coming out of his neck. Burying your nose into his nape, your hand went further down.

“Playtime after we get off this bike, Y/N,” he said through his helmet. He was grinning ear to ear.

You inhaled into his neck. He turned further into the island, and the only light that showed the way was the motorcycle’s headlight. A movie date at the manor’s theater. That’s what he promised you. “What do you wanna watch, babe?”

“Your dick sliding in and out of my pussy,” you breathed, grazing your lips onto his skin. “Fuck.” He was hard. You could feel it.

“Never mind that movie, then.”

“Let’s do it at the cave. Bruce is out for patrol. No one will be there.”

“There are cameras at every corner. Unless you're into that stuff.” He winked. Jason sped even faster past the trees.

“How ‘bout the library? You can read a few of your classics while I suck you off-“

“Mother fucker, you're killing me.”

“I love you,” you grinned.

He slowed down his bike, just when you thought he wanted to get to the manor even faster. “Jay?”

The bike came to a complete stop. He parked it, took off his helmet, and took off yours. He pulled you up and kept kissing you hard while his hand squeezed your ass. Jason took your hands and walked you into the trees, farther from the road so no one could see them. “I’m so fucking hard. Let’s make this quick.”

He pushed your back against a tree trunk and pushed his much larger self against your body. Jason bit your lip, and your hands were all over him. Snaking under his shirt, your fingers tracing his pecs, his abs, then you held the large bulge on his pants. Jason pulled your shirt up your bra, then pulled them slightly down to expose your breasts to the cold, nipping air. Your heavy breaths were cut short when Jason trailed his hand up your cleavage, up to your neck, squeezing at just the amount of pressure that you loved.

His lips were so rough, teeth drawing blood from your lips, numbing them so wonderfully you moaned at the sensation. Jason forcefully flipped you over, pushing your front against the tree while you heard him unbuckle his pants off.

“Fuck,” you gasped, then he pulled down your pants just under your ass. A sharp sting on your ass cheek soon followed. Your hands gripped tightly onto the tree, your nails digging into the bark when Jason sucked on your neck, his tongue drawing circles with his one hand still squeezing your neck and the other holding your breast.

Jason pushed into you, raw and hard. He couldn’t wait any longer. You pushed your ass out, arching your back as much as you could when your head was being held back by his strong arm so he could kiss you, biting into your lip again when he thrusted again.

“Yes.” You squeezed your eyes shut when the feel of his lips, his hands and his massive cock stretching out your pussy so wide all sent your mind dancing on the light clouds. You loved this man so much, and it just so happened that his dick was the absolute best as making you come. Jason squeezed your neck harder, and he moaned your name into your ear. The way he whispers against it, his breath tickling your ear and his teeth biting into it sent your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

You pushed your ass out even further and spread your legs. Jason’s hand was strong pulling and pushing your whole body, bruising your hips in the best way possible. He snapped his hips into your ass. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, just like that!” you kept crying, mewling and holding onto the bark when the burn inside your walls swelled up, and you felt that familiar coil in your stomach. Jason sensed it and fucked you even harder. You couldn’t stay here long. But the thrill of getting caught. Fuck. You could get off from it alone. Jason slapped your ass again, and that one spot that drove you mad, he purposefully stimulated with the tip of his cock.

You were twitching, and every drag of his cock sent pulsating tremors down the ends of your whole body. Jason covered your mouth just as you came undone, biting into his hand and the other gripping his own to hold yourself up as you shook, your knees trembling. He kept going, faster, then you felt the familiar warmth of his cum spewing inside you. He breathed heavily into your ear, leaning his head against yours, and you both came down your high with a softer kiss on the lips. Jason’s grip on you loosened, slowly turning you around so he could kiss you better. He held your waist, grinning between his sweet kisses.

You heard a large car speed by, narrowly missing Jason’s bike.

“That’s our queue,” he said. “The big guy’s out for the night. I’m not done with you yet, baby.”

His thumb soothed your lips, and you looked right into his eyes as you sucked on it like you would his cock. “Fuck,” he breathed, watching you and sinking his thumb deeper into your mouth. Already, he was getting hard again.

You both put your clothes back together. A bit of cum seeped out your pussy and stained your underwear. You didn’t care. You both went back onto the bike and drove towards the manor, which was merely another five minutes away.

Jason held your hand and walked you both to the front door, ringing the doorbell.

“Master Jason,” Alfred greeted him. “Miss Y/N.”

“Hi Alfred.” He stepped inside.

“You're spending the night, I believe?”

“Hope Bruce wouldn’t mind.”

“As always, sir.”

His hand on you was squeezing tight. Jason was too quick to pull you into the library, only turning on the lamp by a desk.

You marveled at his large corner of books. The Great Gatsby. Moby Dick. Little Women. Hamlet. Books of the like, arranged in perfect alphabetical order. The man was a nerd and you loved him even more for it. Jason circled his arms around your waist and settled his head on your shoulder.

“We can skip the reading,” he whispered, and his hand on your waist squeezed harder. You hummed, turning around to kiss him. You made out for a little while, your hand over his bulge once again to feel him grow harder and harder. His hand went under your pants to grab your ass, but you pushed his hand away and knelt down in front of him.

He forgot to pull up his fly from a while ago. You giggled, then pulled his pants down to his knees and slowly licked up his hardening length.

“Jason…” you moaned, and his hand gripped your hair to pull your head. Slowly, delicately, you pumped him with your hand, then slowly dragged your wet lips grazing over his sensitive tip. He almost jizzed just at that, then you kitten licked the bottom of the tip and tasted a bit of pre cum seep out. You could taste yourself still on his length. And you knew how you tasted from all the times he’s asked you to suck his fingers after he’s fucked you with them, or from your own fingers when he was far away, watching you from his phone.

You winked at him when you took half of him in, his hand pulling your head back and forth. You widened your mouth and let him fuck it at his pace. Then you pulled your pants off, spreading your legs as your fingers played with yourself. Jason pulled you hard, bottoming out. You could feel his length stretching your throat, chocking and gagging you with tears down your face, and your fingers harshly circling your clit. Your face glowed red, and he pulled entirely out just to push into your mouth again.

Jason didn’t come yet, but he took your chin and kissed you, hard. Then he set himself on the floor before you and pulled you on top of him as he laid down. Your legs were on his sides, and you grinding against his cock while his hand still gripped your hair.

“Sit on my face,” he growled. And you could feel your wetness stream down your thighs. You inched to his head, then turned to face the other way so you could watch his cock. You lowered yourself, then felt his hot breath against your cunt.

You felt him spit at your hole, and you moaned. Your clit was grazing against his bottom lip, then he circled it with his tongue. Jason held your hips and you took your shirt off to squeeze your own breasts. Fuck, his tongue just entered inside you. It was hot, burning, and it was soft. Fucking hell, this man. And his finger, stimulating the outside of your asshole, you could no longer hold back your moans.

His cock was leaking, so you bent over and took him in your mouth, the cock curving down to your neck. You sucked him off to suppress your own moans. And it worked, if not for the vibrating hums up your pussy and his dick. You sat there quietly, feeling the ecstasy from the outside of your cunt and choking into his cock. Without his strong hands, you couldn’t take the whole of him in. So you pumped the bottom of his length while you sucked on him hard.

Jason’s lips were encircling your clit, and his tongue violated it to the point where the shivers down your limbs almost made you fall off of him. “Oh!” you screamed, then moaned with him in your mouth. You took as much of him as you could, just how he liked it, then he came apart.

His cum spilled over your mouth, breast, and hair. You’ll have to wash this off tonight. But his moans, you could feel him shaking, furiously lapping at your cunt the more he came. You dove back in and swallowed around him, just as you felt his thumb dip into your pussy and you squirted all over his mouth. You stopped sucking him, gasping as you sat back and felt his hands go up to hold your waist. You held your head back, riding your high and moving your hips. Your whole body came apart. You were writhing, holding back most of your screams. And the mind-blowing orgasms had you weak and almost limbless.

Jason kissed your pussy, then you swung your leg over just to straddle him again, facing him this time as he sat up, then kissed him with the sweet, slow kisses you always had after fucking. His touch on you was gentle now, brushing your hair back and his hands holding your hips.

“Master Jason-”

You covered yourself and grabbed your shirt from the floor, pulling it on hurriedly while Jason zipped his pants up and stood. “Hey-y, Alfred-“

“Master Bruce will be home early tonight.” The old man faced away from the sight but continued talking. “Here’s a towel. Do clean up after yourself.”

Fucking hell. You buried your face into your hands. The moment you heard the door close you nudged his arm and stood. “I thought you fucking locked the door.”

“Sorry,” he laughed. He continued to laugh until you playfully pushed him. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead.

“Let’s take this to my room.”

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He woke up to your sleeping form, bare back turned the other way. Jason went up to you, kissing your shoulder. You were still asleep, and it was almost noon. The amount of sex you had last night sent you dead asleep and his thighs burning. Never mind how he works out like a beast every single day. Fucking you always got him sore.

Jason got up and pulled his pants off from the floor. He’ll bring you breakfast from downstairs, ready for you just as you’d wake up. He knew you loved that. Slowly making his way down the large staircase, he ruffled his hair and went to the kitchen.

Alfred was there wearing an apron. “Mornin’ Alfred.”

“Good morning, Master Jason.”

“That for me?”

“This is for Master Damian. Your and Miss Y/N’s meal is on the table there.”

“Thanks.” He got a tray and placed your food, balancing them out. Just as he was about to walk away with it, he turned back to the butler.

“And uh, sorry ‘bout last night.”

“Oh, not to worry, Master Jason. I’ve witness far worse from Master Dick. On multiple occasions.”

He stopped turned his ladle from the pot, then looked at Jason.

“You’ve grown up, dear boy.”

Jason smiled at him. “Thanks, Alfred.”

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Ya’ll need Jesus

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[littleredwing89]

Set Up

SET UP

Dick Grayson X Reader

Summary: She took a deep breath, regaining her composure after feeling giddy when his breath hit her neck, leaned forward with the stick in her hands, and aimed. She missed the cue ball terribly and laughed. "I told you I don't play”. "Yes, you did", he chuckled and shook his head, "Let me teach you", He whispered, stepping behind her.

Warnings – NSFW Smut. Language. Semi Public Sex.

Word Count: 4,844

A/N: I just want to wish everyone a HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! I hope 2021 brings you all luck, happiness and health. Love always xoxo

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Y/N looked over the room and scanned the crowd for someone that she knew that she could actually have a conversation with but saw no one. She sighed and drained her champagne flute and sat it back on a table and wandered through the crowd. Her friend Steph loved throwing theme parties and tonight's was a 1920's gangster era party.

It was well past midnight, and she was getting tired, but had said she would stay and help clean after everyone went home, which didn't look to be soon. She strayed through the house toward the back and down the hall. She heard clicking and realized someone was shooting pool in the den, which she thought was supposed to be closed to the guests. She went down the hall to see who was in the room and with the intention of shooing them out.

***

She pushed the sliding door open softly and investigated the room. Y/N saw the finest ass she'd seen in a while encased in a pair of black tuxedo pants. The body attached to that ass was leaning over getting ready to take a shot. He had removed his jacket and thrown it on a chair. He pulled back the cue, thrust it forward, and missed horribly. He hung his head and chuckled to himself. She walked into the room and slid the door closed quietly.

"You missed", she said quietly, walking up to the table and running her hand along the green fabric. She reached the end of the table and faced him, picking up a ball and rolling it in her hands. He looked up and laughed laying the cue stick on the table. Dick began loosening his tie. He took in her presence; she was a very lovely distraction in green.

"I know", he finished unfastening his tie and left it hanging free. He unbuttoned the top buttons at his neck and breathed a little easier. He looked at her as she rolled the ball in her hands and began unbuttoning his shirt sleeves, rolling them up one at a time. He finished and leaned both hands on the table and nodded towards it.

"Do you play?", he asked.

"No", Y/N laughed, "I only know the balls go in the pockets with the stick. That's about it".

She laid the ball back on the table and rolled it towards him. He caught it with his hand and tossed it in the air and caught it.

"You know, no one is supposed to be in here. It's usually off limits during a party", she said as she walked up to him. She stopped at the end of the table beside him, rested her ass on the table and folded her arms looking at him questioningly.

"Well…", he sighed, "I'm not much into parties, and I only promised to come as a favour for a friend and she begged", Dick laughed lightly, "I actually think she was trying to set me up with one of her friends, but I can't prove it".

Dick walked around the table and pulled the triangle out, loading balls into it. He looked up as he did, admiring the back of her. Her hair was caught up in some fashion at the top of her head, exposing her skin, but letting little curls fall against her neck in an enticing way. He saw her turn her head halfway and caught her profile. Her skin was delicate and the dress she wore looked stunning on her. He followed the one strap down her back to her small rear that was resting on the table.

"You wouldn't be Dick, would you?", she asked.

He stopped what he was doing and looked up in question. He finished placing the balls in the triangle, rolled them forward and then pulled them back. Dick removed the triangle and returned it to its place before walking around the table. He sat at the end of it with her and looked at her.

"Yes, my name is Dick", he said holding out his hand, "Not that I mind a lovely woman knowing my name, but who are you?", he smiled.

Y/N groaned in outrage and let her arms fall and pushed away from the table, "I'm going to kill her”, she whispered and headed toward the door.

"Wait, wait a minute", Dick said, taking a hold of her arm, "Why would my name spark such anger?", he grinned.

She stopped and turned around looking at his hand holding her wrist lightly. She sighed and took one step back toward him, "This friend you promised, what would her name be?", she asked.

"Steph?", he said softly, hoping it wouldn't set her off again. He lifted her hand in his and kissed the back of it. She groaned again and hung her head, shaking it gently back and forth.

"You realize you've been set up? We both have", Y/N asked, "Steph invited you here to set you up with me".

"Well", he began, lowering her hand but still holding it in his, "I'll have to thank her later".

"No, you don't understand", she laughed and tried to pull her hand free. He looked up in surprise and pulled her towards him until she was flush with his body.

"I understand that Steph wanted me to meet her very lovely friend", He said huskily, "Y/N", Dick murmured as if the name just came to him.

"Your name is Y/N. You're a genuinely nice person, very giving, and very caring”, he listed off things Steph had told him about her that he was now remembering, "You have a wonderful smile, beautiful E/C eyes, and adorable ears…".

She arched her eyebrow at the last comment as he laughed.

"Ok, I made that last part about your ears up myself. Oh, and if I hurt you, I'm to die a thousand deaths of immense and impossible to describe pain", he finished, laughing cheekily.

"Well, at least she warned you", Y/N laughed. She looked down at her hand still in his and cocked her head to one side, "I really need to go and kill her now, so if I could have my hand?".

"Oh, you don't need to do that right now. Play pool with me; let her wonder where you are", Dick suggested.

"I told you I don't play".

"I'll teach you", he leaned over, picked up the cue and brought it between the two of them.

"Well, I'll need both hands", Y/N said, looking down at her hand still held in his.

"My loss”, he whispered and let her hand go.

***

Dick walked behind her, holding the cue stick in front of her. He leaned in and inhaled her perfume as he stood behind her. Y/N reached up and took the pool cue, feeling his breath on her neck. She turned her head slightly to look at him and realized he was still remarkably close to her.

"I'm sorry", he whispered, "you smell incredible".

He dragged a finger up her arm, making it tingle. Dick inhaled deeply next to her ear, letting his breath warm her earlobe.

"Well, I'm not sorry", he admitted flirtatiously, chuckling. He pulled back from her and waved to the table, "Take the first shot".

She took a deep breath, regaining her composure after feeling giddy when his breath hit her neck, leaned forward with the stick in her hands, and aimed. She missed the cue ball terribly and laughed.

"I told you I don't play”.

"Yes, you did", he chuckled and shook his head, "Let me teach you", He whispered, stepping behind her. He groaned inwardly feeling her rear against him. Dick looked down and realized she had no bra on underneath the silky confection of her dress and he swallowed hard. He gathered his thoughts together and tried to push the image of her naked out of his mind. Covering her hands with his, he helped her position it and leaned over with her to help her take that shot.

"Now, you take the stick in your hand”, He smirked softly, "That sounds bad, doesn't it?".

Y/N giggled and put the stick down on the table. She stood up and turned around slowly to face him.

"I think it's a lost cause", She said softly, looking into his eyes.

"Maybe pool is", he whispered, running a finger over her bare shoulder and running it down her arm, "But we could do something else to pass the time”.

He cupped her face in his hand and ran his thumb over her lower lip. He stepped close to her so there was no space between them.

"And what could we do?", her voice barely above a whisper.

He smiled and brought his other hand up to her face pulling her to him and kissed her gently. First kissing her lower lip and running his tongue over it, then repeating the movement on the upper lip. He felt her gasp against his mouth and as her lips opened wider, he gently stroked her tongue with his. Feeling no resistance, Dick pushed his tongue into Y/N’s mouth, slowly tangling it against hers. He tilted his head to the side and leaned into her, pushing her ass against the table.

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Y/N heard a sound and realized it was her as she moaned into his mouth, feeling his tongue slide against hers. She brought her hands up and placed them on his arms, his chest pushed against hers, and her bottom snug against the pool table. She felt Dick’s hands move down her back and settle against her hips. He pulled his mouth from hers slowly and laid his forehead against hers, his breath coming in pants against her lips.

"Tell me I'm not the only one who felt something there", Dick groaned, opening his eyes and looking into hers, his body not moving, still pinning her to the pool table.

She licked her lips, his taste still with her and looked back at him. Y/N ran her hands up his chest and up to his neck, slowly sliding her thumbs over his earlobes. She ran the fingers of one hand down his jaw and up over his lips, feeling moisture on them from their kiss.

"No", she whispered, "You're not the only one who felt something there".

Leaning forward she kissed his lower lip, smiling at him and let her hands rest on his chest again.

"Thank God", Dick said as he leaned his head in and took her mouth again. He kissed his way down her jaw and licked the shell of her ear. He heard her gasp and repeated the motion. His tongue made its way down her neck and bare shoulder, biting gently. He reached over with one hand and pulled the strap of her dress down, letting the fabric of her dress rest above her breasts. Dick pulled back and looked at her, seeking permission.

Y/N shrugged her shoulder, the strap falling further and exposing more of her breasts. He ran a finger under her chin, down her neck, between her breasts and snagged the dress with his finger tugging it down. She stepped away from the table to let the dress fall. It pooled at her feet, leaving her standing before him in white lace bikini panties, thigh high stockings of silky sheer nylon and high heeled vintage shoes.

Dick breathed in deeply, telling himself to calm down, even though he felt himself go immediately hard when he took in her naked body. He leaned in and kissed her gently, sucking her lower lip into his mouth and running his tongue over it. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he ran them down her arms, holding her hands in his and enjoying her mouth. He stepped up to her and slid his hands down her back to her waist, lifting her up and onto the pool table. Dick pushed her legs apart gently and stepped between them, his crotch resting in hers. He groaned as he felt the heat of her through his zipper.

She reached up and began unbuttoning his shirt, placing kisses down his jaw and neck as she did so. His skin soft under her lips. Y/N reached the button just above his pants and whispered into his ear.

"Help me get this off so I can feel you", she spread his shirt open and ran her thumbs over his nipples. He pulled his shirt out of his pants and let it drop to the floor. Dick felt her hands running over his chest, the soft touches sending shocks of pleasure through his body. He watched her lean forward and kiss his nipple and he groaned deeply. The sound rumbling through his chest.

She smiled against his chest after hearing his groan and licked it lightly. Y/N felt it harden and kissed her way up his chest to his neck. She licked her way to his ear and sucked the lobe into her mouth. She felt his hands on her thighs, slowly rubbing them.

"You should know I don't normally do this", she whispered into his ear. Her breath causing him to shiver in delight.

"Do what?", he groaned and kissed her shoulder.

"Have sex with strange men I've just met".

"Ah", Dick said, leaning back and looking at her. He held her face in his hands and kissed her softly, "I'm not strange, I'm Dick", he chuckled against her mouth hoping to lighten the mood with the beauty in his arms.

She laughed, sending vibrations through him, making him smile. Her hands ran over his shoulders and down his arms, loving the feel of his skin.

"I don't normally do this either", he said as he took her hands in his and kissed both of her palms and placed them back on his bare chest, "But you are incredibly beautiful and kissing you is...I can't explain what it is, but I want to keep doing it for days", he leaned in and licked her lower lip, "And if that's how I feel about kissing you, I can't imagine how it will feel during sex, but I'm willing to risk it", He pushed his tongue into her mouth and moaned as she glided her tongue against his.

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He ran his palms down and cupped both her breasts, feeling her gasp into his mouth. Dick flicked his thumbs over her nipples, feeling them stiffen and then rolled them between his thumb and forefinger. He felt her push them into his hands and groaned.

Dick broke off kissing her and leaned down, lifting her left breast up and into his mouth. He licked once, heard her gasp, and took it further into his mouth, sucking gently, letting his tongue run over it again and again. He looked up and saw Y/N’s head fall back and heard her moan, urging him on. He felt her hands on his head, holding him to her breast.

He moved to her other breast and gave it the same attention, hearing her moan as he licked her nipple. Dick sucked it between his teeth and held it gently to flick his tongue over the tip.  The sounds she was making encouraged him further. She sounded perfect. He took his mouth from her nipple, dragging his tongue over her breast and up to her neck. Dick could feel and hear her panting against him, making him smile against her skin.

Slowly, he bent down and was squatted between her legs, eye level with her pussy. Looking up at her as she ran her hands over his head, Dick smirked. He kissed her inner thighs and ran his hands up to her hips and pulled her to the edge of the table. He ran his hand over her panties, dragging his fingers over the lace watching her squirm under his touch. Dick inhaled her scent and ran his fingers over the elastic at the edge of her panties and pulled gently, “These have got to go”.

Y/N leaned back on her hands and lifted her hips up, allowing him to pull her panties off. He tugged them down her thighs, slipped them over her knees and down her calves. He pulled them off and let them drop on the floor with his shirt and her dress.

He stood up, slowly dragging his hands up her thighs, lifting her legs up behind her knees and spreading her legs as she lay back on her elbows and watched him. Dick slid his hands down her inner thighs, and slowly stroked her pussy lips with the back of his fingers.

She gasped and watched him through half closed eyes. Y/N didn't know what she was doing, but she wanted him, she wanted him to taste her, to be inside her, and make her cum. She didn't know whether it was too much champagne, but she knew she didn't care as she felt his fingers part her lips and stroke more insistently. As his thumb found her clit, she gasped loudly.

"Please", she whimpered.

He looked up into her eyes and leaned in, kissing her stomach. Dick dragged his tongue downward and kissed the top of her pussy lips, letting his tongue slip inside and graze her clit. He felt her legs fall further apart, and he used his fingers to spread her lips open further and slid his tongue down her inner lips.

Y/N moaned and bucked her hips up as his tongue travelled downward. Dick slid his hands up under her thighs as he ran his tongue up and wrapped his lips around her clit. He heard her moan and he held her hips down as she surged up off the table and pushed her pussy to his mouth. He sucked on her clit, rubbing the underside of his tongue up over it and flicking the tip of his tongue over it again and again.

Sliding one hand from under her thigh, he gently pushed a finger into her warmth, thrusting it in as he heard her hands slap the table. He looked up to make sure he hadn't hurt her, and saw her head falling back, her mouth open and her breasts rising and falling with each panting breath she took. She looked incredible. He began thrusting his finger in and out, in rhythm with his tongue stroking her clit.

"More", she panted, "Please, more…”.

She felt his tongue running all over her clit, his finger thrusting in and out. Y/N looked down and panted as she felt him insert another finger inside her and began moaning louder.

"Yes, please! Ohhh!", she moaned, pushing her hips upward. Y/N could hear his fingers going in and out, she was so wet and on the verge of climax. She felt the tingling in her pussy and her nipples as she gasped, realizing she was about to cum.

He hummed against her pussy, licking furiously, and thrusting his fingers faster into her as he felt her clamp down on them. Dick heard her urging him on, her words a jumbled mess.

"Yes! Yes! YES!!!", she cried out as she writhed her hips up to his mouth, feeling the orgasm wash over her, collapsing back onto the table, panting hard. Her breasts rising and falling with each breath. Dick had never seen anything more beautiful as he watched the spasms subside and her body come back to reality. He kissed each thigh softly and leaned up to kiss her stomach.

Dick trailed his hands up her stomach and cupped her breasts, running his thumb over her nipples. He stroked her arms and caught her hands and tugged on them, pulling her up into a sitting position and looked into her eyes. Sliding his hands up her arms and up to her neck, he cupped her face in his hands and leaned in, kissing her lips. Feeling her breath mingle against his. He leaned his forehead against hers, inwardly counting backward so he wouldn't jump her immediately.

***

She ran her hands down his chest, hitting the waistband of his pants and unbuttoning them. Sliding the zipper down slowly, she pushed his pants down his hips and heard them hit the floor. Y/N ran a finger just inside the waistband of his briefs looking down.

"Those look a little snug", she grinned up at him.

"You have no idea", he groaned as he felt the back of her fingers brush his cock through his briefs.

“Jesus, that feels good", Dick whispered and placed his hands on either side of her hips on the table. He heard her laugh softly and felt her tugging his briefs downward, freeing his cock so it practically bounced against his stomach.

"Oh", she whispered and took it in her hand and softly stroked it, "And how does that feel?", she asked slyly as he moaned and pushed his hips forward, pushing his cock into her hand.

"That feels even better sweetheart", he whispered against her lips.

Dick pushed her thighs wider and pushed his body forward. Looking down between them, he took his cock in his hand, feeling her fingers brush his as she let go. He guided it to her pussy, feeling her heat on the tip.

“Fuck”, he rasped.

She shifted her hips forward, feeling the head of his cock against her wet pussy. Y/N felt him stroke the head up the lips of her and go back down again. She gasped and leaned back on her hands, enjoying the pleasure.

"That feels so good", she panted. He smiled and pushed the head into her opening slowly.

"Oh yeah? And how does that feel?", he teased, pushing forward slowly. She gasped and let her head fall back as she felt him push his cock deeper inside her. Feeling his hands under her thighs, she whined, lifting them slightly and pushing his cock all the way inside her.

"Oh God Dick", she gasped and began to lie down on the table.

"No", he moaned and grabbed her hands and tugged her towards him in a sitting position. He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her to him, his cock buried inside her.

Y/N grabbed onto his shoulders as he leaned in and kissed her lips, opening his mouth wide and sucking her tongue into his mouth. She felt Dick begin to rock against her and she moaned into his mouth. She slid her hands down his back and placed her hands on his ass and pulled him towards her.

Dick pulled his mouth away from hers and kissed her neck, groaning as he felt her muscles clamp around him. He kept up his slow rocking against her, enjoying the feel of her, running his hands all over her body, feeling the softness of her skin.

"Take me", she whispered against his mouth.

He groaned and thrust hard into her, feeling her body accept him.

"Again", she whimpered circling her hips, "Do it again".

Y/N stroked her hands up his back and grabbed his shoulders and held on as he began driving his cock inside her.

"Fuck, sweetheart, you feel so good", he groaned into her mouth, pushing harder into her, feeling her hands sliding down his back. He let her lay back on the table, lifting her legs under her knees, and began thrusting deeper. She moaned as he plunged into her, her breasts bouncing as he slid into her each time, over and over.

"Please don't stop", she sobbed, rolling her head from side to side, loving the feeling of him thrusting inside her. Deeper. Harder. Y/N brought her hands to her breasts and began pulling at her nipples unconsciously, panting hard, biting her lip.

"Fuck, I'm so close", she panted.

He watched her playing with her breasts, groaning huskily as he heard her words and drove harder, lifting her right leg up and over his shoulder. Bringing his other hand up and between her legs, his thumb found her clit and brushed it from side to side, making her moan louder. Dick felt her clamp down on him and her back arch, her breasts thrust in the air as she lifted herself up on her hands.

"Yes!!!", she cried, "Don't stop, I'm gonna cum. Don't stop...Please! Fuck!", she screamed out and threw her head back and moaned long and loud.

He thrust hard and felt her clench him inside her and felt her spasms as she came, feeling his cock slide faster as her orgasm washed over his cock. He watched her slide her arms back and lay on the table, panting hard, and her body quivering. He slowed his thrusting and waited for her to come back to him.

"Wow", she whispered, running a hand over her breasts. Y/N looked up at him and smiled.

Bringing her leg down from his shoulder, she slowly sat up and ran her hands over his chest. He slowed his thrusting even more and just started rocking against her.

"Watching you was incredible", Dick smiled and ran his thumb over her lip. He slid out of her and leaned back away from her. She looked up at him questioningly as he smiled at her. He pulled her towards him, and she hopped off the table and stood in front of him.

"Turn around", he muttered lowly.

She gasped but did as he asked. Y/N felt his hands on her back, urging her to lean over the table. She did so, feeling the crushed velvet feel of the table brush her nipples and breasts. Y/N spread her legs for him and felt him lift her right leg up and place her knee on the table, fully exposing her pussy. The cold air of the room sent shivers up her spine.

He pushed forward and slid into her all at once, hearing her gasp. He placed his hands on her ass and began thrusting into her pussy fast and hard. Dick grunted as he thrust into her warmth, feeling his balls tighten as he felt himself begin to lose it. Y/N moaned for him not to stop, her nails dragging across the table as he thrust harder into her pussy, feeling her slickness ease his way.

She felt him piston into her harder, his balls smacking against her clit, making her moan incoherently. He began driving into her harder, she could hear his hips slapping against her ass.

"Yes…Yes!!!", Y/N chanted over and over, feeling the tingling begin in her pussy again as she felt herself cumming for a third time. She moaned, hardly believing she was about to cum again.

"Don't stop…god please don’t stop", Y/N begged, looking over her shoulder at him.

He looked down at her, grunting each time he thrust. Dick felt his own orgasm fast approaching. Fuck. He sped up his thrusts and groaned, feeling her pussy squeeze around his cock again. Her slick heat made him go over the edge as he thrust and moaned.

"Fuck…sweetheart!", he groaned as he felt himself release inside her, still thrusting and spurting hot cum deep into her pussy. Dick slowed his thrusts, fully enjoying the feeling. Dick stopped thrusting and began to rock instead, shrinking inside of her. He leaned forward and kissed her shoulder and her neck, down the back of her spine, panting against her back, feeling her damp skin against his lips.

Dick leaned back and brought her with him, easing her leg off of the table and wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his face in her neck. Y/N held his hands around her waist and turned her head and kissed his cheek.

They stood together for a time then she pulled his hands away, "I need to go back in and check on things", her voice was quiet as she began looking for her panties and dress.

He leaned down, pulling up his briefs and trousers before reaching for his shirt, "I'll go with you”, Dick said as he watched her step into her panties and pull her dress up. He reached over, pulled the strap over her shoulder and kissed her neck.

He reached for his shirt that she'd picked up and shrugged into it, tucking it into his pants and fastening them. As he buttoned his shirt, he left the top two buttons open. He reached for her hand and brought it to his mouth and kissed her palm.

"You-you aren't having regrets, are you?", he asked shyly, "because what we just shared was amazing".

"No", she murmured, "I just don't do this sort of thing".

She felt herself blushing and laughed at him.

He leaned forward and captured her lips in a sweet kiss, "Well, lucky me", Dick winked then grinned at her before pulling her to the door. He grabbed his jacket and shoved his tie in the top pocket. The grandfather clock chimed 2 a.m. as he pushed the door open and pulled Y/N out with him.

They walked down the hall together holding hands and looking at each other periodically, laughing between themselves.

It was the start of something - beautiful.

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Late Night Reassurances - Dick Grayson x Reader

Summary:

Dick being an adorably worried dork who blames himself when you get shot. What a shocker

Word count:800

Warning: Implied SMUT, Basically Fluff with a little bit of angst if you squint hard enough, Violence..? I mean the reader got shot soooo...

A/N : Hope you like my 3 AM thinking :)

This is the first time I wrote something and actually finished it sooo I hope you all like it 👉👈

Also I have been thinking about writing for a long time now but I always ended up making excuses. Thinking no one will like it, but I guess I just needed a final push. As cheesy as this is going to sound: @littleredwing89 and @batarella you both are my inspiration.

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It was 2 AM and you were on your way to the kitchen for a midnight snack when you heard someone behind you.

Before you could make a guess as to which one of your family member it is, even though you had a hunch it was your boyfriend, Dick Grayson, you heard his deep and playful voice, "So what did I miss beautiful?" You could tell he was amused and you had a pretty good idea as to why.

"Nothing." You replied, making it seem like there is nothing out of the ordinary

"Nothing, huh? Well then I suppose there is a very plausible explanation for there to be three very unfriendly looking, knocked out men near the apartment dumpster?"

Dick raised an eyebrow as if he was expecting an answer. You turned around to face him and you  just shrugged at the man, who gave you such a disapproving look that it rivaled that of the Big Bad Bat.

"It's not my fault they can't let a lady take out her trash in peace. They had it coming when they decided they wanna mug me at gun point and whatnot."

Dick did not seem happy at the answer he received.

"(Y/N)...Babe, you should-"

"Be more careful. I know. I know." You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose, you continued, "It has been a week since I got shot, the bullet hardly grazed me! I know you want me to take it easy, but I feel fine. Hell! I am pretty sure I can kick your ass right now."

Dick chuckled when he saw the pout on your face. He had to admit he missed having you out on the field, racing up the fire escapes, soaring through the rooftops, laughing alongside him  when he made some really bad puns but even though he knew you can take care of yourself, the thought of you getting hurt because he wasn't there, made his heart clench.

Dick clearly remembered the night you got shot. It was just another mission that went the other way. You were trying to stop the truck loaded with drugs that were being sold in every corner of every alley. You had to stop it. Dick knew you could so he got busy goofing around with a thug, he could have taken down easily. Niether of you had noticed the sniper, on the rooftop of the adjacent building, who proceed to shoot you straight in the gut.

Dick was smiling but you knew him well enough to recognize the faraway look in his eyes which meant he was blaming himself again. There aren't many people in this world who can truly understand him, they don't always see the pain behind his smile, but you do.

You brushed your knuckles over his cheek, forcing him to meet your eyes."I am here, Dick and I am okay, better than okay if I say so myself. I really am but if it makes you feel better I won't go out on patrol for now and I will definitely take it easy for few days more, and the bonus is that we can binge watch our favorite series which I might add, is something we have been trying to do since i don't even remember when, ....Okay?", You whispered as you gave him a reassuring smile.

Upon hearing your words he relaxed a bit. Of course you would know just what to say to put him at ease. Instead of a reply Dick leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. You responded eagerly as he cupped your cheeks in his hands to pull your closer. He ran his tongue along your lower lip as you nipped playfully on his lips. Dick's response was a mix of a deep groan and a whine which had you craving for more but you eventually had to pull away due to the lack of breath.

You both were dizzy from the kiss as he pressed your forehead to his.

"(Y/N), I love you but you drive me crazy."

"I like to keep you on your toes, boy wonder." You kissed his neck and made your way to his ear. Dick closed his eyes and let his head hang back. You could feel him shiver as your hot breath fanned over him, biting his earlobe, you whispered. "I love you too."

Then all too suddenly you were gone, Dick's eyes shot open from the loss of your warmth "No offense Grayson but you smell worse than Killer croc", you called out as he saw you walking towards the shower.

You turned around to give him a cheeky grin. "Care to join?" You winked and you swear you have never seen Dick respond so quickly to something you said as he almost tackled you in the bathroom.

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[internalsealpanic]

Lesson Learned

summary: Pinning exercises are a lot easier when you ask nicely.

a/n: The backstory to this piece was that I went to the church part of our discord server and told people about me being thirsty about Slade and they collectively went: DO HIM. The reader does have a backstory which boils down to rich girl from a crime family is a little shit because I thought this would have a funny dynamic with Slade.  Special thanks to @batarella and @knightfall05x for proof reading and giving me ideas. Would this count as my one entry for kinktober? 

warnings:  This is straight up smut. Please read responsibly. Brat taming, strength kink, daddy kink, orgasm denial, and hinted size kink. (Hilariously half of these were by complete accident.) There is some injury mentioned but not too graphically. Both characters are assholes.   

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Slade was on the ground, his head was swimming even as the sharp shriek of sirens rang loud in his ears. His senses were at once too sharp and too unfocused. Whatever drug he'd been hit with had to have targeted the nerves in his muscles too. He couldn't move. Not substantially anyway. Not in a way that would actually help him.  Through the haze he hears the clicking of heels against the floor, then a sharp pain shoots through him when said heel dug into one of his still closing bullet wounds. 

 You stood above him, your shark's smile hidden behind your mask.  "Well old man, I didn't think you would be caught this easy. I might need to rethink this meeting." You hummed tapping your chin as you lean down your heel digging further into his flesh. It's a tactic your sister had taught you. People were less inclined to think clearly when in excruciating pain.  If Deathstroke was this easy to capture, was he really worth your money? 

 He was watching you, blue eyes looking defiant. You whistled low. You liked a hard negotiation. It kept things more interesting. The rapid footsteps of men drew you out of your contemplation much to your annoyance. You debated on just paying them to go away. It would make your life easier but there's a chance these men were truly loyal to the man you had just paid a visit to.

 You weigh your options. His reputation may be enough to keep your siblings away. Maybe just long enough 'til their petty little war is over. "I'm going to hire you-"

 "-this assumes I'm going to say yes"

 You snorted. He noted the confident roll in your shoulders, the kind of cocky self-assured gesture of someone who knows they're going to win.  Every movement, every angling of your form deliberately used to show a difference in power and lack of respect. In short, it made you very punchable.

 "Your statement assumes you have a choice." You chuckled tilting your head to the side in challenge. He scowled at you and you try to keep the sheer delight you feel out of your body language. You weren't sadistic by any means but for one, brutality was practically bred into you, and two, you are, what your darling eldest brother had so kindly put, a  little bitch.  "I'll tell you why you'll say yes to my proposal." You said stepping off of him and pirouetting towards your duffle bag. "One, I'm offering your more than a million dollars in cash for the simple job of training me-" You observed his face as it remains carefully impassive. You expected as much. You heft your bag into your arms and unzip it rummaging through the cache of weapons you had stored just in case plan A through F failed you. "Unless we're associated, I'm the only one walking out of here with any money for their troubles." You said tossing the severed head of his target in front of him. You gave him an all too pleased grin. 

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 You find yourself pinned down again in the span of 15 minutes, face squished against the training mat, your arms pinned behind you, and most annoyingly your ass raised while your bastard of an instructor laughs in your ear, his lips dangerously close to your ear. You hiss and bristle feeling the fibers in your muscles burn from the uncomfortable angle they've been forced into.  You squirm trying to buck him off but his strength rendered your efforts moot. His enhanced strength keeps your body firmly between the sweat-covered mat and his large, toned body which just made you bite your lip to keep anything vulgar from escaping you. 

 You were 110% sure he was fucking with you at this point but any smart remark you had was either smothered by the mat or died whenever you felt acutely aware of your skin against his.  

 "Get off of me, old man," You snarl, making a futile attempt to kick him off with one of your legs. He chuckles at your weak attempts, the reverberations from his chest pressing against your back sending a thrum of excitement rolling over you concentrating into more distracting areas. You can't see it but you know he's grinning smugly above you and you can't decide whether it's your horniness or your anger that will win out. You sincerely hope it's the latter. 

 "C'mon, kid, you can get out of this," He encourages but you don't miss the playful mockery dancing in his tone. You squirm and wriggle and sigh. "Just let me out," You demand, politely. He doesn't budge. You turn your head to pout petulantly at him. That doesn't do anything either. 

 You sigh again. You hated pinning exercises with a carefully cultivated passion which you would normally direct at whatever instructor was dumb enough to force it upon you. However, that wasn't really possible as of this moment. One of the reasons for this hatred was that you were never pinned down unless you wanted to be, even then they were usually too hesitant to follow through so you never really saw any practical use for the skill. That is until last week when you found yourself being pinned down by the Red Hood which was honestly a fantastic position if you weren't trying to get away from him. Apparently, the large man didn't take too kindly to being shot at even when your very professional self explained that you were in fact a decoy. After you were entirely unable to slip his hold, you begrudgingly agreed to let Slade teach you a few maneuvers. The other reason was that you liked being pinned down. Your body is far too enthusiastic about the feeling of being pinned down. You're pretty sure you've expended more energy into suppressing your thrilled shivers than you have trying to get out of any of the holds he's demonstrated so far.  The fact that he was an attractive asshole with no shirt did not help.    

 "Maybe if you ask nicely, princess" He drawls his teeth grazing your ear, beard bristling against the sensitive skin of your shoulder. You bite back a groan and stop the cant of your hips. "Or are you even capable of that?"

 "I am, sir" You grind out but it sounds too breathy to be threatening. You feel the curve of his lips against your shoulder.

 "Dunno, brat, I've never seen you do it," He taunts pressing closer to you. You're suddenly aware of just how close you two are. You hate how the way he called you brat sent thrills up your spine. You try to even your breath but you're entirely too feverish both body and mind. You had to think of something before you were lost in a haze.

 You nudge your arm one last time before an idea strikes. A familiar shark-like grin spreads like wildfire across your features. Pressing your ass against his crotch, you roll your hips, the movement slow and deliberate and painfully tempting. Sure, it was a dirty trick but 1) he never said anything about using your assets 2) you've been wanting to do that since the first hold. You feel his muscles tense and you can't help but radiate smugness.  Your smile vanishes, however, when he rolls his hips against yours giving you a feel of his hardened length through the thin fabric of your gym shorts. The slow, tantalizing friction against your core draws out a vulgar moan from you. 

 "Do you wanna run that by me again, brat?" He whispers low and husky emphasizing the last word with another grind of his hip. You pant, hips answering back with their own desperate movement. You want to let your hips keep moving, to make him move, to feel his cock against your core but pride flared in your chest. "Make me." You bite out. "I really should teach you some manners."You feel the low rumble of his answer in response seemingly amused by your continued resistance. He rocks his hips against yours drawing out another breathy moan from you. Out of spite you bite your bottom lip and rock your hips in tandem with his. What did you hope to accomplish from this? You don't know but it certainly felt good. Your skin feels hot and oversensitive as your bodies continue to move at this rhythm. The feel of his muscles rippling against you makes you arch your back. You wanted more but you had too much pride. As if spurred on by the movement, he presses a kiss on your shoulder and sucks at your flesh, a rough hand grips your waist tight enough to bruise. "Slade!" You choke out losing your composure.  The cry sounds more like a plea than you would like. You sound so small and needy beneath his ministrations. 

 Distilling your anger into your weakening limbs you try to buck him off again. You make a small noise of triumph when he budges but whine when his grip on you just gets tighter. "Not quite, princess,"  

 He flips you onto your back. A hand pins both your arms above your head as he situates himself between your legs. His lips capture yours in a rough kiss, the type where you feel two bodies fighting each other for dominance. His teeth bite lightly against your bottom lip asking for entrance. You open your lips less in concession and more of a challenge. The wet muscles of your tongues entangle. Your nose is filled with the musk of him. It was overwhelming. You moan into the kiss and you feel him smile into it. Another small victory. 

 Slade ends the kiss having undeniably won the match. You try to move your hand to punch the grin off his face but again your hands don't budge. You curse his enhanced strength halfheartedly as the feeling of the heat coiling in the pit of your stomach takes over. Instead of diving back in for another kiss as you expected, Slade trails kisses down your jawline, your throat, and your collar bone leaving very defined very visible hickeys. There was something oddly possessive in his actions.  The look in his eye was predatory. 

 You, foolishly, let your attention wander to your hands seeing what angle you could possibly force them into so you can slip his grip and maybe turn the tables. Your attention snaps back to him when the pressure around your chest loosens and the distinct sound of a zipper fills your ears. Your eyes widen as you watch as he unzips the front of your sports bra with his teeth. Your breath catches even as your chest fills with the lack of constriction. Your too hot skin is grazed by the training room's cold air. He places a kiss in the valley between your breasts but when you whimper and move slightly urging him to proceed. He moves on to your stomach. "Asshat" You seethe through gritted teeth. You let out a groan of frustration. You were going to kill him. You honestly don't care if you've just wasted half a billion dollars on this asshole. 

 His kisses drift down to your inner thigh drawing a moan from you. Slade chuckles seeing your desire seeping through the thin fabric of your shorts. He isn't entirely surprised considering how unsubtle you are about your interest. A rare moment of embarrassment blankets you. Your legs try to close but rough hands pry them apart placing them on his broad shoulders. You bite your lip when he plants a kiss on your inner thigh. Your lips are puffy and red at this point, looking delicious as you panted. Slade wonders how your lips would feel around his cock but he decides he'll save that for another time. He hooks his fingers on the waistband of your shorts and his eye widens momentarily when he doesn't feel a second layer of fabric underneath it. He looks at you incredulously.

 You shrug trying to keep the mischief off your face looking absolutely unapologetic. "It's laundry day-" You shrug a little amused that this is the detail that caught him off guard. "-I did tell you I had stuff to do~"He also supposedly had stuff to do but, apparently, you were stuff. He chuckled and without dignifying your comment with an actual response, he rips your shorts off with ease and tosses them somewhere behind him.  A complaint or a threat, you weren't entirely sure, died on your lips when his tongue gave your core a nice long lick. A loud, needy keen escapes you. Your hands now free from his grasp dig into his scalp.  Pleased with your reaction he continues. His skilled tongue exploring your core hitting spots you didn't even know were there. Your hips meet to match his pace as he fucks you with his tongue. You whine when he withdraws his tongue but mewl loud and wanton when you feel two rough fingers stretching your insides. His mouth latches onto your sensitive bud, fingers pumping in and out.  You throw your head back not being able to contain your moans.

 "Look at me, brat," The command is deep and resonant. Your whole body buzzes with excitement. Slade can see your eyes dilate as his voice drops an octave. 

 "Yes," Your breath hitches when he doesn't move. "Sir" You add as a concession hoping it was enough. You felt your pride waning from the small piece of power being given away. Thankfully, he rewards you with another long lick before you can dwell on it. Slade watches as your face twists in pleasure trying your best not to throw your head back. You see the smugness on his face even when half of his face is buried between your legs. You don't attempt a threat simply because you don't trust whatever comes out of your mouth to be coherent. You were so close. You rock your hips trying to chase your high. Your skin is flush and glistening with sweat. You were so close. He feels your walls tightening around his fingers. Another needy keen escapes you as you were about to tip over the edge. 

 The motherfucker pulls back. You snarl at him but it comes out sounding more like a needy croon than anything else. He chuckles at you even as he captures your lips for another kiss. His tongue is thick with the taste of you. Your hand tangles itself into his hair while the other tugs at the waistband of his sweatpants.  He pulls away giving your lips one last nip before his body is off of you. It's funny how just moments ago you wanted him off of you badly enough that you'd play any dirty trick you could think of but now your skin is burning for his touch.  He takes off his sweat pants and his engorged cock slaps against his abs. It takes every brain cell at your disposal not to drool at the sight of it. He was BIG. You wonder briefly if he would even fit.  

 He spits on his cock rubbing his head against your thoroughly soaked folds. You mewl. A playful look in his eye does not go unnoticed but you were far too preoccupied with other concerns. Thankfully, so did he. Slade eases into your pussy in slow shallow thrusts. You can physically feel your walls stretching inch by inch as he works his way into your tight pussy. He can feel every bit of resistance your pussy is putting up. It's his turn to hiss when he finally bottoms out. Your walls cling to his member trying to milk it for all its worth. You drag your nails down from his shoulder to his arms. You pout when his skin heals immediately. You wanted to mark him as he did you but apparently, his healing factor was not up to being kinky today.   

 He laughs at your little protest and gives you a quick kiss. He begins to thrust shallow and languid. Your lips are locked in, sensually nibbling at each other's lips. You arch your back pressing your chest against his musculature savoring every bit of stimulation you could get.   You cant your hips against his urging him to go faster. His large hand grips your hips and pins them down. The coil in your stomach grows tighter at the ease at which he stops you. You feel him grin against your hot skin. 

 "Didn't I say I would teach you some manners?" He pulls himself out leaving you feeling hollow and wanting. You're pretty sure if you weren't drunk on your arousal the look in your eyes would be nothing short of murder, however, this was not the case, Whatever venom you had in you vanished in a swirl of neediness that racked your body. Your cant your hips uselessly trying to find friction only to be met with cool air. 

 "Slade pleeeeaaase!"

 You gasp, as a sharp stinging sensation on your pussy knocks the breath out of you. Slade gives you an expectant look. 

 "Sir, plea-"

 Another slap. Your back arches.  You’re panting heavy, mind swirling and searching. 

 "Daddy please!" The words tumble from your lips thoughtlessly. You both freeze. Slade's face is unreadable making you want to shrink away and let the earth swallow you whole. Panic rises in your chest until you feel his hips slam against yours. The force is enough to knock the breath out of you. He manhandles your body to fuck you at a better angle. His grip on your thighs tight and bruising. You whimper when he dips his head down near yours pressing kisses to your jaw and the pulsating flesh of your neck leaving your mouth free to moan his name like a mantra.   A deep resonant growl rumbles in his chest sending thrills through your skin into your spine. Your hardened nipples drag against his chest as they bounce with his pace. His cock pumps in and out of you at an animalistic pace. You were absolutely going mad over his rough pace but it wasn't enough to push you over. You were both so close.

 "Daddy, please! I- I need-" Slade's cock twitches. His pace goes from animalistic to punishing in the space of a heartbeat. He growls into your ear as he reaches down to rub your clit with skilled, calloused fingers. Your walls tighten around him as you go over the edge.  Your orgasm hits you in a flurry of heat and electricity. He fucks you through it as he chases his own. He pulls out his cock. Ropes of cum covering your chest and your stomach. 

 He lays beside you pulling you close. You moan quietly still feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm. He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, planting an open-mouthed kiss. You ease into his hold and close your eyes. 

 "See how easy your life is when you're a good girl, princess," He whispers mockingly into your ear. You raise a middle finger at him too fucked out to care whether it actually conveyed as much venom as you wanted it to. 

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The Prince of Gotham (Jason Todd x Reader)

absolutely love love love this one. Thank you again for the suggestions from my dearest friends in the taglist. You are all so amazingly talented. 

PRESENTING THE DAMNED PRINCE OF GOTHAM. I MEAN IS THERE EVEN A HOTTER VERSION OF JAYBIRD THAN THIS????

WORDS: 4509 WARNINGS: UNPROTECTED SEX. ORAL SEX FEMALE RECEIVING. FUCKING AGAINST THE AQUARIUM IN HIS ROOM. THE POOR FISH.

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Call him damned, or whatever the tabloids call him as Bruce Wayne’s forgotten son, the son he almost never talks about. Jason Todd will be damned for all that was left of his second life.

The glass was cold on his lips, even colder between his fingers. The Falcones were here again. At least one of them running their mouths at another million-dollar loss. He placed the glass onto a waiter’s tray and placed his firm hands into his jacket pockets.

Miguel came over to him, whispering about a blackjack table with an unruly foreigner throwing the cards at the other players. Surprised it wasn’t of the Falcones, Jason whispered something back. And the next thing he knew, Miguel was taking the culprit into the suite.

No one has crossed him too much. Yet. And not much has happened, either. At least by now, something should have happened. Penguin’s goons. Two Face’s. A worthwhile encounter with any of the beautiful women catching his eye. But there had been nothing. Nothing worth thinking twice about.

A crime lord. In Batman’s fucking city. It’s a death wish not many can escape from, not many can succeed in. The Dark Knight will eventually find some dirt on you, but him? His son? He’ll take it as a free pass. He smiled at a photographer taking a quick photo of him, straightening his jacket. The papers have been all over him tonight, more often than the past week. Just yesterday he saw an article about how he’s now up against Dick Grayson as the most sought-after Wayne bachelor.

The nightly performance should be up soon. He was told they’d bring in a number of beautiful women who usually danced at the bars on the outskirts of Gotham, so it should be something these strip club enthusiast pigs haven’t seen so often. Jason walked over behind the booths.

“Mr. Todd!” A man came to him with a crouched back, ginger hair and freckles that covered half his face. Stretching his hand out that wasn’t holding his camera, Jason firmly shook it. “Jimmy Olsen from the Daily Planet. Is it okay if I ask a few questions?”

“Ask away.”

“Proprietorship over the Iceberg Lounge costs millions of dollars, Mr. Todd. Did you have any financial assistance from Mr. Wayne in your investments?”

He wanted to scoff.

“No. I’m all on my own.”

“Are you involved in any of Wayne Enterprises’ operations, then?”

“Not in the slightest.”

“Then what other means of income did you have prior to the Iceberg?”

Blackmail. Robbery. Decapitating drug lords’ heads. Among others.

“My father taught me how to invest in the stock market with more accurate predictions than the average person.”

“You’re not so often mentioned by Mr. Wayne.”

“Well, I am the second eldest son. And there may have been a falling out at the time I was wrongfully declared legally dead. But now? I assume Bruce will have plenty of good things to say about me.”

“Mr. Wayne has not released any statement about your ownership of the Iceberg, Mr. Todd. The media has gone rampant after the Mr. Wayne’s absence in the Lounge’s opening ceremony.”

He wasn’t invited.

“I’m sure he was busy.”

“And your siblings?”

“They should be as well.”

“Last question, Mr. Todd. Will all eight of Mr. Wayne’s children have an equal share of his wealth?”

Huh. He’s never thought of that. “Perhaps. What are people saying?”

“Mr. Wayne is currently worth eighty billion dollars. That would mean you’d inherit ten billion dollars along with your other siblings.”

Shit. Maybe threatening Bruce with his identity a few days back wasn’t the brightest idea.

“Right now, I’m worth more than any of my siblings,” Jason smiled at the camera. “And if Mr. Wayne does give me an eighth of his fortune, I’d be sure to give you guys a first at an interview as the youngest new billionaire.”

Kylie Jenner can suck it.

The music started blaring out from the speakers. Burlesque music. He took another glass of champagne from a waiter and nodded at Jimmy Olsen. “Thank you.”

“Thank you, Mr. Todd!” he exclaimed.

Jason’s eyes were on stage. Five women with feathers around their arms twirled, moving their legs so gracefully to the music. They only had so much clothes on. Sipping into his glass, he moved closer to the stage.

.

A kiss may be grand but it won't pay the rental

On your humble flat, or help you at the automat

Men grow cold as girls grow old

And we all lose our charms in the end

But square cut or pear shaped

These rocks don't lose their shape

Diamonds are a girl's best friend

.

You caught his eye more than anyone else in the damn room.

You were staring right at him, then with your soft, lace covered hands, you ran it over the side of your cheek, over your red-stained lips. You were covered in red. And the wig you had, a short blonde one, you had that Marilyn Monroe look he always had a thing for. You reminded him of Isabel, the flight attendant he once dated. But you? On stage with your legs covered in the most intricate fish nets, you were definitely something else.

You looked at him again. Perhaps you knew who he was. Your mouth so slightly parted, and the feathers grazed against your glistening lips. Jason smiled at you. You didn’t smile back. At the next move, you moved to the other side of the stage and faced away from him.

Jason then walked over to your side, standing beside a booth. You were looking at the business moguls drooling over you at their table. But then your eyes darted to him again, this time with the slightest smirk. You turned around, along with the rest of the dancers, and bent over.

Jason’s eyebrow quirked up at the sight of your ass, but he kept silent, drinking his wine. Your eyes were immediately on him the moment you stood back up. He held his glass up at you, smiling, and you ignored him once again.

Biting his lip, he watched you throw out your feather scarf over your shoulder, holding onto another dancer’s waist as you grinded onto her, so slowly with the song changing to something a bit more seductive. You then walked off the stage and continued your choreography holding your scarves over people’s necks.

You walked over to the Falcones, avoiding their grabby hands. You almost kissed the best looking one in the group, your chest so close to the tip of his nose. Rolling his eyes, Jason sipped on his glass.

But then you turned to him, your lips subtly curving up. You were making your way to him, most probably knowing he owned the place, because you walked ever so slowly to his way, cheekily winking at all the other men fawning over you.

And when you’d stood in front of him, smelling like sweet, yet strong rose petals in a garden, the tension was immense. You were absolutely gorgeous. And his eyes were all over you.

Slowly, ever so slowly, you put your face so closely to his while your delicate fingers drew a line across his shoulders, his collarbone, over the muscles on his arms. He pretended not to be so shaken, standing still with the glass between his lips.

You were enjoying yourself just as much as Jason did. But he was practically growling in hunger as you swayed your hips, momentarily pushing your ass to his crotch but not near enough to actually touch it. Jason couldn’t care less about all the other people around him. As far as he knew, you were the only one in the room.

Then you placed your scarf around his neck, your forehead so slightly brushing against his. Your breath was hot, too hot, and your body was glistening under the pale blue light. Jason licked his lips before you left to go back on stage.

Looking down at the red feathered scarf around his neck, Jason walked over backstage just before the number came to an end.

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“Mr. Todd!”

A large woman with a fur coat big enough to have been from an actual bear came up to him. “Did you enjoy my girls?”

“I did,” Jason said. “Where are they?”

“They’re just about to finish up at the dressing room. Would you like to meet one of them?”

“Send them all out to the casinos for the night. I’m sure all the guests would be delighted to have them around at the lounge,” Jason said. “If they want to, of course.”

“They would love to. If you can excuse me, Mr. Todd.”

Jason nodded at the woman who then walked into the dressing room. He waited outside, just by one of the slot machines.

The girls walked out of the room, now dressed in long gowns, their backs bare and the slits on their legs high up to their thighs. You no longer wore your wig, but your natural hair looked even better on you, if Jason had to say. You were the last to come out, and the seductive, shameless demeanor you once had was now replaced with a shy, silent, yet beautiful disposition. Your dress was the same color red as his Red Hood mask. He loved it.

You caught his eye, stopping your tracks, then you brought your purse up to your torso as if you were covering yourself from him.

Jason walked over to you, stretching out his hand. You looked at his arms, then at his face. You didn’t smile at him, but slowly, you held his hand for a firm shake.

But he didn’t shake it. Instead, he brought it up to his lips, delicately pressing it against the back of your hand as if you were so fragile. But you sighed at his gesture, and you couldn’t help but step closer.

“Jason Todd,” he said, still not letting go of your hand.

“Y/FN.”

Your voice was sweeter than your scent.

“You were amazing out there, Y/N.”

“I didn’t realize I was dancing for the Iceberg’s new owner, Mr. Todd.”

“Call me Jason. Please.”

So you didn’t know who he was, and still you danced for him like no one else. Interesting.

“A drink?”

You nodded. Jason motioned for a waiter to his direction and he took two glasses from the tray, handing one out to you. “Walk with me, Y/N.”

Your lips stained the glass’s rim with a faint coral. He looked away before you’d catch him staring too much at it.

“How do you find the place?”

“It’s perfect, much better than when Mr. Cobblepot owned the place.”

“So you’ve danced here before?”

“A few times. I didn’t like it as much. Who knew a handsome young bachelor such as you would turn the place so much more interesting?”

Your eyes were piercing. And every so often, as you walked past the crowd, he’d catch you looking at him longer than you should.

“Being one of Bruce Wayne’s wards has its perks.”

“You are definitely different from your siblings.”

“In a good way?”

“In the best way.”

You’ve reached the dance floor, where drunken socialites had a glass on one hand while holding onto some businessman or crime lord half their height with the other. The live band was playing jazz music for now, and with the lights coming to a dim, Jason stretched out his hand for you again. “Dance with me, Ms. Y/N?”

Placing your glasses onto a waiter’s tray, you took it, and he placed his hand on your waist, yours on his shoulder. And with the other, he held your fingers with a slight brush against your thumb.

“You must do this with a whole number of women, sir.”

Sir. You didn’t say it the way you called him Mr. Todd. You said it seductively. Oh, he definitely had that kink.

“On the contrary, I don’t.”

“So the Prince of Gotham isn’t a stud after all?”

“Not at all. But women don’t hate me, that’s for sure.”

His grip on your waist tightened, and you were pulling him closer. “I sure hope you like me, Ms. Y/LN.”

“Call me Y/N, and I think I like you just fine.”

The smell of rose petals yet again. Your faces were so close, and you danced at a slower pace than everyone else in the room. “I’d like to get to know you better. You have a show tomorrow night, Y/N?”

“Why do you ask?”

“Dinner. With me at the rooftop lounge. I’ll reserve a special table with the best view.”

“Just thought you should know, I cannot be reeled in over wealth and gifts.”

“Not that kind of woman, huh?”

You smirked. “I don’t think so.”

“Is that a no?”

“If you weren’t so rich, or if you weren’t so alike to your playboy father, maybe I’d immediately say yes.”

He twirled you around so skillfully you almost squealed. “Then let me prove to you I’m no rich playboy.”

“You have the whole night.”

He pressed his forehead against yours, smirking as you looked into his eyes. You were warm, and even if you weren’t so immensely sexy, he was still so drawn to you, he’ll make sure to make the night worthwhile.

The song ended, and reluctantly, he pulled away from you, but not without a kiss to your hand once again.

“You may not be that kind of girl, but what if I take you up to my room?”

He watched your face, looking for any signs of hesitation. Even at just the slightest bit of pressure, he wouldn’t push it. But the wide smile on your face and the enthusiastic nod reassured him. “Lead the way.”

Jason held out his elbow for you to take, and you wrapped your hand around your bicep as you walked to the back of the room, to the elevators no one was supposed to go into. He heard whispers from socialites left and right, how he was taking a burlesque girl up to his room. They’ll call you cheap, for sure. But even if they had half the charm you had, he’d pick you in a crowd of hundreds in a heartbeat.

You didn’t seem to mind. You walked into the elevator, still holding onto his arm, and you walked out into a hall of glass walls and crystal statues. At the end of the hall was the door to his room. And with no one around, Jason led you inside.

You placed your purse on a console table, marveling over the immensely luxurious bedroom. The walls were still of the same crystal-like glass, blue all over the walls. There was a couch and living area to the left, and right in front was his own liquor bar, which he walked over to immediately after pulling out a seat for you to take. Behind it was a beautiful aquarium, large enough to fill up the whole wall. Walking over to it, watching the fish move around the corals and seaweed, Jason took out a bottle of champagne and poured both of you a new glass.

“You have quite the exquisite taste.”

“I’m hoping that doesn’t turn you off as much.”

Handing you a glass, you clinked it against his and sipped. “Your charm makes up for it. I take it you weren’t born with a silver spoon up your ass?”

He laughed. “No. Glad you should mention that. I grew up in the streets, in fact.”

“You and I both.”

Another lipstick stain on the rim of your glass, and your eyes still on the fish of the aquarium. He had to stop staring so much.

“Where’s your next performance?”

“I’m not so sure yet. Our manager usually tells us of our performances on the day.”

“Call me. I’d love to watch you again.”

Smiling as you walked over to the liquor bar’s stool, Jason put his arm on the bar’s surface. “Why me?”

He was flustered. “Well, other than the fact that your beauty absolutely captivates me, red happens to be my favorite color.”

“A way with words, you have, Jason Todd.”

You both placed your empty glasses on the table, and Jason started to put his face nearer to yours, leaning towards you from the other side of the bar. You were pushing your ass out, leaning towards him in turn. With a brush of his fingers against your cheek, you bit your lips.

“May I take another step at convincing you over that date?”

“Take as many measures as you want.”

You were first to lean in to his lips, and you were warm, so soft, and incredibly addicting. That rosy smell was now mixed with the faint remnants of champagne. He breathed in, walking over to your side at the table so he could roam his hands around your hair, your neck, your waist. He stopped, and you went on to kiss his neck, and he leaned over to push on the lever under your seat so you’d be elevated up to his height. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you kissed him again and you felt his hand snake up your thigh.

“You sure those-“ you breathed. “-socialites downstairs wouldn’t mind?”

“I don’t care.” He smiled at you. Jason took off his suit jacket and you worked him off his tie. His red dress shirt was a shade lighter than your dress, and all you could think about were the thick muscles he had on under his clothes, how huge he was compared to any other man you’ve ever been with. Your hands on his face, you spread your legs so he could settle himself between them.

Shit, this was hot. Your heavy breaths, your gasps, the slight mewl when he’d bite into your neck, he lifted you up on your thighs and carried you to the other side of the liquor bar. Now sitting taller than him, he could nip at your chest easily, biting into your collarbone. Your legs were hooked around his waist and with neither of you fixing the straps of your dress falling down your shoulder, you moaned in delight when his hands squeezed onto your thighs.

With your help, he fiddled with his belt buckle and unzipped his pants, never leaving your lips while he was at it. Hiking your dress up to your waist, he groaned when your hand suddenly started to pump his length.

“You really got it all, Mr. Todd,” you winked.

“Like what you see?”

“Yes, sir.”

He swore his dick twitched.

Then he started attacking your neck, the top of your breast. He pushed your dress down so he could bite into the skin of your now exposed breasts. Of course you weren’t wearing a bra. He didn’t know what he expected. Eyes closed shut, moaning even louder, he tipped over a few glasses when he leaned his weight over you. Your legs were in the air, and you were holding onto him so you wouldn’t fall off.

Kneeling down, your fingers locked onto his hair, Jason looked up at you as he pushed you further toward the edge of the surface, your exposed ass cold against the bar. He kneaded your thighs, so skillfully well you could probably cum just as that, then the cheeky bastard started biting at the hem of your stockings.

Smiling down at him, you watched him pull them down your legs with his teeth, before he’d traced his burning hot tongue up the skin of your inner thighs. Your thongs were thin enough for him to know you’d feel his breath if he ghosted his mouth over you, so that was exactly what he did. And watching your reactions, and the way you pulled even tighter into his hair, he stood back up to pull your lips back to his.

You bit at his lip, feeling the tip of his warm cock play with your folds.

And when he’d slid inside you, your nails raked onto his back, nevermind his shirt to protect him. You weren’t so shy anymore when you suddenly tore his shirt open, the buttons flying to whatever direction to the ground. Smiling as he thrusted inside you, your nails traced the outlines of his abs. So fucking hot…

He probably heard another glass break, but he didn’t care. Jason picked you up once again, turned around, then pushed your back flat against the aquarium’s glass. The fish were frantically swimming around in panic, especially when he started pounding against you and the window shook in loud thuds. You screamed, and with a bite onto your neck, the tip of his cock hit that side of your tight walls clenching around him to hard, he wanted to break the glass.

He moaned into your ear, effortlessly keeping you up with his hands on your thighs. He thrusted into you, gaining speed the more you screamed and moaned his name. He caught your lips, bit onto them even when he didn’t want you to be quiet. This was fucking hotter than anything he’s ever experienced.

And he didn’t want this to end so quickly. Not with you. Something to captivating within you made him want to take his sweet time, enjoy your body he was lucky enough to have at the first night. He didn’t want this to be just for tonight, no. He wanted you to come back, to make you feel so good you’ll have to say yes to that date. So he lifted you up once again, his cock still lodged inside you, and he carried you into bed.

Fuck, you were so hot splayed out on his bed like that, your thighs drenched and your hair a mess. Jason took his dress shirt off, throwing it to the floor, then he helped you slide off of your dress, your thongs, your stockings, and fucking hell, you were beautiful.

Jason took off his pants, and before you could pull him in, he leaned over to the side of the bed and pressed on two buttons. One of them dimmed the lights to a sexy, seductive red glare, and the other put on some music. Some slow rap song he didn’t have the liberty of choosing, and it made you giggle. You obviously didn’t want him fiddling around with more buttons, so you pulled onto his shoulders and hooked both your legs around him.

Moaning, your hands gripping onto the sheets, Jason kissed your breasts and midriff so breathily slow that it made you a writhing mess. He leaned over to your cunt, breathing against it to make you jolt, then he lapped his tongue over you so gently your back arched high up to the air. He inserted a finger, then another, and you were screaming his name over and over, shaking each time he thrusted inside you. “Fuck,” he moaned, before lapping at your clit with the tip of his tongue.

Yes. Moan. Scream. Twitch at his touch. Just watching you would’ve been enough to get him off. The lights, the room, the music, it was all perfect. “Is that a yes on that date now?”

“If you don’t continue fucking me right now, I might never call you.”

He laughed and went back up to your lips, grinding against you so deliciously slow, his shaft grazing up your cunt, he held onto you as you jolted up. Suddenly, he flipped you over, and you squealed as he held your ass up, licking his fingers as he played with your pussy. You buried your head against the soft pillows and moaned as he slid back inside you, hands roughly gripping onto your hips.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!!!” you screamed, and with his arm holding onto your shoulders, he held you up, keeping that sexy arch of your back intact with his other hand, and with your head falling to his shoulder, he pulled you up for a kiss. Hands all over your breasts, skin so flustered and over stimulated, you felt burning. Jason bit your lip too hard when he felt your already tight pussy clench around him. Forehead against yours, he looked right into your eyes and snapped his hips into your ass, making you shriek.

“Fuck! Do that again, sir!”

Fucking hell.

He did it again. And again. And again and again.

He’s never been so intimate with a stranger, never took so much time to make them feel good. And even when he’d just met you, something didn’t want him to make this a single night of quick, meaningless sex to keep him going through the day. Something wanted him to make this more than that.

So he kissed you, long and hard. And with your limbs trembling and shaking hard enough to make you fall, he held you up, holding himself back from the immense pain and pleasure that went with you clenching so hard around him, he hissed and gave in.

He came, and you both fell to the bed, his chest pressed against your back, he sloppily kept up with his thrusts and rode out his high. He shuddered, spilling so much of his load inside you. Fuck, this was too good for him. He kissed your shoulders, your back, then your cheek. You looked amazing, and undoubtably grateful. Jason turned you around, legs around his body, and kept kissing you all throughout the night.

Fucking a stranger, sure. But making love to one? Not exactly what people would have in mind. But somehow, with you, nothing has ever felt better. Nothing felt so right.

And eventually, when the ripe beginnings of sunshine had met his window, you kissed him once again before walking back over to pick your clothes from the ground. “My phone’s over there,” you pointed to your purse. “Give me your number.”

Pinching your butt cheek, Jason took your phone. He then gave you his and you put your number with a little heart next to your name.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had a night like that with someone I barely know.”

“Neither have I.”

Smiling, and with your clothes back on, you leaned over to him and kissed him, before walking out of the room. Biting the inside of his gums, he put on his clothes, walked over to the liquor bar, then turned over to face the fish.

A push on the remote he had opened the screens behind the aquarium. His hand in his pockets, he watched as the glass unfolded.

“You alright there, Cobblepot?”

“You. Fucking. Tool,” Penguin growled from behind the glass, his clothes and hair a mess. Probably from almost tearing them out from his skin in frustration.

“Shut up. At least I had the decency to shut the glass and the one way mirror. You didn’t see anything.”

The stout man looked absolutely traumatized. “And you just forgot to turn the sounds off?”

“Oh,” he sipped on his wine. “Whoops.”

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Sinatra (Mafia!Jason Todd x Reader)

This is my first au fic! I absolutely adore the idea of Jason being in a mafia gang (he’s with Black Mask in this one) and the reader is a vigilante! Hope you all enjoy this steamy fic! 

 -Requested- 

offendedfishnoises said: Feel free to ignore this if you don't want to write it. Could I request smut (or anything really) with false face au Jason (au where he works as an enforcer for black mask) and vigilante reader?

WORDS: 2559 WARNINGS: PUBLIC SEX. DIRTY TALK. KNIFE PLAY (I GUESS) 

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Sinatra.

The Iceberg Lounge wanted the ambiance to be as fitting to your deal here as possible. Dim red lights, the soft laughter of women on the laps of men not looking too far off from the likes of Penguin, it wasn’t so much the area of work you were used to. The dress you wore was far too revealing, with barely anything covering your back, legs, and arms, so you had a fur coat on to cover it up. Your hair was up, and your lips were as red as the wine glass balanced between your fingers. You had your ass pushed out with your elbows leaning against the bar top. And on top of all that, the band was playing Sinatra.

You sipped at your wine and pressed on your earpiece.

“Oracle, where are they?”

“They’re just about to enter the lounge. Don’t drink too much,” Oracle said.

“I think I’ll need more than a glass to get through the night.”

You heard her chuckle at the other end. The bartender came to you to give you a refill, and you gave him a wink before he left.

Roman Sionis. Black Mask. He was a short man, about the same height as you, but he was surrounded by men in black twice his size. Five-no-seven of them trailed behind him. They had on their own creepy masks ranging from the faces of monsters to pigs to just a black ski mask covering most of their face.

“Are you sure this is how you want to do it?” Oracle asked you with that strain in her voice. You watched Black Mask settle at a booth, then eyed his henchmen, particularly the large one with a plain red helmet. He had a machine gun strapped to his back and he sat right beside his boss with a relaxed stature leaning against the back of the booth.

“I’m sure.”

The red masked henchman caught your eye, and he never looked away once he did. You turned up your volume enhancer and listened to his friend whispering into his ear.

“I’d like a piece of that, Red.”

“She’s looking at me. Not you, Tony.”

His voice was the same. Young but experienced. “She lookin’ at you real hard.”

“I know. I know.”

“Ey, if I don’t see you makin’ a move then you better believe I will-“

“Alright, alright, Tony. Hold my drink.”

Red was coming up to you. You finished your glass, hoped the alcohol would sink in sooner than it usually would, then turned to him taking the seat next to you.

“Didn’t expect to see you here, Y/N.”

“I told you not to say my name.”

“You don’t have your suit on. You're undercover. Which makes you Y/N and not some vigilante for the night, babe.”

“Mmm,” you hummed. “Still charming, aren’t we Jason?”

“Hey, you're the one looking at me with that fucking dress on.” His eyes lingered on the skin of your bare leg crossed over the other and your lips delicately kissing the rim of the wine glass. “What do you want anyway?”

“Why do you think I want anything from you this time?”

The bartender handed him a shot, and he took it in one swing. “Don’t you always?”

You hummed again, this time your hand landing on his knee and giving him that slight squeeze that made his back jolt up and his breaths uneven. “I miss you.”

“Do you?”

“Yeah. I do.”

You couldn’t see the look on his face, but when you stood up from your stool and walked over to the private rooms at the back, the one you reserved just for tonight, you knew he was looking at your backside like he was about to pounce. Jason looked over at his boss, who looked too preoccupied to care where his henchman was, then followed you.

That buzz of victory came over you when you heard him step into the room.

There was a rounded booth covering the walls of the small room. The light was even dimmer. There were no windows, and the table at the center limited most of your movement. You removed your coat.

Your dress was ridiculously revealing, and most of your back was exposed to the nipping air. Your straps were as thin at your hair and it hung delicately over your shoulders so nicely. You turned to Jason, who was standing frozen just by the door, and the eyes looking at you through the thin slits of his mask were dark and hooded.

The center of your dress revealed most of your cleavage, which was where his eyes were locked onto now. You stepped forward, arms on your waist.

Then you heard him lock the door.

“You never wore that dress when we were together, kitten. Would’ve loved to take that off.”

Then he stepped even closer to you.

“Of course, the sex we actually did have was phenomenal in itself.”

You scoffed and looked deviously back at him. He wasn’t wrong in that. Three months you were together and the sex was unlike anything with anyone else.

Which made this task both easier and so much more difficult.

You stepped closer and placed your hand on his chest. “Take your mask off.”

“Black Mask said-“

“It’s just me, Jay.”

You heard him chuckle under his mask, looking around for any cameras at the corners, then at the door.

“I have this place to ourselves for as long as we need to.”

“You really thought this through, didn’t you?”

“Mmm.” You slowly held the sides of his helmet. Jason didn’t move when you slid it off, your wrist grazing against his soft, ruffled hair. He craned his head down for you to fully remove it, then grabbed your hands over his helmet, making sure to touch you.

As if he wasn’t already so hot, his suit almost made you forget why you were actually here in the first place.

You removed your hands from his then took a seat, your arm resting on the back of the booth. He sat dangerously close to you, close enough for you to smell the faint remnants of the shot he took a few minutes ago.

“Now. Tell me why we’re really here, Y/N.”

Your eyes rolled and you raised your legs to rest on whatever space was left between you. Your leg was brushing his thigh. His thighs that you remembered riding on more than one occasion.

“Quentin Palermo’s daughter was kidnapped this morning. I want intel.”

“Kitten,” his voice was solid. He didn’t sound like he was shaken. But Jason placed his large hand on your knee and squeezed. Either it was working or he was trying to reverse the action on you. “What makes you think Black Mask has anything to do with it.”

“Since his biggest investor sold everything once Sionis’s stocks dropped last week.”

Jason bit on his gums, still eyeing you. You pushed your chest out even further, which caught his eye.

“You’re gonna need to do a lot more than this to make me say anything. We’re working against each other, remember?”

“Are we, Jay?”

Jason watched your dress drop even lower when you heaved your chest. Then your hand went to his hair, twirling the strands with your fingers. You smelled like sweet vanilla. You knew he liked that.

“Put a bit more effort in convincing me. Maybe I’ll let something slip.”

You didn’t complain. Slowly, you snaked your leg over his lap, making sure to graze on his growing bulge, then straddled him with your dress riding up enough for him to place his hands on your bare ass.

You moaned when his hands massaged your bum, lightly digging his nails and pulling your dress even higher up. Your face was so close to his, but you didn’t kiss him. You hugged his neck and let him have the best view of your tits from being so close.

“Just the slightest bit of info, Jay. Black Mask won't find out.”

You were whispering against his ear and so slightly touched your bottom lip against his earlobe.

“All this for some information, Y/N? I thought you never wanted to see me again.”

“Dragging this out only makes it more fun.” You breathed, placing your lips against his cheek, his jaw, feeling his hands tighten around your ass cheeks.

“I can tell you right now, then we can take this to a hotel room across the street. No more distractions.”

“And how do you know I won't leave after I’ve gotten what I want from you?” You ran your hand up his chest, and his bulge grew harder. You loosened his tie and unbuttoned his collar.

“I don’t think information is the only thing you want from me.”

“And how would you know that?”

Without warning, his fingers touched your clothed pussy. Your thong was thinner than your dress, and it only did so much to cover you. And his fingers, fuck. You let out a moan and gripped his hair.

“’Cuz I can feel it,” he whispered, taking his hand away and licking the tip of his wet fingers.

“Todd. Where the fuck are you?”

Sionis. Jason pressed on his earpiece. “I’ll be out in a sec.”

Jason turned it off then looked back at you. “Looks like I have to take off, kitt-“

A knife. You hid it under your dress just above your hip. You pressed the tip of the blade right at his cheek and watched him stiffen, then relax just as quickly.

“You're gonna tell me exactly what I need to know or I’m not gonna let you out of this room alive.”

“Getting kinky, are we, Y/N?”

“I’m not here to play, Todd.”

“Oh, you definitely are.”

A sharp sting on your ass cheek, and you almost dropped the knife. He knew you loved that. Jason watched you whither and lose a second of focus. He drove your skirt further up, exposing your waist where he rested his hands on your skin.

“I’m not gonna tell you jack shit-“

You winced, his hand gripping your ass even tighter to spread your cheeks.

“Oh, you are. I don’t care what I have to do to make you spill.”

“I’m not afraid of you.”

“You should be.”

“We both know you're not gonna stab me. Though I should say you look so fucking hot right now doing just that.”

“Didn’t think you’d be into this, Jay.”

“Now I am.”

You drew the knife down his face. Just barely grazing it enough to sting but not enough to actually penetrate his skin. Your other hand dropped to his crotch, massaging it outside his clothes. His hold on you tightened and he hissed with his head thrown back.

“Tell me where she is.”

Harder. Faster. Your fingers trailed down the impression of his length and you found his tip. You moved your hand, just as how he liked it, then unzipped his pants.

“Fuck off, Y/N.”

You pulled out his cock. It was leaking, and it poked your stomach every time you pumped it and his hips jerked.

He took the second you were distracted and pulled the knife off your hand. He dropped it to the floor, then grabbed your face, kissing you so hard you almost fell off his lap. You continued to pump him even then and started to grind.

“Fuck.” Your moans started getting louder. Jason pulled down the straps of your dress. You weren’t wearing a bra, and he was in the perfect position to devour your nipples and have at it with your tits. His hands on your ass tightened, slapping every so often that you were a writhing, moaning mess.

He set your thong to the side, then slid his cock inside you, so easily since you were already dripping on his pants. But even then, you were still so fucking tight around him.

Jason pulled your ass to bounce on his dick as slowly as your moans dragged out. You held his face, kissing him desperately, bouncing on his lap so mindlessly you set every other thought aside and concentrated solely on his perfect body.

You ripped his tie off, then helped him take off his jacket. You rode his shirt up so you could hold his abs, his pecs, his perfectly muscled chest. Fuck, every part of him was perfect. Leaving him because of your opposing lifestyles just didn’t seem worth it anymore.

He guided your ass faster on his cock. “Right there, Jay… Oh!” you screamed. He did just that and you kissed him hard. Your walls swelled around him, the fleshy confines dragging the length of his hard cock so wonderfully that the tip massaged that side inside you that made you bite into his lip, drawing blood while he went faster.

You kept moaning. He moaned back, right against your ear, low enough to be a whisper if not for his teeth nipping at your earlobe. He spread your ass cheeks, letting you scream his name as loud as you could. Jason gripped onto your tits and you felt his teeth around your nipple. That, with his cock starting to twitch and his thrusts getting sloppy, you threw your head on his shoulder.

Another slap on your ass, then you came apart. That wonderful, buzzing sensation that almost made your limbs fall to the ground, your senses dysfunctional for a fraction of a second, and the vision of blank static as you reached that blissful high, it couldn’t possibly get any better. You felt Jason spill inside you, his own moans as loud as yours, while he made sure you kept dragging his cock inside you in slowing thrusts. You panted against his chest, and he kissed your bare shoulder, your collarbone, your neck, your jaw, then your lips.

“Now will you talk?”

Your voice was still in a daze. He kept kissing you still, softly this time. His hands were around your waist, no longer on your burning skin, and his eyes were on yours, no longer on your body.

You drew his hair back and looked into his eyes. There was good in him. You knew that. And if he knew that too, another shot at that relationship wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

“I have to go.”

That sudden drop of disappointment overrode every lingering feeling of bliss. You looked at him, then at the wall behind him. You reluctantly got off his lap and fixed your dress. He put his clothes back on and zipped his pants. “I’m sorry. I can't help you.”

You laid back against the booth and watched him head to the door.

“She’s five, you know.”

Jason stopped. Then so slowly, he turned back to look at you.

“Palermo’s daughter. She’s five years old. Sionis didn’t tell you that?”

Jason didn’t look like he already knew that. He tightened his tie, looking intently at the door.

Good. There has to be just the slightest bit of good in him.

“An abandoned warehouse in Otisburg.” Jason neared you, so close so you could look straight into his eye.

“Save the girl. And do nothing else. If Sionis finds out, I kill you first.”

He left the room, and you were left with the hem of your dress ripped beyond repair.

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Fire (Jason Todd x Reader)

WORDS: 2169 WARNINGS: FACE FUCKING W HEAD UPSIDE DOWN. WHEELBARROW POSITION. CHAIRMAN POSITION + MIRROR, I NEED A FUCKING SHOWER. WITH HOLY WATER

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Arms splayed out on your sides, back laid flat on the mattress, and your head dangling off the edge of the bed with your blood rushing to your cheeks, eyes, making you more aware of the sensations around it. You looked pathetic, your twitching fingers violating your clit so viciously that your legs were up in the air, shaking to your tremorous strokes. That, and the large cock lodged in your throat mindlessly fucking your face was causing the circulation to your head much worse than it already was.

From your point, you could barely see anything beyond the plain white wall and the blur caused by your own tears down your face, dropping to the floor. Your head was burning, and his hand was squeezing your throat as if you weren’t already choking on his cock, making gurgling sounds as it thrust in and out of your mouth.

The last, finishing touch to all this was the Red Hood helmet worn on his head, the only thing he was wearing at the moment. You couldn’t see it much, with your head upside down, but when you told him to fuck you as the Red Hood, and not Jason Todd, his bright eyes lit up like a kid’s at a theme park.

Thrusting into your mouth so rigorously, you let out a loud mewl for air and tapped on his thighs. The Red Hood pulled his cock out of you so suddenly, giving you that split second to breathe when you barely could with all the saliva mixed with pre-cum spilled out of your mouth, dripping down your nose and cheeks. You gasped for air, then with his hand on your throat, Red Hood plunged his dick further into your throat until your tiny neck could barely take him in. From his view, standing in front of you, he could see how vividly the skin on your neck had a large bulge outlining the shape of his cock, moving in and out of you. It was amusing for him to see.

He started fucking your face hard and fast, slapping your quaking breasts. “Don’t stop playing with yourself,” he demanded. And when he started to push inside you balls deep, holding it in so you couldn’t breathe, you had no choice but to keep rubbing at your clit even when you’ve already orgasmed just moments ago. Your body couldn’t stop twitching at being so overly sensitive, at the pain it brought each time your quivering fingers rubbed over your bud. But he was keeping an eye on you, so you kept going, enjoying how fast he was thrusting his cock into your face like he was fucking a pussy.

With the last of your gurgling sound, he came into your tongue splayed out of your mouth for him, and you felt his hot seed all over your face and lips. He kept pumping himself while he was at it. His groans, faintly muffled by his helmet, made your clit swell once more and you joined him with your cries, cumming from your own fingers for the third time that night. You swallowed everything he’s spilled in you and gagged.

Red Hood took a step back and watched you before him, your fingers taking every bit of his cum from your face, bringing it to your lips, your head handing off the bed, while your other hand gently rubbed over your throbbing folds. Your eyes were looking right at him, and even just after he’d come, he was getting hard again just at the sight of you.

Jason took off his helmet and placed it on the ground. “Fuck, babe, you look like a fucking porn star right now.”

Giggling like you were an actual porn star, you flipped over, feeling the blood rush down from your head. Jason reached over to the table and grabbed a towel, cleaning you off. It was always so warming and heartfelt when he did that. He leaned over and kissed your forehead and nose to calm you down. Then he kissed your lips, soft and gentle. He helped you to sit up.

“You okay?”

“I feel amazing.”

You circled your arms around his neck, pressing your chest tightly against his. He kissed you back lovingly and moved over to the bed with you on his knees. “What do you wanna do next?”

“Something we’ve never done before. You know those really crazy sex positions in front of a mirror?”

“Fuck,” he bit your ear. “How are you not a porn star again?”

Gripping on your waist, he kissed you tenderly until you pulled away and sat him down, his legs over the edge of the bed right in front of the mirror you had placed across your bed. You straddled him, holding him as you started to grind against his cock. A sharp slap on your ass jolted you up and made you squeal. You bit on his lip and dragged it on as you stood up.

“Come here.” Jason turned you around facing away from him.

Before you could do anything else, Jason held onto your hips and licked all over the skin of your ass, his finger grazing down your pussy, and his teeth lightly biting into your flesh. You stared at yourself, how your body moved and reacted so quickly to his touches. How at every flick of his fingers against your clit, your chest heaved up and your mouth parted open. You were a mess from a while ago. Your hair was unruly and your face was still fairly flushed. Jason kept eating your ass, and you held your hands out behind you to hold onto his just so you’d have something to grab on.

He stopped, then you felt him pull you to sit on his lap. Facing away from him, you watched yourself in your reflection, back arching up as his tender palms hovered over your stomach, your chest, kneading your breasts as you whimpered. Jason buried his lips into your neck and looked up at the mirror. You’d thrown your head on his shoulder, eyes shut close.

So he did what he could to call your attention back to yourself. Jason held onto your neck, squeezed, then forcefully made you look at the mirror while his other hand cupped your aching cunt. You moaned at the contact, but you kept your eyes on yourself, on his eyes at the reflection.

“You like watching me fuck you with my fingers?” A finger inserted inside you. “You look adorable. You cum so easily with me, it’s embarrassing.”

You were writhing in his hold. Your wet folds made that tasteful sound as Jason brought his fingers in and out of you so smoothly, yet stretching you when he’d move around to feel your walls. Your legs were over his knees, which were spread out so your legs would be all wide and open for him. Your inner thighs were drenched by now, and the noises his fingers made while it lapped up your pussy… It was the thing of dreams. His hand came up to your mouth and you started to suck off his fingers like you did with his cock.

“Fucking hell,” he whispered into your ear. Then you felt his fingers thrust faster into you. “Yes! Right there! Don’t stop…”

“Cute…” he growled.

Keeping your eyes locked onto yourself, you watched yourself shake, twitch, then watched his fingers in and out of you. Jason gripped on your breast, your mouth, everywhere he could touch. You felt the beginnings of yet another orgasm when he stopped.

“On your hands,” he ordered.

You immediately obeyed. Leaning forward, you placed your hands flat on the ground, then balanced yourself when Jason grabbed your legs, placing them to straddle his sides. You were arched way down than when you usually were when he fucked you doggy style.

His entire view was of your ass right on his lap, your curved back, and on the mirror, your flushed face staring back at him. “Holy shit…” he said, taking in your position.

He started playing with your ass, and all you could do was gasp when he’d suddenly slap it as hard as he could, then smooth it over with his burning palms. Your pussy was facing up to him, as well. Jason started to thumb your clit, dragging your wetness up your asshole. He spat on it, then slapped your ass again.

You felt like you were about to explode.

“You look so fucking hot right now,” he said. You could feel him take out his cock, now as rock hard as before. You were a sweaty, shaking mess, and you watched him jerk himself off while he stared at your ass, biting his lip like it pained him to be this awfully hard. You started pushing your ass back towards him, hitting his knuckles. A soft groan followed by his hand on your hips, you made the most animalistic noise when you plunged inside you.

From this entirely new angle, his dick, curving up towards his direction, was pressing on that side of your walls so painfully hard that it burned when he started to thrust. You weren’t just moaning. You were straight up crying. But with the pain it brought, it came with a buzzing new sensation, your flesh being rubbed on that caused tremors down the ends of your nerves. It was such a new, wonderful experience, but you didn’t have much time to delve deep into your appreciation when Jason started to snap his hips hard against your ass. You screamed, again when he snapped once more. It was slow, his thrusts, but each time he did, it was like a hot, bursting fire roaring down your skin.

“Jason!” you yelled. You could tell he loved this position. He was moaning harder than he usually does, and he liked how all he had to do was sit comfortably while you were leaning down from the bed to the floor, your weight on your elbows like an actual wheelbarrow. Jason held your hips, and with his inhuman strength, hauled you up.

He stood on his feet while carrying your thighs. Your legs were in the air, and you were almost face down to the ground, your whole body crying out while Jay fucked you harder than he ever had that night. Your ass was bouncing against his pelvis, and he alternated between looking down at you and at your reflection. Your arms started to give out, but you had no choice.

The pain didn’t matter anymore. You focused on the burn his cock left on your walls each time it dragged his immensely hard tip, pressing onto your flesh. Jason kept murmuring your name like a prayer.

The sensations were so intense, that each pull on your hips felt as good as an orgasm. You must have came by now, but each time you thought you did, another thrust into you felt just as good and you screamed out even louder. Your tears swelling down your face, you finally felt that powerful blow inside you, one that rendered you so helpless and shaking that your arms finally gave out and you fell to the ground, shaking tirelessly.

Your orgasm was one you’ll probably never recover from. Your eyes rolled and your skin burned to touch. The shaking, the tremors, that mind-blowing explosion inside you that almost made you pass out. You felt Jason come just moments after, and his hot cum was like a cherry on top when you felt it spill inside you. He was just as loud as you are. And with his arms probably exhausted, he gently placed you down and fell to the ground with you.

Your face to the floor, struggling to catch your breath, the whole world was a blur as you felt every second of that aftermath. You closed your eyes and felt your legs shake, your hands struggling to pick itself up from the ground. Jason was no better. He was on his back, eyes on the ceiling as he panted along with you.

“That… was… fucking… amazing…”

“I… know…”

Fucking hell. You were probably on the floor for a good ten minutes. And still, you were exhausted. Every inch of you ached, but your cunt still had that wonderful buzz. If you could, you’d just sleep on the floor and never move another muscle again. Every part of you felt burnt out.

You groaned when Jason started pulling on your arm. He would have carried you to bed, but even a man as strong as he was no longer had the strength to do that. “Come ooooon.”

“Nooooo…”

“You can't stay on the floor forever…”

“You should’ve thought of that before you fucked me like a machine-“

“I wanna go to sleeeeep.”

“Fine,” you grunted. Without even fully standing up, you both slithered onto the bed, passing out on the mattress before either of you could get under the sheets.

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The Odyssey - (Professor!Jason x Professor!Reader)

I SWEAR I’M NOT A FELON. ALL THESE PUBLIC SEX CONTENT IS PURELY JUST FOR THE SAKE OF CONTENT. DON’T CALL THE POLICE.

ALSO, I’d like to thank @offendedfishnoises and @sarcasmismyfirstlove for this idea (those thirsty bitches wanted this a lot) and @idkmanicantenglish for providing me with such amazing suggestions! love you guys but ya’ll are an astronomical level of horny

WORDS: 2461 WARNINGS: ORAL SEX. FUCKING ON A DESK. JEEZ\

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Fucking hell, you were so doing this on purpose.

And it didn’t help that you were late. Even if he weren’t at the podium standing in front of almost a hundred people, he could just feel how half his students’ attention had long left him and were almost drenching the floors of their drool. It sickened him. You, with your insanely fitting pencil skirt hugging your curves, a thin button shit that laid so delicately against your skin, high heels on your feet as red as the lipstick you were wearing, and a pencil you used to hold your hair up in a bun, you took the front seat, crossed your leg over the other and pulled out your notes.

Professor Jason Todd stopped with his lecture for the tiniest minute to breathe, and he told himself it was because you, his co-worker, were assigned to observe how he’d deal with such a number of students before sending the report over to human resources. His job was on the line. Of course, he’d be sweating off his pits.

Yeah, it was totally because of that.

“As I was saying,” he said. “The Iliad and the Odyssey are the oldest surviving works of Ancient Greek Literature…”

You started jotting down onto your notebook, not of his lecture, but on how he was speaking, standing, and interacting with the students, your eyes peeking up from your dark-framed glasses and looking directly into his own. Pursing your red lips together, you inched up your seat, and your skirt riding up your thighs caught Jason’s attention more times than he would ever say.

But he managed to continue speaking at a modulated volume as if he weren’t distracted at all.

“We have little reliable information about him other than that he was blind and may have been from island of Chios. He probably made money singing at festivals. Milman Perry in the 1920s speculated that Homer…”

Half an hour passed perhaps. He was doing fine. Great, in fact. You had stopped with your notes for the moment and were leaning back against the chair, the tip of your pencil between your teeth. Dark red lipstick looked so good on you…

“A-and,” he coughed. “About the Greek’s religion…”

Okay. You looked absolutely gorgeous. He never denied that. But the way you were looking at him now? In the middle of a lecture when you were supposed to make sure he doesn’t mess up? Jason wanted to dig himself a hole right in the middle of the concrete floor and die.

You smiled at him.

That’s when he audibly stuttered, cleared his throat, thought back for a few good seconds on what the hell he was saying, before he continued.

He had to stop looking at you.

Look at anyone else. That kid who looked like something was up his nose. A girl who was writing down every word he said without missing a syllable and still had her phone up to record him. A boy with dark eyes who’d fallen asleep on his desk. Another guy three seats away from you, looking over at your chest.

Three knocks on his podium to catch everyone’s attention. Everyone stopped with their whispers and naps and looked back at him again.

But it wasn’t without glancing down at your chest, too. Just to know what that other guy was gawking at. And as if you knew, you breathed in with your chest up and he could see how the buttons of your shirt barely did their job.

He had to look away before he’d be given any more chances at a peek at your dark-colored bra.

Homer. Odyssey. A journey that lasted decades and other shit he’s known since 5th grade. This was exhausting. Trying not to look at you was exhausting. Being ashamed of getting a hard on behind the podium in the middle of a fucking lecture was exhausting. And later tonight, he probably won’t have the energy left in him to go on patrol.

Alright. He can take this. He knew what to do.

“Please take out any paper you have with you and write down a piece of ancient Greek literature you want to do for this week’s paper. I’ll give you five minutes.”

Breathe. Fucking breathe. This was his chance to breathe. He probably hadn’t in the last hour, because it felt like not even the tiniest bit of oxygen was flowing up to his brain.

But the demons in him spoke against his ear. It was telling him to look up at you again. Just a glance.

You were swinging your leg, your back straight as a pole and your teeth around the pencil once again. You smiled at him, this time with your eyes so dark and deep that it sent his blood flow roaring around the vessels in his body. Jason didn’t smile back. Instead, he looked at you with his face all blank, up and down, before turning back to his class. “Pens down. Tomorrow we’ll talk about the Trojan C-“

Then, you had it in you to take the pencil out from your hair, letting it drop and flow down to your back. It was a curled, beautiful mess. And you didn’t straighten it out. Instead, you let it rest over your shoulders and looked straight at Jason with the most subtle smirk.

And your lips had that pout, from a habit he’d noticed when you’d instinctively lick over your teeth. Your lips were what he stared at the most.

As did practically the whole room. They weren’t even waiting for Jason to finish his sentence and pick his mouth back up from the fucking floor.

His stutter made you narrow your eyes, lean over your desk, and take note of his behavior.

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You tried to at least hold back your smirk when you heard the knocking on your office door. The same three knocks he used to silence his class.

“Come in.”

Jason stepped in, his laptop bag over his shoulder.

You stopped what you were doing and placed your pen into your holder.

“Mr. Todd-”

“Don’t give me that,” Jason said, rolling his eyes.

You let out a breathy chuckle, spinning in your chair as you leaned back. He looked mad. And insanely hot. Never mind being in a teacher’s suit that was all brown and boring. He looked good in anything. Jason set his bag down, pulled down the blinds of your windows, then walked over to the other side of your desk with a glare that sent you in painfully delicious shivers.

His hands on your desk, he leaned over to you. “That wasn’t funny.”

“That was hilarious.”

“I’ll get fired.”

“Relax. I gave you a perfect score,” you placed your elbows on the table and looked up at him, feeling his breathy growl so near to your lips.

His breath uneven, you reached out to hold his tie, twisting it around your fingers.

“The students are gonna know something’s going on between us. They all had fucking hard-ons in class.”

“And you didn’t?”

Your eyes darted over his lips, then at his crotch. You smiled.

“You are so dead when I observe you tomorrow.”

“Then it’s HR’s fault for letting two professors secretly sleeping with each other have a say on their job performance.”

“It is,” he smirked.

“What are you gonna do? Parade into my class with your shirt off?”

“No, but it’s never been that hard to make you soaking wet for me.”

You pulled on his tie and he hungrily devoured your lips like he’d been long wanting to do that the whole day. You stood up, pushing the chair behind you, then Jason violently cleared out your desk with a strong swipe of his arm, pulling on your waist to let you sit on the table.

“Did you-” you said between kisses. “-lock the door?”

“Mhm.” The table squeaked when he pulled you even closer, letting your legs swing over the edge of the table. His hands were all over your thighs, squeezing and kneading them to tease your pussy. You helped him take off his suit jacket, then you pulled on his dress shirt up from being tucked into his pants so your palms could snake up his abs. Jason tore your shirt open, letting the buttons pop and fall to the ground.

Gasping, Jason started kissing down your breasts and you let him ride your skirt up to your waist. He pulled you closer, and you spread your legs wide open for him to get comfortable between them. Teasing the tip of your heeled shoe against his back, you moaned when he grinded against you.

You weren’t wearing any panties. For fuck’s sake Jason looked like he wanted to murder you after fucking you so violently. “I can’t believe you.”

“Shh,” you gripped on his hair, so tightly it made him wince. Glaring at you, he took your hand off and started to pull his tie off from his neck.

“You don’t get to do anything.”

Gulping, he took a moment to watch your chest heave before taking both your hands, letting his rough finger graze across your wrists. Then you almost came right at that moment when he pulled your arms behind your back, turning you around, then tied your wrists together with his tie.

You could feel your wetness drench the table.

“Get on your knees.”

You did. And you kept looking up at him while he unbuckled his belt and let his awfully hard cock spring out of his pants. “Has that been wanting to see me for the last hour?” you said.

Without an answer, Jason held the side of your face, taking in the sight of you so flawlessly perfect in front of him. He grazed his thumb against your red lips and groaned. “I’ve been wanting these lips around my cock since you walked into the damn room.”

When he started gripping your hair, he pulled you to him and his cock sunk deep into your mouth, past towards your throat which instantly made you gag. It was hot, almost a blur, but Jason kept holding you still until he heard you whimper around his dick. “Hmm?”

Your eyes locked onto him, you let your tongue play with his load inside you, swirling and teasing with your drool trailing down your mouth. He shut his eyes and moaned way too loud. Pulling your head back and forth, you hallowed your mouth the best you can and stared up at him.

“Fuck…” he gasped. “You have no idea how hot you look right now.”

He didn’t give you a chance to answer and pulled his cock deep into your throat to watch you gag.

Pulling your head back just to breathe, he let go of your hair and let you suck him off at the pace you wanted. You couldn’t use your hands, so you did what you could with your lips, your tongue, your teeth so lightly grazing the tip, watching his reactions. His finger brushed against your cheek, and you pulled away to look up at him with your drool dripping down your chin.

You absolutely loved watching him squirm while you sucked his dick. The way he pulls on his own hair, trails his hand down his abs, he watched you with his mouth parted and let his dark hair flow down to his eyes. You licked his tip, sucked it like you would with a lollipop and let your tongue go crazy with the slit at the tip. He bit on his hand, still keeping his eyes on you, then you forced it down the back of your throat the best you can and choked yourself.

“That’s it,” he said. Smoothing your hair over with his hand. You pulled back to look at him, and he put his thumb into your mouth, pulling it off with a loud pop before letting you have it with his cock again. You could tell he held back his cum. He looked like he was just about to internally explode.

You stood back up, kissing him so he could taste himself from you. Jason didn’t wait another moment to forcibly turn you around, then he bent you over the desk to let the cold, breezing air hit your throbbing cunt.

With your hands still tied, you let him hold onto your waist, bruising them with his strong hands, then you hit the table’s surface with your forehead when he started fucking the living daylights out of you. “Oh!” you squealed, but you bit your lips before you could scream anything else. The thrill of getting caught, it was one of the reasons why your relationship with Jason was so hot.

You don’t think he’s ever been this hard before, like it was throbbing and hurting so much that any touch was possibly going to make him cum. Still, he had it in him to hold it back, but a pull on your hair made you wince at the pain, then he pounded into you so skillfully fast, you could only stare at the wall with your tears leaking out of your eyes. It was definitely a blur now. The buzz, the sensation, his moans, you came much too early despite all your forces doing everything to hold it back. But you couldn’t, and with him still pounding relentlessly, you were a twitching mess so sensitive to the core.

The pain was so beautifully mixed with the orgasm, which trailed on and on the more he fucked you. Fuck, the orgasm probably lasted longer than the build up. But with your mouth so wipe open, screaming whatever profanity you knew in your head, Jason kept going until another coil in your stomach built up, and you exploded.

Jason didn’t last any longer. Spilling his hot cum inside you, he hesitated to slow down, wincing at his own sensitivity. You were panting, sweating off your skin, and you laid bent down over the table even with him already zipping up his pants, taking his tie off from your hands.

You pulled yourself up and stretched your skirt back down to cover your cum-covered thighs, still in a daze. You turned around, wrapped your arms around him and kissed him gently, much softer than just a moment ago.

“That ended way too quickly,” he said, his hands on your waist.

“Why don’t you come over tonight and we’ll make it last for all the way until dawn-“

“We should probably go to a hotel,” he smirked. “Can’t risk getting caught in that fucking teacher’s dorm.”

“I’ll book us a night.”

Winking at you, he slapped your ass before pulling away and walking out the door.

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All That Jazz (Jason Todd x Theater Star!Reader)

-Requested by: @inconspicuousasparagus​  

(Sorry I didn’t include the Batfam, girl! I hope you still do like this though!)

The last three smut fics had public sex in it. I swear I’m not a felon.

WORDS: 2431 WARNINGS: MASTURBATION IN A CAR. BLOWJOB IN A CAR. IN PUBLIC. LOTS OF DIRTY TALK. AND GETTING A BONER AT THE WORST TIME

Masterlist

Slick your hair

And wear your buckle shoes

And all that Jazz

This song. This fucking song. This fucking song that never seemed to end. He knew this scene was going to bite him in the ass, but there wasn’t any worse possible time for him to get a fucking huge boner. Jason shifted around his seat with as little movement as possible.

He placed his hand on his crotch. Fuck. The friction just made it worse.

He tried with the arm rests, but the two people beside him had them occupied.

He bit on his hand. Focus on the pain. Look anywhere else on stage. Just not at you. Jason shouldn’t have bought a seat so fucking close. He could see the lace of your stockings, the ties on the corset, the bright red on your lips that he desperately wanted against his dick. Fuck. It was getting bigger.

It's just a noisy hall

Where there's a nightly brawl

And all that jazz

Velma Kelly. It was your first night as Velma Kelly during your run as an understudy, and you only had a few performances. You were so happy when you heard the news, and Jason was even more pumped. He watched other performances of Velma with you and he couldn’t wait to see you on stage as one of the sexiest characters in any musical. You had a fantastic voice, and tonight, it resonated into him and went straight down to his fucking crotch.

He didn’t know he had a thing for 1920s vaudeville girls in fishnets and bob wigs. Fuck, how was he supposed to know that? Maybe it was because it was you. It was probably that. Or not, because he wasn’t going to look at tiny black dresses the same way again.

Your legs were up in the air, your arms were around another man. But instead of feeling the slightest pang of jealousy like he usually does; it only gave him a more accurate image of how you’d run your hands all over his chest if you were in character.

Motherfucker. He was going to draw blood eventually from chewing at his gums so much.

The scene did eventually end. And it was only the overture.

He prayed he’ll get through the night.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Jason was already outside waiting for you, and immediately he pulled you into the tightest hug, never mind the bulk of your coat and his. It was the final touch of the victorious sense of pride you needed after your first successful performance.

“You. Were. Amazing.”

“Thank you!” You grabbed his face and kissed him hard even as the other cast members had walked out the door and gave you knowing glances you couldn’t care less about. Jason wasn’t going out for patrol tonight. Even after the performance. It was your night. He was going to dedicate the whole of his to you.

“I thought I messed up my lines back there,” you squealed. “Hopefully no one noticed!”

“You were perfect. In every way. I’m so proud of you.” He hugged you again and kissed the top of your head. You couldn’t stop smiling, inhaling into his neck and enjoying that lighthearted, blissful rush through your whole body.

“I have more good news!” You handed him your phone with a screenshot of an email you got while you were performing.

“They loved my audition! I’m officially Anne Boleyn in the Original Gotham Cast of SIX!”

“HOLY SHIT, WOMAN.” Jason snatched your phone and read through the contents. You couldn’t stop squealing and hugging him, jumping around even with his large chest in your arms. He kept kissing your face, neck, anywhere that wasn’t covered to hide from the cold. He kept saying ‘I’m so proud of you’ ‘God, you’re amazing’ ‘I’m so lucky to have you’ over and over like it was the only set of words he knew at the moment.

“Jason, you can totally go on patrol tonight if you want to-“

“Oh, no.” he pulled you into his arm and walked you out of the alley back to the car. “I’m not letting you out of my sight. Not after that performance.”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you have your costume with you?”

He opened the car door for you and you stopped to look at him skeptically. “No, but I’m wearing a black dress underneath my coa-“

“Good enough. Get in the car.”

You laughed when he walked over to the driver’s seat a bit too eagerly. Like he was skipping like a little boy. You drove out of the theater and turned the heater on.

Jason turned to you, and everytime you stopped at an intersection, he’d put his hand on your knee and squeeze it. The car was getting too hot, so you took off your large coat.

His mouth instinctively began to water. The black dress wasn’t the same. It had long sleeves that covered most of your arms, but your had boots on so you only had thin leggings underneath you still looked so hot. And the lipstick you had on hadn’t faded. Jason drove his hand further up your leg, then pulled away when the light turned green.

“Jason, you are horny as fuck.”

“You can’t fucking blame me when you were up there in fishnets, Y/N.”

You couldn’t stop laughing after that. “Were you hard for the last two hours?”

“Three. I had a boner since the overture.”

“Oh. My God.”

Another traffic light. And it didn’t look like he was going to get past this after the next one. The traffic was a fucking ass and it wasn’t going to be until another thirty minutes until he reaches the apartment at this rate.

“You looked so fucking hot. As much as I loved the show I couldn’t wait to get home and fuck the living daylights out of you.”

“Mmm,” you hummed and leaned in against his ear. “Would you like me to sing while you’re at it?”

“You’ll be screaming the highest fucking notes you never thought you’d reach.”

Jason’s hand went to your leg again, this time playing with the thin fabric going all the way up to your upper thigh.

“I swear I’ve never had a boner like that in public in my life. I had to go to the bathroom twice in the intermission. I almost wanted to jack off while I was at it if not for the line. Fuck, I couldn’t take it. You’re so fucking hot. Your performance was one thing but the costumes you wore. Shit¸ I couldn’t stop staring at your ass.”

He squeezed your leg. You could feel your juices seeping through your underwear.

“Jay,” you breathed too heavily. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, kitten.”

You looked at him with the hottest smirk and made sure the red of your lips were what his eyes were on when you licked them intensely. Further up, his hand reached the waist band of your tights, just as the cars began to move. “Fuck.”

He turned the car to the right. Whichever was the quickest way to the apartment. But there was traffic no matter where he went. He stopped again at a red light, and his hand went back to your hip, under your tights and underwear so he could have at it with your cunt.

“Fuck,” you moaned. It was the same sounds you made on stage when you sang. You threw your head back and reclined your seat.

“These windows are tinted right?”

“This used to be Bruce’s. Of course, it’s tinted. It’s practically a mirror.”

“Good,” you laid back and kicked off your boots. You were getting so wet. Your hand was gripping your hair just as he started circling your clit, gathering your wetness and stimulated it with more pressure than he usually gives you. He was rougher tonight, and you gasped when he pressed on it a bit too hard.

“That’s it. Lay down. Lick those red lips for me.”

You did just that, and his fingers violated your clit even faster. Your moans were getting louder, and you could only hope this car was sound proof. You bit the back of your hand but Jason pulled it away from you.

He heard a car honk its horn and it turns out the light had been green for a while. Jason cursed beneath his breath and you took it as a chance to relax. “Play with yourself, kitten. I’ll watch you.”

You couldn’t argue. Your hand continued Jason’s job and you spread your legs even wider, never taking your eyes off him while you played with your folds the way he’d do it. You circled your clit, inserted a finger or two into your hole, or teased yourself with neither of those sweet spots just to drag it out. He’d watch you when he had the chance, and his breaths were short, his chest heaving, and the sounds of your long, needy moans, his cock was painfully asking for some action in his pants.

“Lick your fingers and squeeze those tits.”

You kept at it. There were the beginning flashes of an orgasm, shocking you to your core and making you tremble and twitch, but you slowed down just as those flashes happened, then went faster again once the shocks simmered down. Your other hand that had been squeezing your breast under your shirt was now around your neck. You brought your fingers to your mouth, dragging them long and hard with your lips wrapped around them, so harshly that your lipstick stained.

You took your tights off, and your pussy clenched at the exposure of the colder air. You raised your legs up, and he had a perfect view of your cunt. You inserted your middle and ring finger inside you and slowly pumped them in and out, filling the air of the sounds of your lapping juices and your animalistic moans.

You looked at Jason, then watched your own fingers with your mouth locked open. You craned your head over, watching you fuck yourself, watching it happen as the wonderful sensations buzzing through you as a result from your own doing, then you went faster and threw your head back against the seat. Your other leg snaked around Jason’s thighs, causing enough friction against his pants to drive him insane. A sharp turn around and you were met with a dark, lightless alley where he parked.

“Jay, why are we h-here?” you asked even with your fingers inside you.

Jason didn’t answer and instead, removed your hand so he could replace it back with his, with his other hand this time.  He leaned over you, lips on yours while he violently fucked you with his fingers. The slow buzzing through your limbs were now a fast, overwhelming current that sent you screaming in an instant. The sound of your wetness, and how his fingers sent you thrashing uncontrollably in your seat. You grabbed the hand holder by your seat and gripped tightly just to contain it, but he only went faster, curling his fingers at just the right angle.

His hand was on your hair, gripping it tightly when he felt you come hard. You were violently shaking, holding onto his arms this time. It was so wonderful, and you bit his shoulder to stop yourself from screaming too loud. The heavenly highs that sent your limbs almost to the point of dysfunction. It was so fucking good. You panted as the high subsided.

He pulled his fingers out, bringing it up to your lips for you to lick. Jason kissed you again and sat right back against his seat.

His dick was practically poking out of his pants. The clock in your car told you had about thirty minutes past midnight. You still wanted more. One round was never good enough. Jason ran a hand through your hair and you went with it, leaning over his cock.

“Fuck, you’re gonna be the end of me.”

“Your cock obviously can’t wait any longer.”

You unzipped his pants, and your legs went up to the seat so you could fold them under you while you worked. Jason could see your pussy still throbbing through the reflection in the window, so he brought his hand back onto your cunt just to wet his own fingers.

A sharp slap to your ass cheek, just before he smoothed it over with his palm. You freed his cock and it was already leaking so much, it looked like he was cumming in his pants. You took no time to wait and took him into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down and widening your mouth as much as you could.

He turned the music up. All That Jazz. The one from the movie. It was playing from his phone. You giggled at that took him whole, pumping the bottom half with your hand. He held onto your hair and guided your head to his own liking.

He wasn’t going to last long. Jason wanted it fast, too. The rush of being in an alley. So dark, yet you could unmistakably look at every detail of you like you were perfectly lit up. He threw his head back, moaning your name. You felt his palm over your ass and went faster when you felt him squeeze.

You choked with him in your throat and gagged, swallowing around him which made him twitch. Another sharp slap against your ass, and you bobbed your head violently and hollowed your cheeks, sticking your tongue out with the amount of drool wet enough to drench his underwear.

He busted so much of his load into you, and you kept swallowing around him, over and over to let him ride out his high. His hand on your ass was tight enough to leave a mark, and you swirled your tongue around the tip just as the last of his cum blew into you.

A bit of his cum was on your mouth. Your lipstick was almost entirely faded by now, so you licked the last of it, including the cum.

Jason kissed you immediately, and held your face.

“Are we gonna reach home soon enough or are we gonna do it right here?”

He looked back. There was still no one around. No one usually came here even at this hour. Not even criminals liked hanging out at this corner.

“I think we’re fine here.”

Jason held your chin and slowly slid on top of you, spreading your legs and reclining your seat even further.

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[littleredwing89]

PAINT AND PALETTE

PAINT AND PALETTE

CEO!Roman Sionis x Reader

Summary: Ripping open the selection of paint brushes, Roman took one out, handing it across to you, “I don’t know why I let you convince me that this would be a good idea, I should have just paid someone”.

Warnings – Language. NSFW Smut. Fluff.

Word Count: 2,492

A/N: This is a one shot following the series ‘The Intern’.. I couldn’t resist revisiting them again. I hope you all enjoy. There’s a tiny surprise in this one. I am working to finish FAMOUS completely before posting, I want to make sure it’s perfect for you all. Apologies for the delay my loves xoxo

Also, thanks to @batarella​ for the inspo for this scene. Thanks lovely xoxo

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Standing in the middle of the now empty room, Roman looked around. You’d covered the floor perfectly with plastic sheeting and masking taped it down. You’d even taped around the light switches, conscious to not get any paint on the chrome fittings. He smiled to himself, before settling his eyes on you. Your hair was tied up in a messy bun, strands falling down into your eyes. You kept tucking them behind your ears as you assessed the tins of paint in front of you.

You were wearing one of his old shirts, it drowned your frame. The sleeves were rolled up to your elbows as you hummed, one hand resting on your hip. He thought you looked beautiful. Even when you weren’t trying. Sure, the figure hugging gala dresses made his blood rage but this - this was different. You were in his clothes. Just you and him. A picture of domestic bliss. Preparing to redecorate your bedroom.

He strode across to you, resting a hand on your lower back. You glanced up at him, offering a bright smile. He’d changed into a pair of old black sweatpants and a simple white T-shirt. You bobbed down slowly and carefully prized the lid off the first tin of paint. The rich, clean scent wafting into your nostrils. You loved the smell of fresh paint.

Grabbing the mixing stick, you dipped it into the can, swirling the light grey paint in circles just like the instructions said, “Will you grab the brushes please?”.

Ripping open the selection of paint brushes, Roman took one out, handing it across to you, “I don’t know why I let you convince me that this would be a good idea, I should have just paid someone”.

You laughed, taking the brush off him, purposely letting your fingers stroke his, “Oh c'mon, just because you suck at painting doesn't mean it's not fun!”.

“I have no issue with my decorating skill darling, I just could think of better things to do”.

Painting a test line on the wall in front of you, you grinned and turned to face him, “Such as?”.

Roman eyed the loose shirt, licking his lips slowly, “You for starters”.

Rolling your eyes you laughed, continuing to paint the wall, pleased with the colour you’d chosen, “Mmmmmm yes, I'll take that into consideration.

Ignoring your words, Roman started to close in on you, his large hands grasping your waist.

“Ah!-ah!-ah!”, you turned swiftly, jabbing him in the chest with your paint brush, grey paint splattering on his white T-shirt, “No! Painting first, sex later. I want this finished by the end of the week”.

He pressed further into you, causing the brush to bend between you both, paint flicking over your bottom halves, “We could just get someone to do it for us and spend our time in a hotel…productively”.

“Roman…”, The familiar spark shot up your spine and you shivered. He knew exactly how to press your buttons. You swallowed the moan and shook your head, “Unlike you, I'm enjoying painting”.

Roman grunted and looked at the wall venomously, “You are literally watching paint dry, how is that entertaining?”.

“I’m redecorating our bedroom! Think how good it’ll look once we’re done…think how good we’ll feel once we finish it together…it’s exciting!”, 

“There are far more exciting things we could do”, he growled, leaning his head down and nipping the junction of your exposed neck. He loved it when you wore your hair up. It gave him much easier access to finding that sensitive spot just below your earlobe.

“Keep your pants on!”, you gasped and tried to push him away, feeling your body burning for his touch.

You could hear the smirk in his voice as he replied, his hot breath tickling your flesh, “You don’t usually complain darling”.

Trying to distract yourself from his dizzying touch, you moved out of his reach and painted another strip along the wall, taking in long calming breaths, “If you paint too this will go faster”.

“It'll be even faster if we hire someone”, he stepped back into your space, hands looping around your midsection. His fingers sneaked into the gaps between the buttons, aching to feel his skin on yours.

“I don't care!”, you turned in his arms, giving him an innocent smile. A devilish glow sparkled behind your shiny orbs.

He frowned not trusting you but before he could reply you booped his nose with your brush and got paint all over it.

You giggled cheekily and grinned, “See even you look better with a fresh coat of paint”.

Roman growled playfully and grabbed your waist tighter dragging you into his broad chest. He nudged his nose against yours and kissed you softly, smearing the paint across your cheeks. You sank into the kiss without a second thought, hands fisting in his T-shirt.

He pulled back and smirked, admiring the paint dusting your cheeks and the bridge of your delicate nose, “I think it suits you better”.

“Stop being corny and help me paint”, you tried to sound threatening but the airy tone of your voice and the daze in your eye gave you away.

“I have a much better idea”, Roman lifted you up in his arms with no warning, making you gasp in surprise. Your legs wrapped around his middle on their own accord, hands gripping his biceps, feeling them flex under your hold. You let him guide you both to the floor easily, caging you underneath him.

“Rom…we need to paint…”, you murmured. The heat radiating off his body made you bite down on your bottom lip. Your pulse raced with anticipation.

Dipping his fingers into the open paint can besides you both, he grinned down at you, “You never said what we need to paint”.

Without another word, he kissed you passionately, hands sliding up the sides of your shirt, drawing paint over your body. You mewled against his lips and shivered, feeling the cool, thick liquid decorating your body. His fingers traced over your stomach, almost although he was writing something on you.

Roman pulled back from your tempting lips, eyes hooded with desire, “I’m not hearing any complaints”.

“That’s meant for the wall”, you murmured softly, feeling his deft fingers popping open the buttons on the front of your shirt one by one. Exposing your flesh to the cool air of the room.

“Doesn't say that on the can”, he teased, the tips of his fingers still drawing outlines on your bare stomach. You looked down between your bodies to see he’d drawn an R & S across you. The bottom of the S sneaking close to the top of your panties. He gave you a smug wink when you realised what he’d drawn.

You dipped your own hand into the can, feeling the droplets racing down into your palm, “Let’s see how you like it!”, you pushed your hands under his T-shirt and rubbed them all over his chest, smearing the paint happily.

He shivered at the sensation of your soft hands rubbing the cold substance into his skin. He growled deep in his throat before smashing his lips to your, streaking his fingers down the outside of your thighs. Three grey stripes of paint smudged down your skin, fading towards the ends as Roman ran out of paint. You moaned into the kiss, letting him happily swallow the sounds of pleasure, tongues sliding together desperately.

“I-I don’t think we can keep painting”, he panted, his lips travelling down the column of your throat, tongue licking over your throbbing pulse.

“W-whose fault is that?”, you gasped when you felt Roman sink his teeth into your shoulder, letting his tongue stroke over the mark. Soothing it with the heat of his mouth.

“Yours clearly”, he grunted, slipping your lace panties down your legs.

You ripped the shirt over his head the second he slid back up your body, “How do you work that out?”.

“You clearly dressed like this to seduce me”.

He smirked and lifted you up slightly, roughly ripping the baggy shirt from your body, leaving you bare underneath him. He cock swelled at the sight and he groaned huskily. 

You ripped the tie open on his sweatpants, pushing them down slowly, his cock springing free. Licking your lips, your hand wrapped around his length, pumping it leisurely, “Yes, I dressed in your old shirt just to seduce you”.

He grunted and thrust into your hand, the subtle pressure of your palm squeezing his cock made his mind blank. Any witty reply lost in a hurricane of desire. Roman grabbed your wrist quickly, stopping your movements and flipped you over easily. He manhandled you onto your knees, pinning your hands down to the floor, restricting any escape from him. You whined his name, pushing back against him, desperate to feel his cock.

Looking down at your lush ass, he groaned, palming it roughly with his free hand. You whimpered, shuddering with pleasure. He let go of your hands, happy you wouldn’t move and stroked his shaft through your slick folds.

“Fuck…”, he thrust into you rapidly, burying himself to the hilt, cursing more as your velvet walls stretched to accommodate his length, “I can’t get over how good you feel, darling”.

The delicious sting as his thick cock drove into you made your thighs quiver under him, struggling to hold yourself up with the pleasure shooting up your spine. You sobbed his name as he hammered into you harder. Every stroke of his cock bumped your g spot, dragging against your sensitive walls, making your nerves buzz with euphoria.

“Roman! Oh!”, you cried, fingernails digging into the plastic sheeting below you, “Please-I-I-fuck!”.

You knew your incoherent jargon of words would boost his ego, knowing exactly what he did to you. How he set your entire being on fire. 

His fingers dug deeper into your waist, bruising you as his. He leaned forward, dragging hot, wet kisses up your spine before settling against your neck. He panted into your ear, murmuring soft praises about how good you felt. How well you took his cock. How perfect you sounded crying out for him.

Your orgasm ripped through you without any warning, your core clenching around his pulsating shaft. The primal moan leaving his lips was sinful as your pussy tried to drag his cock deeper into you. 

Roman felt your slick coating his cock as he continued to fuck into you with a brutal pace. He slipped into his own climax, releasing ribbon after ribbon of hot cum, deep into your pussy. His chest heaved, desperate for more oxygen. You purred contentedly, eyes shut in bliss. As he pulled himself from you, he watched his seed drip from your folds, sticky on your inner thighs.

He bit hard on his bottom lip, refraining himself from ravishing you again. He laid down on the plastic sheeting, feeling the material stick to his sweaty back. He grimaced but pulled you round onto his chest. The warmth of your body made him relax instantly, ignoring the uncomfortable squeaky vinyl.

You nuzzled into the crook of his neck, face pressing to his chest, paint dried over your beautiful face. He smiled to himself at how cute you looked, fucked out but covered in paint.

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Roman pressed his forehead to yours and lightly grazed his lips over your mouth. He nudged your nose with his, a faint smile wrinkling his eyes. You sighed happily and returned the gesture, eyes glittering with bliss.

You cupped his face stroking your thumb over his cheek and scoffed when you noticed the paint covering your fingers and palm, “You got paint all over my ring”.

He grinned and put his hand over yours, the matching platinum band greeting yours own.

“Worth it”, he looked down between your messy, paint covered bodies. The grey ‘RS’ smudged over your stomach.

“Those rings were expensive”.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get it cleaned up for you darling”, he smirked and before laying another kiss to your lips.

You nipped his bottom lip, tugging it lightly, “You better Sionis”.

His eyes sparkled with mischief along with something else. Something a little deeper.

“Oh I will, Sionis”.

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ADDITIONAL CHAPTER BONUS:

Following Roman down the corridors of the office, you smiled at several new staff members who’d started only last week in your department. They’d stiffened at the sight of the CEO but relaxed when you gave them a warm, friendly smile. You’d just finished a board meeting with the other executives and Roman had said he wanted to speak with you in his office. Another new contract. You wondered if it was actually true or if your new pencil skirt had fried his brain.

“I need you to email this to Queen”, Roman handed you the paperwork as casually as possible, not meeting your questioning gaze. Eyebrows peaked upwards.

“Why can’t Mr Wilson do it?”, you took the paperwork off him, flicking through the pages of the contract. It was just a simple sign off.

“Because”, Roman clicked his tongue, “I asked you too”. He smirked cheekily and closed the door to his office behind him, eyeing you closely.

You laughed and rolled your eyes, “You’re so petty”.

He scoffed, sounding somewhat offended, “Why would I be petty?”, he grabbed his mug of coffee off the desk taking a large swig of it, “More to the point, when have I ever been petty?”.

You didn’t dignify him with an answer. You didn’t have the time nor the patience to list all of the instances of his pettiness. Plus you knew he’d deny every last one of them. You rounded his desk and smiled coyly, “I know why you want me to send it”. You jabbed your finger into his chest playfully.

“Last time I checked, motive doesn't matter”, Roman’s voice voice carried through the air, victory lighting up his features. He grabbed your hand quickly and gave you a genuine smile. One reserved only for you. You returned the gesture, locking your fingers with his, entwining them together.

“You'll do it for me, won't you?”, voice thick with charm and honey, Roman gazed down at you. His brown eyes gleaming.

“Only because I won't hear the end of it if I don't”.

Roman kissed your ring and grinned, “You’re a real sweetheart”.

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[littleredwing89]

Slade Wilson x Reader Mini Series

Slade Wilson x Vigilante!Reader Mini Series.

Summary: A series of linked one shots with Slade Wilson x Vigilante!Reader. Read in the order advised below but it won’t spoil anything if you do read out of order. (I will likely keep adding to this and it’ll end up a verse all of its own haha).

Warnings: NSFW. Language. Smut. (Read warnings on each one shot)

🖤 TARGET ACQUIRED // PART 1 //

🖤 BUSINESS OR PLEASURE? // PART 2 //

🖤 PERFECT GIFT // PART 3 //

🖤 TOUCH // PART 4 //

🖤 HAVANA HEAT // PART 5 //

Special thanks to @batarella​​ for the banner. And another special thanks to @internalsealpanic​​ for giving me the ideas for this Slade verse. Much love to you both xoxo

[littleredwing89]

Baby It’s Cold Outside

BABY IT’S COLD OUTSIDE 

CamGirl!Reader x Jason Todd – One Shot.

Summary: Jason pouted and stepped forward trapping her against the wall with his arms, “Come on princess…they won’t mind if you’re late, just tell them Santa held you up”, he kissed down her neck biting the soft spot there.

Warnings – Language. NSFW. Smut.

Word Count: 2,467

A/N: I couldn’t help but revisit CamGirl!Reader x Jason. I received so many beautiful messages about how much you all enjoyed the camgirl series so I did an additional one shot. I hope you all love this.

Merry Christmas everyone. I hope you all have a fantastic festive period :) xoxo 🖤🖤🖤

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***

“Seriously?! You’re going into work dressed like that?”, Jason pulled at his shirt collar slightly, feeling the heat clawing up his neck. Fuck. She looked amazing.

“Yes, why?”, Y/N turned round to face him, tugging at her green elf sweater, “It’s the last day in the office before Christmas so we’re all getting dressed up”.

His eyes travelled up the length of her body and he visibly swallowed, her long legs looked perfect in the cute elf stockings, “Princess…you’re purposely trying to kill me here”.

She laughed, rolling her eyes, “Don’t be so dramatic Jason, it’s just an elf costume”.

Y/N placed a soft kiss on his cheek before fixing her elf hat, “Plus, after I’ve finished today, I’m all yours for two whole weeks, just in time for Christmas Eve”.

“I can’t wait”, Jason wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back to him, capturing her lips in a delicate kiss. He moved his hands down slowly, over the curve of her ass before sneaking up her elf green skirt.

She giggled against his lips and pulled back, pushing his chest playfully, “Behave! I’ve got to get to the office in 30 minutes – we don’t have time for that”.

Jason pouted and stepped forward trapping her against the wall with his arms, “Come on princess…they won’t mind if you’re late, just tell them Santa held you up”, he kissed down her neck biting the soft spot there.

He heard her moan quietly and grinned against her skin, knowing he’d won. That was until she moved herself away from his sinful lips and dipped under his arms, “Jason, behave! I really do have to get into the office on time today...”.

Tipping his head back in frustration he groaned and looked over her body once last time. She winked at him before grabbing her bag and car keys, “I’ll be back before you know it”. 

As she closed their apartment door behind her, an idea flew into his mind. He smirked to himself grabbing his own keys from the side. He’d give her a good surprise for when she got home.

***

“I’m home!!”, Y/N called through the apartment dropping both her bag and keys on the side. She was so glad to be home. The chaos in the office was unreal just before Christmas. Everyone finishing up their reports and stories ready to print and publish. Rush, rush, rush.

“Jason?”, she called again walking through, into the apartment.

Y/N heard shuffling in the living room and following the noise, “Jay…what are you – oh my-”.

Jason stood in the centre of the living room with a wide smirk on his face. He opened his arms out and winked, “What do you think to the new suit princess? I can still fight crime in this right? It is red…”.

She couldn’t help but laugh at seeing her 6 ft 2, stocky boyfriend in a terrible red-felt Santa costume, “That is so tacky babe”.

He grinned cheekily and moved towards her, “Watch what you say to Santa, you upset him this morning you know...You left him high and dry”.

“This little elf had work to do, I can’t be pleasing Santa all the time you know”, Y/N looked up at him coyly, tugging at the black belt on his red slacks.

Jason's hands gripped around Y/N's waist, pulling her toward him. He kissed her deeply, their tongues sliding over each other and leaving them gasping for air. His hands travelled up to Y/N's shoulders and slid the green sweater off to the floor. She shuddered at his touch, and her own hands reached around to squeeze his ass. She could feel his cock getting hard between them, and she slid her hands back around front to stroke him through his pants.

Jason wanted nothing more than to rip off their clothes and fuck her hard, but he also wanted to savour the moment and see how far he could take it.

"You've been a naughty little elf", he said, hoping she would play along, but ready to back off if she wasn't.

"Oh, Santa", Y/N pouted, "Isn't there any way I can get back on your nice list?".

Jason smirked subtly before stepping back slightly.

"I might be able to think of something", he replied, unbuttoning his shirt so she could slip her hands inside. Y/N wasted no time, and was soon covering his chest with heated kisses, biting his chest, and nibbling on his earlobe as she worked her way up. He slipped out of the shirt and grabbed the Santa hat.

"That's good", he said, "but you're going to have to try a lot harder to get on MY good list", Jason unbuckled his belt, and without missing a beat Y/N took over.

"Here…Let me do that for you, Santa", she said, opening his fly and sliding her hands in to stroke his hard cock. Jason felt himself being pushed backward until he was forced to sit in the oversized armchair in their living room. As soon as he was settled into the chair Y/N knelt between his knees and took his cock in her mouth. Her aggressiveness and the tight warmth of her mouth nearly made him cum right then and there. As she worked her way up and down his shaft he breathed deeply and focused on enjoying the sensation. He felt himself working up to a climax, and Y/N must have realized it, because she slowed down.

"Do you want me to finish?", she whispered.

"No. I want you to take off your skirt", he told her. She stood up and gently pulled the skirt down around her ankles, revealing the sexy stockings and her bare pussy.

“You’re not wearing any panties?”.

Y/N shook her head as an innocent smile crept onto her lips.

"You really are a naughty girl - aren’t you? Now, turn around", he told her, and she obeyed without question.

Jason grabbed her hips and pulled her closer so he could reach around to feel her wet pussy. He rubbed his calloused fingertips over her clit and she moaned lightly.

"Why don't you come sit on Santa's lap?".

Y/N let herself be guided onto his lap so that her ass was rubbing against his erect cock. Then Jason got back to work, stroking her pussy and nibbling at the soft nape of her neck. Y/N started wiggling on top of him, wanting more. Without warning he shoved two fingers into her hot, tight pussy as far as they would go. Y/N let out a little gasp, then relaxed into it and started moving herself up and down on his fingers.

Jason let her fuck herself on his fingers for a while then went back to rubbing her clit and pushing his fingers deep into her pussy at the end of each stroke. Y/N was going crazy, bucking her hips with his movements, moaning loudly.

Y/N tried to get up so that she could let Jason enter her, but he wouldn't have any of it. Jason pushed her onto the ground on all fours, "Not so fast, you naughty little elf. You're not getting off that easy".

Then he slapped her ass hard. She cried out but, didn't make any move to get up or move away from him. Feeling more confident, he started to spank her again, repeating the motion. He kept it up until her ass was as red as his Santa slacks.

"Santa, please stop", she cried wiggling her ass at him trying to ease the stinging, "I'll be a good girl, I promise".

Jason couldn't hold back any longer and plunged his cock deep inside her eager pussy in one swift thrust. She cried out again and moaned as he started rocking her back and forth with his thrusts.

"You like it like that, don't you? You naughty elf".

"Oh, yes, Santa. I love it when you fuck me. Fuck me hard, Santa".

Jason grabbed her breasts out of her bra and pushed them together with his hands, palming them and rubbing her hard nipples between his fingers. He felt her tighten around his cock, and he did it again and again, feeling her getting close to an orgasm. He forced himself to relax so she wouldn't take him with her.

With a soft cry Y/N shuddered underneath Jason. He kept pulling on her nipples until she was squirming and moaning, but he kept at it until he felt her tighten again. Another slap to her red buttocks sent her over the edge again, and he let her slide forwards onto the ground, where she lay panting.

"Oh, no, little elf. I'm not done with you yet", Y/N looked over her shoulder, amazed to see his erection still hard and throbbing. She rolled over and sat up to take his cock in her mouth again. For a few minutes he stayed there, letting her taste her own juices on him. She hollowed out her cheeks as she took his cock as deep into her mouth as possible, groaning around him. Y/N felt him shivering in pleasure, his fingers wound tightly into her hair, tugging with each bob of her head.

Jason pulled Y/N up to him and kissed her deeply, then pushed her back to the floor, "Let's see if my little elf tastes as sweet as she looks", his voice was husky as he lowered himself down between her legs. Her clit was pulsing, and her pussy lips swollen with excitement. Jason took his time, exploring her folds of skin with his tongue and occasionally thrusting deep inside her tight slit. Her orgasm juices running down his chin as he licked her clit repeatedly.

Y/N was moaning and thrusting her hips into him. Jason wondered if she would let one of his desires come true. Using her own wetness, he began rubbing her anus until it was slick and slipped in one finger. She gasped, then relaxed. Slowly he worked the finger in and out and she warmed up to it quickly. He sucked on her clit as his finger fucked her, hearing her moans become delirious. When she felt ready, he let another finger slide inside. She didn't protest at all, and Jason was getting hot thinking about what he planned to do next.

He withdrew from her and sat back, leaving her puzzled and incredibly turned on, "Please, Santa", she whimpered, "I want more".

"I don't know", Jason replied, pretending to stroke an imaginary beard, "How much will you do to get back on my good list? Are you willing to do anything Santa tells you?".

"I will Santa…I'll be the best elf ever", Y/N was so hot she felt like she was on fire, and she yearned for Jason to touch her again.

"Roll over", he told her, and she went back to all fours, presenting him with her still red ass. He rubbed her ass again, feeling her relax and open up to him. He put the head of his cock up to it and rubbed a bit, waiting to see if she would say no. She didn't, and he pushed until the end of his cock disappeared inside her. Y/N shuddered, her muscles instinctively clamping down on his cock.

He groaned, fighting the urge to cum already. Then she relaxed again, and he slid in, a half an inch at a time, until he was fully sunk into her amazing ass. Deep. Taking his time, he worked himself back out, then in again. His pre-cum lubed her up, making it easier. At last, he was able thrust in and out without fear of hurting her, and he let himself really get into it.

Reaching around, he started working her breast with one hand and her pussy with the other. Y/N was so turned on she felt herself working up to another orgasm.

"Oh, fuck...faster…please! Faster", Jason picked up the pace, and soon Y/N felt another climax wash over her. Her ass tightened up, and it was just too much for Jason. He shot his cum deep inside her, groaning and pulling her to him.

***

They both collapsed to the floor then, spent and completely sated. After a minute, Jason pulled his shrinking cock out of Y/N's ass and rolled to the side facing her.

"Well, my little elf, I would say you passed the test".

"Hmmm…but I think Santa was a little naughty himself", Y/N laughed, her hand running up and down his chest softly, “But it was so good".

Jason pulled her into his arms and felt her relax into him. Her heartbeat calming along with his. Threading his fingers through her hair, he bent his head down, kissing the crown of her head lightly, “I love you”.

“Mmm, I love you too”, Y/N murmured back sleepily, cuddling into him tighter.

***

Different variants of Christmas wrapping littered the floor after Jason and Y/N had finished exchanging their gifts. Jason leaned back on their sofa and moved his arms to rest on the back, spreading his body out, “Your last present is inside the tree princess”.

Y/N raised an eyebrow in confusion, “Inside the tree?! What-”.

Jason nodded silently. As she turned away to begin her search he took in a calming breath.

This was it.

Y/N searched through the branches, cursing when several baubles fell off and hit the floor, “Where Jason?”.

Jason chuckled watching her destroy the Christmas tree, sneaking a quick glance at her ass in the tight, skinny jeans, “A bit further towards the back – yeah there, keep going”.

He watched her fighting against the tree and laughed louder moving from his spot on the sofa, “Noooo more towards your left! No, your left not my left!”.

Y/N huffed with frustration, “I can’t see anything Jason-”, as she turned around, she gasped loudly at the sight in front of her. Her hands flying over her mouth.

Jason was down on one knee with a little black box in his hand. 

“Merry Christmas Princess”.

He flicked open the box and coughed, suddenly feeling anxious. What was she going to say? The platinum ring with a single diamond in the middle sparkled at her.

Y/N felt her eyes welling up with tears, “Are you…”.

Jason nodded, “Marry me?”, he wiggled the box in front of her again.

The silence felt like hours but was merely seconds.

She dropped onto her knees next to him and hugged him tightly, crushing the box between their bodies, “Of course I will! Yes!!! Jason, Yes!!”.

Pulling back, she planted several kisses over his cheeks and lastly his lips, smiling happily against them.

Breaking their kiss, Jason took the ring from the box and slipped it onto her ring finger slowly, before pressing a light kiss to her hand.

“You’ve made me so happy princess”.

***

[littleredwing89]

ALL THE WORLDS A STAGE – PART 3

CAMGIRL!READER X JASON TODD

Warnings – SMUT. NSFW. Language. Smoking Kink.

Word Count: 1,534 Happy Friday. Enjoy the weekend.

Special thanks: @offendedfishnoises @batarella - thank you again for your help with this :) :) it means a lot xox

Tag List: @offendedfishnoises @batarella @idkmanicantenglish​ @foenixphire​ @ninergirl1d​ - let me know if you want to be added :)

MASTERLIST ***

Soft.

The jacket felt soft against the bare skin of her upper body.

Brown leather.

She was a little curious as to why he’d sent her the leather jacket, but customers’ orders an all that.

She’d done as he requested.

The packet of cigarettes laid next to her laptop.

A gun metal lighter sat next to them.

 Y/N: I got your gift today xox

Red: Wear nothing but the jacket and a pair of red pants princess x

Y/N: Your wish is my command xox

 Y/N admired herself in the mirror.

The jacket was slightly bigger, it was definitely a men’s jacket.  It hung just above the curve of her ass.

The deep red French knickers accentuating her curves nicely.

She sat in front of the laptop and placed a cigarette between her painted lips, as she switched on her camera. He was already waiting.  

Tonight would be different.

***

Jason had been waiting for her.

Anticipation eating away at him.

When she came into view, he had to bite back a moan. She looked good.

She was wearing a close copy of his brown leather jacket. He one he wore for his ‘night shifts’.

And nothing else.

The curve of her breasts visible through the gap of the jacket. Hidden enough to leave him wanting more.

“Evening princess”, he murmured, settling down on his bed. Laptop resting against the mattress.

Y/N winked and flicked the lighter on. Holding it to the end of the cigarette.

The flame danced softly before it was extinguished as she closed the lid.

She inhaled deeply and let out a puff of smoke.

The smoke curled and danced around her.

The sight shot straight down to his cock. His hand already around it, stroking soft and slow.

“Evening”, she gave him a little smirk.

Y/N knew he wanted something a little different tonight.

She was going to make this completely for him.

“You look good”, his husky voice carried through her laptop speaker.

She smiled, a genuine smile before it turned darker.

Her pupils were blown.

Desire?

“Why don’t you let me take care of you tonight Red” she asked suggestively, taking another drag of the cigarette.

Jason took a deep breath, “Of course baby”.

He laid back and continued to run his hand over his cock. Seeing her smoking, wearing his jacket, he was going to struggle to hold on.

“You know, if you were here now Red…I’d be on my knees in front of you”, she gave a coy look into the camera. She heard him grunt.

“I wouldn’t be able to wait or restrain myself. I’d want your cock straight away”, she stopped to breath out more of the smoke, watching it dance around her, “I’d want you to pull my hair back so you could see me taking your cock into my mouth…deep”

Y/N smirked, “I know you wouldn’t want me to do that for long though, would you?”

She adjusted the jacket, flashing more of her breasts for him.

“I know you’d want your cock inside me Red. You’d pull me up and turn me around, pushing me against my bedroom wall”.

He moaned at her words, closing his eyes briefly. He wanted to look at her. Take her in but her words were hypnotic.

“My hands would be pressed against the wall to hold me up” she whispered lowly, “I’d feel you behind me, your strong hands holding onto my waist, helping me balance”.

Jason could only imagine, pushing her against the wall of her bedroom in that damn jacket.

He’d have torn those red pants off.

Fucking tease.

“Don’t stop princess…” he begged.

Pleasure throbbing in his voice.

Y/N carried on, “I’d feel you slide your cock into my pussy. God, Red, I'd be so wet and it’d feel so good when you fuck me with your thick cock”.

He had to stop stroking every so often. Though Jason was normally a watcher, hearing her kept sending shocks of lust through him and he found himself closer to orgasm than he'd like to be. He knew it was better if he held back but hearing her was making it hard for him to do so.

She uncrossed her legs, letting him see a slight damp spot on her pants briefly.

So she found this a turn on too?  

“I’d feel you sliding in and out of my wet pussy”, she moaned, “The feel of your cock is enough to make me lose control. You’d be fucking me so fast and deep” she took a breath, slipping her hand down her bare stomach, fingering the waist band of her pants “you’d shove my face into the wall, making me take your cock harder, wouldn’t you?”.

Jason had lost the ability to even talk back. He felt dizzy with pleasure. The grip on his cock tighter with each stroke.

He could only groan in response to her.

Y/N murmured softly; “Your cock is so big and hard pounding into my tight pussy. It’d feel so good. I’d feel you thrusting it into me so deep” she blew out another cloud of smoke, “and when you cum Red” she gasps, “God I’d feel it exploding in me, hot cum filling me up”.  

Jason wished she were there with him. His balls grew tighter and tighter the more he touched and listened. More and more he kept his eyes closed until his orgasm was so full and ready that he couldn't hold back anymore.

He came groaning her name loudly. The force of the orgasm and the length of the spurts surprised him. Streams of hot, white cum sprang out of his cock all over his stomach, his hips, his chest. He was as breathless as she and sweat had beaded on his forehead. His hand stayed wrapped around his softening cock through the aftershocks because it was a bit hard for him to move. He felt completely weightless.

"Jesus Christ...", he bit out. He was panting heavily.

Fuck.

Y/N dotted out her cigarette, smiling to herself.

She loved hearing him lose control.

What would he sound like in person?

What would he look like in person?

She needed to know.

***

After he had caught his breath, he looked around her room. Something he hadn’t done before. He wanted to know more about her. About ‘Eve’.

Jason spotted a large white book on her beside table, ‘Love Letters of Great Men’.

Before ‘Eve’ could announce she would be logging off, he spoke up, his voice hoarse from the previous activities, “How are you finding your book? Love Letters of Great Men?”.

Y/N smiled, “One of the clerks at my library recommended it, it’s very good” she reached over to the book, opening it at her marker.

Jason watched her movements, she was graceful. Elegant. Even if she was just wearing a brown leather jacket and a tiny pair of red pants.

She smiled looking over the pages, “I’m reading a poem by Pablo Neruda, If You Forget Me”.

He knew this poem.

It was one of his favourites.

Was fate trying to tell him something here?

She began to read aloud for him, “But, if each day, each hour, you feel that you are destined for me, with implacable sweetness, if each day a flower, climbs up to your lips to seek me….”

Jason cut her off, finishing the poem for her, “ah my love, ah my own, in me all that fire is repeated, in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, my love feeds on your love, beloved, and as long as you live it will be in your arms, without leaving mine.”

He cleared his throat and saw her shocked expression.

It was quickly replaced with a shy smile.

“It’s one of my favourites” Jason added, he rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

Why was he nervous? She couldn’t see him.

“You’re a man of literature Red?” she asked, there was a light tease to her voice.

Jason laughed, “I guess you could say that”.

Watching her on the camera, she flicked through the pages.

Was she nervous too?

“A recommendation for you, read ‘Immortal Beloved’ Ludwig van Beethoven”.

Y/N smiled, tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear, “Thank you”.

A few moments passed; Jason simply admired her through the camera.

“I better get going, it’s late”, Y/N yawned softly, hiding it behind her dainty hand.

Jason smiled, watching her, “I could talk to you all night; the exhaustion would be worth it princess” he confessed, his cheeks turning a light pink. He was thankful she couldn’t see him.

Watching the bright smile light up her face was worth the tiny bit of embarrassment he had previously felt.

“The feelings mutual”, Y/N blew him a kiss and leaned forward to her laptop, “Goodnight Red”. She switched her feed off.

Gone.

Black screen.

Not for the first time, Jason felt a pang down in his gut.

But he recognised the feeling now.

He missed her.

[littleredwing89]

WIFEY 1, 5, 7, 24

My beautiful, amazing wifey @internalsealpanic ❤️

1. favorite fic you wrote this year

Ok, the fic I enjoyed writing most this year was probably….either The Intern series with CEO!Roman Sionis or Powder. OH MY GOD, and SLEEPLESS NIGHTS - I absolutely loved that.

5. most popular fic this year

Powder - Jason Todd - Sex Pollen smut.

7. longest completed fic you wrote this year

If you don’t count the series (House Always Wins) which was nearly 50k in total, I think it was “IT’S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE”. It was almost 10k words for a smutty one shot!! 👀😈

24. favourite fic you read this year

I was completely blown away by ICING @internalsealpanic and ANDROMEDA @batarella