Man Will Tell You He Works Alone Then Show You His 56 Vigilante Children

man will tell you he works alone then show you his 56 vigilante children

visit my twitter for more!

So does anybody else in the Billy Hargrove loving part of this fandom, have a thing for smoking? 👀

Yeah, we know. Smoking is bad for you, it kills you. Save your lungs. Don't smoke, kids! Stay in school! Ect ect...

「 Shotgun 」

✯ Pairing: Billy Hargrove x (fem)Reader

✯ Summary: Just smutty smoking kink brain vomit. Plain and simple.

✯ CW: Smoking (lots of it), smut, oral sex (m receiving), dom!Billy, unprotected PiV sex, rough sex, creampie, pain play

🛑 18+ MINORS DNI 🛑

✯ Word Count: 1.3k

✯ A/N: Just a short lil thing I thought about while I was writing Part 2 for Kiss, Marry, Kill (still coming soon). Had to make it a separate thing of course, because it's not fluffy at all 🤣🤣 just horny brain going brrrr. ♡

Billy plopped down on your couch with a huff. He laid back, manspreading with a lit cigarette between his lips. You just admired how damn good he looked from the other side of the room, ready to walk over to him and straddle his lap. Until his voice stops you in your tracks.

"Nuh uh, babe." He pulls the cigarette away to exhale a thick puff of smoke, and points his finger towards the floor. "On your knees."

The rasp in his voice made you weak. Ready to do anything he requested, if he spoke like that. So you lowered down to your hands and knees, crawling slowly towards him as he curled his finger. Beckoning to you. Drawing you closer. "That's a good girl. You know what to do."

You did. This was a routine between you two when he was stressed. Goodness, was he stressed after today. Already on his third cigarette in the past two hours. He needed this. Needed your special brand of relief. The kind that had you immediately reaching to unbuckle his belt once you found yourself between his spread legs.

Billy carried on taking drags, not lifting a finger to help you free his cock from the confines of his jeans. All he did was sigh with relief when it finally escaped and sprung up, almost slapping you in the face. Wouldn't be the first time. You stroked him slowly, squeezing hard enough to feel his pulse in your hand. Anything to get a reaction.

"Are you gonna play with it, or get to the point?" He spat, looking down at you. The tone was harsh, but it was attention nonetheless. That was the game. Do something worthy of his attention, and you might be rewarded. So long as you do it in a timely fashion. Billy could be very impatient when he's riled up. Stress made him a ticking time bomb.

Your response was wrapping your lips around his tip, sucking softly and circling with your tongue. Teasing. Just before his hand came down on the back of your head. His hips rolled up, forcing his entire length into your mouth in one push. A satisfied groan leaving his mouth as he heard you gag. "If I have to fuck your throat to cum, then there's no reason for me to fuck your pussy. Right?"

Your eyes teared up, struggling to shake your head no in response to his words. You needed him just as much as he needed you. Only your relief was based on him railing you. Fucking you into the mattress like he wanted to drive you straight through the damn thing. He knew that. So he held it over your head whenever you misbehaved.

"No? Then be my good girl, and do what you're told."

He flicked ashes on to your back, where the bottom of your shirt rode up to expose your skin. You felt the heat for all of two seconds, but it was enough to make your eyelids flutter. Your throat relaxed, giving into the usual rhythm of taking his full size. He removed his hand once you started to move on your own. Slurping up the saliva that pooled and escaped the corners of your mouth. That earned you a genuine, full bodied moan. You cherished the sound. Aching to hear more.

Your body worked on autopilot, bobbing and slurping. Licking and stroking. Alternating back and forth between the two. At first he just continued to smoke his cigarette and stare at the ceiling, as if you weren't even there. The more effort you gave, the more you got from him. Pinching the cigarette so hard he almost crushed the filter. He held it away, squinting his eyes as he exhaled sharply. "Just like that, baby. Oohhh, that's so fucking good."

Internally you were beaming with pride, egged on by his praise as if he were giving you a medal for 'World's Best Cock Sucker'. You almost didn't care if he came in your mouth instead of buried deep inside your pussy. It would only fuel your ego (temporarily). But he was true to his word, and yanked your head up with his free hand. Bringing you face to drool-covered face with him. Not a care in a world for how messy you looked. He leaned in like he was going to kiss you, but stopped just as his lips brushed against yours. He made a small 'O' with his lips, blowing smoke right into your mouth. Which you inhaled greedily. Tasting the tobacco and leftover mint from his gum.

"Come up here and get your prize." He said with a wink. Letting you stand and hastily remove your pants and panties. You didn't even bother with getting completely naked. All he needed was access to your pussy. Access you would grant him any day of the week.

"I know you're too damn impatient to let me take you upstairs, so-" He patted his lap, pulling his pants down just enough to give him more movement in his hips and legs. "Skipped my core workout today anyway. So, I guess this kills two birds with one stone."

You straddled his lap, waiting for him to line himself up with you. He rubbed the tip of his cock through your folds to coat himself with your slick before he pulled you down. You were smart enough to not let the position fool you. Regardless of whether you were on top or not, he was the one fucking you. His hands planted, palms down, into the couch cushions beneath him for leverage. Feet planted as well. You readied yourself for the ride of your life, and mentally prepared for the stomach ache you'll be feeling all day tomorrow.

Up, up, and up. He thrusted upward with his full body, lifting his ass off the couch every time he stuffed his full length into you. Bouncing you on him like a bucking bronco. His cigarette (still tucked between his lips) was almost burned down to the filter, dropping ash on his exposed chest as he fucked you senseless. Either he was too focused to feel it, or didn't care. So you raised a shaky hand and plucked it out of his mouth, putting it to your own lips to take the last few pulls. You almost went into a coughing fit, inhaling smoke as a moan pushed it's way out of your mouth. It made him chuckle and fuck you harder. Huffing and groaning with sweat soaking the curls that bounced on his forehead.

He had to be stirring your intestines like pasta around a fork (although you knew that wasn't at all how anatomy worked). So impossibly deep, you felt like he was splitting you open. Breaking the dam of your climax that caused you make the space between you both so wet and slippery. Your eyes were all over the place, going in and out of focus. Catching glimpsed of his face, contorting as he succumbed to his own pleasure. "Do it." He pushed out between gritted teeth. "Put it out. I'm so close."

You nodded, unable to even speak but you understood what he wanted. You pulled the remains of the cigarette away from your mouth, pressing the lit tip of it to his abdomen. His whole body shook, vibrating as he cried out. Reaching his climax at the exact same time. His legs finally gave out, bringing you both down to a sweaty heap on the couch.

"Shit, Billy.. I don't wanna get sweat all in it. Let me clean it." You peeled yourself off of his sticky torso, looking down at the small circular burn on his skin. Fresh and red. He chuckled. "A little too late for that, darlin'. We can take care of that in a minute. Just..." Instead of finishing his sentence, he pulled you back in to his embrace. You wouldn't get too many mushy words out of him. Actions however, were more likely. He would show you how much he cares about you. Like now, pressing kisses to your forehead and the side of your face. Whatever surface was in reach. He didn't have to energy to bend and capture your lips.

"Better than fuckin' therapy." He sighed.

"Honey... That's concerning."

✯ A/N: I swear, I am scarring my roomate for life with all the random questions I ask him, for the sake of my smut. 🤣

Me: Hey roommate, you know about working out and shit, right?

Roommate: Yeah, I go to the gym-

Me: What's it called when you workout like this? *proceeds to lay on my back and pelvic thrust into the air like a damn fool* I know I've seen people do it with weights but I dunno the name.

Roommate: *sighs and reaches for vodka*

Anyway, hope you enjoy this short little smut-let. Part 2 of Kiss, Marry, Kill will be posted properly later today. ♡ Then I have a request to work on, and Part 2 of Until The Sun Comes Up.

Ao3, Masterlist, more links coming soon...

HELLFIRE ISN’T HOT ENOUGH

MAFIA! JASON TODD X READER

Warnings: F! Reader. fxf sexual relations, voyeurism, swinging (?)

↳ SMUT Fic ::  My reader is a spoiled brat that gets spoiled. 

Browse my catalog?

You are responsible for the content you consume, as always read with care.

The satin blood-red dress clung to your figure as you fidgeted with the diamond collar that spelled Princess in big bold letters. The valet held your door open greeting you with a cordial smile and an outstretched hand. 

Heels at the courtesy of Christian Louboutin clicked on the pavement as you linked your arm with Jason’s, entering through the back entrance of the club.

Nights in Gotham this quiet were a rarity, the patrons that loitered around the corner quelling their cigarettes gave Jason a nod of acknowledgment as he held the door open for you. 

Tonight was meant to be an important business transaction for him, he didn’t share the details to which you didn’t pry because frankly, the situation didn’t pique your interest. He just needed you here for good luck, or so he says. 

 As the gentlemen spoke in hushed tones over whisky and ice, you noted the mostly empty venue and abandoned stripper poles as the ladies had all gone home for the night. 

In an attempt for entertainment, you stealthily ran a hand up Jason’s inner thigh only for him to shoot you an unamused glare, “Will you die if I don’t pay attention to you for five minutes?” You huffed in response.

A half an hour passed before in walked your favorite couple, Kori in a skin-tight purple mini dress and Roy dressed as if he’s in witness protection. Roy took a seat with the men intensely listening as they caught him up, and you stood to greet Kori. 

After the embrace she pushed your hair out of your face and stared at your cleavage; “You make the dress look good” She said with a smirk. 

The dynamic between you, Jason, Kori, and Roy was quite simple; you were two pairs of couples that enjoyed hooking up with each other from time to time. It was casual and fun, they were close enough to feel like family and most importantly, Jason trusted them both. 

When the men had to go out of town you and Kori had to find ways to entertain yourselves. Her - being far bolder initiated and with Jason’s permission, the rest was history. 

You may wear the collar, but Jason was very much the one on a leash; He thought you could tilt the room with your beauty, actually, he knows you can, he’s seen you do it. The evening glow of the dimly lit room did nothing to hide that; you make it a point to flutter your lashes a few times for emphasis. To him at that moment, the glitter in your lip gloss sparkled like a million tiny stars. 

“Daddy, can I go play with Kori?” You posited, with a pout. 

Jason could never refuse any of your requests. 

Her enigmatic green eyes never left yours, walking you backward till your thigh hits the edge of the pool table. The 6tf bombshell ran a hand over your breasts, to your waist until she got a firm grip on your ass. 

The diamonds on your collar caught her eyes as she grabbed you by the neck with the other hand, and pulled you closer “Prettiest Princess I’ve ever seen” She declared with unparalleled confidence. 

She comes in close for a kiss and you take the opportunity to grab her tits and massage the soft flesh. The action elicited a delightful moan out of her, she tasted the same as she smelled - of cinnamon and green apples. Your touch was different from Roy’s or Jason’s, you could give her something they couldn’t. 

While Kori could have her pick of the litter when it comes to men, many were quick fucks or one-night stands. With women, she favors companionship the most.

Kori is fond of your dainty, soft-spoken nature as well as your bratty attitude. She could take you shopping, finger you in the dressing room, then send you home to Jason. She trusts you with her heart and values your advice. To her, you were a friend held in the highest regard. 

Kori’s fingers lingered on the soft material of your dress for a moment.  A clamorous sound tore through the room as she ripped the dress straight down your body, well that’s one way of getting it off you thought. “I thought I didn’t feel any panties under there, glad I was right,” She notes. “Yeah, I left it at home when I heard you were coming” you quipped back. 

She spread your legs until she was standing in between, watching in anticipation of what she’d do next. She got chest level with your pussy as she began to rub one of her tits between your dewy lips gathering your wetness on her nipple. 

She hosted one of your legs above her shoulder to help you chase the friction better. The world faded into a haze forcing you to concentrate on nothing but the feel of your clit grinding on her nipple and Ari Lennox’s pressure drifting haphazardly in the background. 

Kori’s massive tits were a blessing to humanity and she knew it. Looking down at her you were completely at her leniency, unblemished smooth skin burning hot with the color of the Sahara desert after it’s set ablaze by the evening sun. Bewitching emerald eyes like the saving grace of green in an oasis, and red waves that would make Medusa avoid her gaze in shame. 

The Tamarian crawled on the pool table, laid back motioning for you to sit on her face. You peeled her panties off as you scaled up her body and threw the well-used panties at Roy with a wink; he effortlessly caught it along with a whiff of her aroma. 

Thigh on each side, you lowered your clit to her mouth which she delicately began sucking. The redhead was a pro at this, Kori was a giver and her skillful tongue would have you undone in no time. 

It must have been quite the display because whatever meeting the men were in, came to an end. Jason, at the head of the table, now cradling his glass of whisky and ice enjoying the show. 

You held his gaze and pornographically moaned his name grabbing a fist full of fiery locks, deliberately pushing her further into your pussy.

Jason took that as an invasion and came over to you, without breaking eye contact he attached his lips to Kori’s nipple, savoring the last taste of you on her areola. Roy on the other hand had his jacket ready for this party of four to finish at home. 

As Kori got up, you and Jason both licked her clean of your juices and you whispered thank-yous between quick kisses on her soft lips, she deserved it after all. Your naked form was only clothed by the smear of Kori’s red lipstick on your pussy until Roy draped his jacket over your shoulder. He picks you up bridal style and kisses your forehead smiling tenderly, “Good girl.”

His Girl | Billy Hargrove x Reader

Request: Hi!! so i wanna request that billy and the reader are at a party and some guy starts hitting on her. like he really won’t take a hint, and billy gets all protective/jealous. maybe he beats the shit out him cause he made some lewd comment about HIS GIRL, who knows??? :)

Requests are open! | Commissions are open!

Warnings: drinking, violence/fighting

“Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!’’

You looked on from the crowd as your boyfriend defended his title as Hawkins Keg King, sipping your own drink as you watched. He was chugging as much beer as humanly possible, his chin and torso glistening with it…and you were enjoying a nice fruity punch in a much tamer, more civilized way. 

Still, you couldn’t deny that you loved the sight of him going a little wild like that. 

The whole keg king deal seemed a little silly to you, something boys did to prove whose dick was bigger, but it was fun to always see Billy coming out on top. You’d known him for a while, actually, and for a long time, your relationship was sort of kept under wraps…but now, you’d come to a party together, and even though he was busy proving to the rest of the guys that he was some sort of big macho alpha male or whatever, you were together. Out in public. And you were certain that now, more than just the cool group he hung out with would figure out that you were Billy Hargrove’s girl. 

Keep reading

I love the end of this

Jason doesn't know - Eddie Munson x Reader

Pairing: Eddie Munson x female Reader

Word Count: 738

Summary: inspired by the song "Scottie doesn't know" by Lustra. Honestly had it stucked in my head for like an hour and the lightbulb switched itself on and a wicked idea came to life.

Warnings: reader is cheating on her boyfriend, shameless smut, cursing, risky sex in public places, mentions of blood, some type of boyfriend abuse I guess

Jason doesn't know that Y/N and me do it in my van every Sunday...

Eddie grunted, his hand gripping your thigh to spread your legs even further apart. His lips were all over your neck, kissing and slightly biting but not leaving a mark.

"Gosh, sweetheart you're so fucking tight... That stupid jock really doesn't know what a treasure he has right under his nose" you moaned loudly when he once again hit your g-spot. You were gripping onto the passenger seat of the van for your dear life.

...Y/N says she's out shopping but she's under me and I'm not stopping...

You grabbed Eddie's hair and dragged him close to your neck. The boy was grunting and moaning, pistoning himself into you and not planning to stop. You screamed when he hit that sweet spot and wrapped your legs around his hips to make him go even deeper.

"That's the spot, huh Sweetheart?" he traced sloppy wet kisses along your jawline moaning sweet compliments that turned you into the loud mush under him.

...Y/N's got him on the phone and she's trying not to moan...

"Y-yeah, I'm fine Jason you don't really have to come I don't want you to get sick." You bit your finger, stifling a loud moan. Eddie grinned from between your legs, his tongue rubbing circles around a bundle of nerves near your clit.

...it's a three-way call and he knows nothing...

"S-see you at school, babe!" you hang up and grabbed a fistful of Eddie's hair, pulling him down where you needed him more.

...the parking lot, why not? It's so cool when you're on top...

"You need to be quiet or someone's gonna find us" Eddie groaned and pushed his fingers into your mouth. You stifled a whine and started to suck on them. Your hips were moving up and down on his big cock, your hands gripping his shoulders to steady yourself while you were chasing your orgasm.

"You look perfect riding my dick like that." he slapped your ass and pushed his fingers deeper into your mouth to quiet down your sweet scream.

...Jason doesn't know...Jason's gotta know...I'm gonna tell Jason...Gonna tell him myself...

"You need to tell him you know?" Eddie rubbed your clit with his fingers, his other hand occupied with your breast as he kissed the skin behind your ear. "You have to tell him what a slut you are for the Freak." you whined and grind against his hand, searching for more friction.

"I-i can't... He will go nuclear..." you moaned Eddie's name when his fingers rubbed your entrance.

"I won't let him hurt you, Sweetheart." Eddie kissed your lips with a passion and silent promise.

...Jason has to... Jason has to... Jason has to go...

Eddie shouldn't have attacked Jason; he knew the jock was stronger than him but when he saw your purple bruise on cheek and cut on lower lip, he went feral. The boys from Hellfire club barely dragged him away from Jason.

"You touch her again and I will show you what a satanic ritual looks like! God dammit you even try to look towards her direction and I will murder you!" his hands and shirt were covered in blood, he had a black eye and probably broken ribs but Jason on the other hand was barely conscious, his nose broken, bruises all over his face and there was a black bruise forming on his eye.

By the time the teachers arrived on the field, you were sitting with Eddie on the picnic table in the forest, a first aid kit on your lap as you were tending to his hands.

"You are the most stupid boy I ever knew, Munson." you cleaned his knuckles and he winced.

"It stings."

"Good, maybe next time you will not fight with someone over stupid thing." he turned his head abruptly in disbelief.

"I can't believe you would say that! You are the most important thing Y/N! He hurt you, God I wish I killed him!" he tried to get up but you pulled him back down.

"Don't move you idiot, you have done enough." You kissed his lips softly. "And thank you for protecting me. I guess Jason knows about us know." You bandaged his hands while he kissed your neck.

"Wanna make out in front of his house?"

“Absolutely yes.” You grinned and he laughed pulling you in for a proper kiss.

*****

Thanks for reading, let me know what you think!

Damian, whenever he corners Jason: