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Yippee!!

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I read your Roy and well...hear me out....Jason AND Roy. i just feel like when those two get together they wind each other up. They talk to each other...act like you're not even there...Roy being the literal devil on Jason's shoulder...just 'how about some training, princess. A little two on one? Not all fights are fair. Come on, Jay-Bird'll help out too. Think you can take us both?'

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MY FAVORITE DUO UGHHH ESPECIALLY WHEN THEIR BOTH LOWKEY INTO EACHOTHER, NOT JUST US‼️😻

Training Practice

Roy Harper x Jason Todd x Reader

Yippee more smut!! Sorry I've been so inactive, but work has been busy and I'm about to go on a cruise with my bf of 3 years for our anniversary!! I 💗 my bf

Anywayyyy we've got some petnames (ma, mama, sweetheart, slut), anal (f receiving), vaginal, 3 some, Roy being my fav pathetic loser, unprotected sex, and degredation

"Not all fights are fair, princess."

Jason's nickname has your eyes rolling, a frustrated heat creeping up your cheeks as your arms cross over your chest. It was supposed to be just a usual training session, since the three of you had some high risk mission coming up yada yada yada.

The truth is, none of you really felt like training today. Jason was pissed off at Bruce for god knows what, Roy was tired from dealing with a fussy and sick Lian all night long, and you were just so done with everything. Just one of those days, you know?

But you were the one to finally drag the group of you into a training session, knowing better than to let yourself get lax right before a mission that could easily cost your lives. You regret it. You think. Maybe you're not sure.

It's hard to think much of anything when youre pressed up between the red head and Red Hood.

Both of their shirts were long discarded, left haphazardly somewhere along the sweat-slicked floor. Two chests trap you in from either side- Jason at your front as Roy's hands begin to caress up and down your back, occasionally dipping just low enough to brush over your globes.

You're not sure why you really agreed to this. You knew exactly how this would end, yet you let it happen anyway. But maybe you were craving it. Maybe it was inevitable as the heat and humidity clung to your skin this morning, or how the atmospheric changes were making you feel just a little too restless to stay in bed yet too hot to do much else.

"Fights with you two are never fair."

Roy lets out a soft hum, pressing his chest against the skin left exposed by your sports bra. His skin is slick and sticky, but you know that he won't move even if you ask.

Jason isn't much further, one of his hands coming up to release your hair from it's bindings. You knew better than to put too much into your hair today- Jay always has a thing for pulling it out during training lessons. He says it's just to prepare you for the occaision that somebody does actually try stomething like that, but you know better than to ignore the glint in his eyes.

"You don't want it to be fair," Jay corrects, tugging your head just far enough back for your eyes to meet. "If you really wanted a fair fight, we would've gone to the gym where we at least have a bit of shame."

You shudder slightly, your shoulders pushing back into Roy. Because he's right. You wanted this to happen. You knew that this would never end well, especially training at a private arena that was undoubtedly paid for by Bruce's debit card.

Your decisions make you wonder: how long has it been since you've had a good fuck?

The silence between the three of you doesn't last too long- Jason can't stand it. Instead of letting it linger, his lips crash directly onto yours without warning. Sure, Jason has had plenty of women in his second life, but every kiss is still consistant of only teeth and tongue.

Roy Harper, however, can't stand being left out. You're not at all suprised when you feel his barely concealed bulge pressing against your shorts. You're even less surprised when his hands reach around your sides and to your front in order to get handfuls of your breasts.

Warm breaths brush across your skin from either side of your body, leaving dewy moisture in their wakes. Eventually, Jason finds the will to pull away from your bite-swollen lips, only to dip down and press wet kisses along your neck. You almost get caught up in how it feels. Almost.

Until Roy is kneeling down to tug on the bottom of your shorts. The way you swat his hand away is almost like a second instinct after how many times he's tried to pull something similar in public.

"Watch it," he practically snarls, but the red, flushed state of his face makes him hard to take seriously. You can practically imagine the anger in his eyes that he tries oh so hard to muster up, making you giggle. It's a small sound, almost permicable if the room hadn't been so silent.

'WHACK!'

Is what's heard next, a stinging handprint forming on your ass from Roy's hard slap. A small shriek made it's way through your lips, filling the air between you and Jason as he finally pulls away from your neck.

The next few moments are a blur of sounds and touch: Jason's hands pulling away, the faint sounds of both his and Roy's shorts and boxers being pulled down, the feeling of your shorts slowly falling down your thighs and onto the floor...

With everything else going on, you almost didn't realize that Jason managed to keep eye contact the entire time. The jade-ish hue was almost enough to stop your heart, seemingly gazing into a part of your soul that even you didn't know existed.

Roy Harper doesn't have that kind of patience, though. Not when it comes to you.

Or anything else really.

He's already grinding up against your ass like a mutt in heat, hands greedily gripping at your hips. His fingers may leave bruises come tomorrow morning, but they could easily be brushed off as training damage.

Jason is taking his time, breathing you in as he reaches down to give his erection a few slow strokes. You can't help the way your eyes drop down lower and lower, only stopping when his pink-flushed flesh is in view. Something about the slightly-curved girth is just so hard to pry your gaze from.

It's not like its the first time you've seen either of them like this: you're a bit of a perv too... Staring just a little too long when they get geared up for missions, listening in on their breathy grunts and moans while the masturbate in the room right next to yours, and, lets be honest, you've all helped each other out more times than you can count. A pervy girl's gotta get by somehow, right?

"Wish I could see these pretty tits, mama..." Roy whispers against your neck, the warmth of his beath tickling your skin as his hands leave their perch on your hips to grope your breasts through your sports bra, "Jason's too greedy to let me take you from the front, though."

Jay lets out a snicker at that, hand guiding his cock to brush against your clit just enough to make you shiver. The small bead of precum gathered on his plump tip spreads across your already sticky folds, adding to the moisture thats only bound to heighten.

"These are my tits, aren't they, ma?" He coos, one hand brushing over a hardened nipple as he pushes Roy's hand away slightly. The Red Hood always gets what he wants- whether it's access to your tits or the latest info on a drug bust he's been working on.

"Acting like you own me and shit, huh, Jay?" You spit back, playing along with the banter that the three of you are oh so familiar with. Some part of you wants to back down, to have an easier night with the two of them than you usually have after such a hard training session, but you just can't resist it. "Entitlement doesn't look good on you, Hood."

With little to no warning, Jason is already picking you up and setting your aching folds onto him, sinking all the way down in one go. A shocked and slightly pained moan escapes you, your nails digging into his biceps to steady yourself as he practically splits you open. The feeling of his cock so deep inside of your velvet walls so quickly tore the air from your lungs, leaving you panting and gasping while he fills you to the point where you can feel him in your stomach.

"Not so mouthy now, huh, slut?" Jay breathes against your ear, even though one of his hands moves to rub and soothe at your back. He can't bring himself to hurt you- not really, anyway. The most he can really do is a small slap to your face and guilt immediately floods him afterwards. Just because he isn't mean doesn't mean he can't be rough, though.

Roy knows that you're sensitive, still catching your breath from Jason's intrusion, but he really can't help himself. He quickly brings two of his fingers to his mouth, coating them in a thick layer of sticky saliva. His other hand finally leaves your breast, only to land a small 'Smack!' to your ass- his version of a warning before sliding two fingers past the tight ring of muscles of your ass.

"Fucking Christ, Harper!" You gasp into Jason, legs giving out slightly and sinking yourself deeper onto both of them. It's not like you haven't let one of them play around with both of your holes at one point or another, but both at once? It's too much yet not enough.

Roy has the audacity to laugh at you- actually laugh at you. As if he's not the one rutting into your cheeks like a fucking rabbit. Two of his fingers slide in and out of your hole, scissoring and coaxing you to open up just a little bit more to fit his leaking cock.

Jason, surprisingly, decides to be patient with you and wait until your sweet little asshole is stretched out nicely before moving. For now, at least. You know better than to be naive with his motives, but you're grateful at the moment.

"Look at this tight little hole..." Roy whispers, finally removing his fingers from your twitching hole and spreading your cheeks. You feel so bare, exposed, embarrassed... But Roy doesn't give you time to dwell in it. Instead, he lines the head of his pale cock up with your entrance and slowly presses forward, stealing the air from both of your lungs.

Jason looks smug in front of you... Too smug. "Look at that..." He muses, nipping a few marks along your neck, "if I didn't know any better, I'd almost say that you were a sweet little virgin with all of that whining and bitching."

When Roy finally bottoms out, both of you let out soft sighs and strangled moans. His balls, speckled in ginger hairs, practically press against Jason's cock inside of your pussy. Honestly, Roy's always had a thing for his ballsack being played with during sex, especially unintentionally.

A small breath of relief escapes you as the three of you still, though it doesn't last long. Within the blink of an eye, Roy's hips are snapping back and forth against your jiggling ass. Something within in almost feels guilty, but you're just so tight and sweet... What else is a man supoosed to do?

Jason joins not too long after, his cock absolutely bullying your cunt in a flash. With how your standing- well, moreso being held by Jay- both of them are hitting just the right spot before you could even beg them to slow down. "Oh, fuck... Pretty little cunt is just milking me dry already," he groans into your ear, one of his hands reaching to grasp Roy's bicep for stability.

Roy nearly whines at that.

"Such a tight little pussy..." He continues, snapping up into you recklessly, "almost like you were begging for this cock. You were just waiting for your friends to fill you on up, weren't you?" His pace doesn't falter, and neither does Roy's... Not even when both of your holes are sucking them right in.

The ginger is already breathless behind you, gasping in the sweat-filled air of the training room. He can't stop looking at where your hips meet and where his cock is sliding in and out of your ass, almost like he's hypnotized by your body.

"Doing alright over there, Arsenal?" You try to tease, only to be cut off by a harsh slap on your ass. You're sure that'll leave a bright red mark in the morning- hell, it practically echoed through the room.

"Just as good as you are, angel..." He counters, letting out a soft moan against your shoulder. "Maybe Jaybird n' I will have to fuck some manners into you, huh, Hood?"

Jason only hums in agreement, his free hand reaching down to play with your sensitive clit. "I don't think this dumb slut is even capeable of learning such things," he teases, rubbing tight circles around your bundle of nerves.

The added stimulation has your body on fire, struggling to even stay standing, let alone come up with more playful quips. You hate to admit it, but you're practically reduced to a heap of moans, sweat, and slick. A familiar coil burns deep in your abdomen, sending shivers up your spine and moans ripping from your throat.

"Don't tell me you're gonna cum already, sweetheart," Jay coos with sickening sweetness, hitting just the right angle inside of your gummy walls as he readjusts his hold. "You won't even outlast Harper... How pathetic."

It's no secret that, if riled up just the right way, Roy will cream in his pants for just about anyone. It's a bit of a turn off for most women- but for you? It's actually kinda hot. You're honeslty a little into being even more pathetic than even him.

Jason's words have you teetering right over the edge, shivering against his chest and practically screaming against his skin. You can almost immediately feel the rush of liquid dripping from your cunt down his cock, covering his balls in your slick effortlessly. He can't help but growl at the feeling, ramming right up into you to finally chase his own orgasm.

Roy, however, lost it as soon as he was being degraded. His balls already felt so tight, so drawn up close to his body- he really couldn't help it. His thrusts stopped almost immediately as his cock emptied spurt after spurt of his hot cum in your tight ass. "Oh, fuck-" he whines, continuing his movements once again as he begins to tremble from overstimulation.

Jason's not done, though- not yet. His hair is sticking to the slick sweat of his forehead, the white streak almost covered in moisture. His chest is covered in sweat too- or was it your drool? You're really too out of it to tell. You can tell he's almost there, standing at the edge of a cliff and waiting to fall off.

"Fucking fill me, Jay-"

Within an instant, his breath stutters and his groans turn into a loud, primal moan. Jason's always had a weakness for filling up his lover, whether it's your pussy or Roy's ass. "Shit..." he breaths as his cum paints your velvet walls, warning you in a way that's otherwise impossible.

The pair of them continue to thrust into you slowly, alnsot as if they can't bear being away from the warmth of your crevices. The room smells of sweat, sex, and what can only be described as them. Eventually, they both soften enough to pull out of your used holes, leaving your knees weak and chest heaving. Neither of them hesitate to hold you up when you start to fall.

"Easy there, sweetheart..." Jason coos, brushing your wet hair away from your forehead. "You're okay. We're here."

Well, maybe not all there- Roy is boarderline passed out on your shoulder, his arms wrapped around you like he physically can't let go.

Maybe he can't. Maybe neither of them can.

Maybe you're okay with that.

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Guys ive been on tumblr for 4 MFING YEARS.

I promise ill be posting more soon, i have a jason and roy fic in the works but im currently waiting to board a cruise with my bf for our 3 year anniversary so it may take a day or two🤞

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YALL ARE THIRSTY FOR ROY OMG!?!? IM GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET READING THESE REQS LMAO KEEP EM COMING💜💜💜

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This cosplay is about to be FIREEEE🤩😛

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ITS ALWAYS A GOOD TIME FOR ROY HARPER THOUGHHHH MAYBE ILL MAKE ANOTHER PART😘🤗

I'd like to request a good old smut story with Roy Harper!

Stuck in a closet together when he knows reader has a crush on him.

Maybe he can be smug and a bit filthy mouthed about it? Just whispering everything with a low tone into her ear in the dark 👉👈

Oooooo I ended up really liking this idea!! Hope I met your expectations babes💗

You're Kidding

Roy Harper x Fem! Reader

SMUT. SMUT SMUT SMUTITY SMUT! Not much for warnings with this one, but we've got some dry humping and clit rubbing, maybe some choking if you squint!

“You’re absolutely fucking kidding me,” your voice echoes slightly off the walls of the dimly lit closet.

“Afraid not, sweetheart,” Roy confirms, giving the door another tug, only to be met with the resistance and tension of a lock—probably from the other side. You really shouldn’t have offered to help him clean out an old safehouse; the place is lined with hidden traps and gadgets. You can’t blame him for that, though… not when he has a young daughter to protect, even if he isn’t physically here.

You can, however, blame him for forgetting where nearly all of them are and getting the two of you locked in a closet.

Clothes scatter everywhere, almost painting the floor in some kind of abstract art. Some are older, looking like they’ve survived since Roy’s teenage years. Others seem like they could only have been bought in the past couple of years. You doubt he’s ever worn much of it—he has a habit of buying things, then forgetting them in some abandoned corner.

You can tell he’s holding back a laugh when you let out a weary sigh, your head tilting back to meet the wall with a light thud.

“Come on,” he teases, a large, calloused hand patting your arm lightly, “it’s a little funny, ain’t it?”

At that, you scoff. “Funny?” you repeat, sending a stone-cold glare in his direction. “You seriously think that being stuck in a closet with a ginger is how I planned to spend my Tuesday?”

You sigh again at his lack of response, closing your eyes before resting your head against the wall once more.

There’s silence—for a while, anyway. With Roy, any kind of silence is a blessing. Too much silence, though, feels like a curse straight from the pits of hell.

You almost decide to open your eyes to check what kind of nonsense he’s gotten into—until you hear the iconic flash! of a Polaroid. A bright light snaps you out of your trance.

“Dude, what the hell?” you slap his arm lightly, blinking as your eyes adjust to the dim room again.

Roy doesn’t seem too bothered. Instead, he laughs, shaking a small photo in his hand. You actually have to tear your eyes away from how his muscles and tattoos flex with the movement.

You think you get away with the harmless stare at your closest partner.

You don’t.

He sees. He always does. Roy knows how to play the role of the idiotic friend, but he’s always watching you. The way you stare a little too long when he flexes. The way your eyes water when you patch him up mid-mission. The way you always seem to cling to his side.

He always notices, even when you don’t.

“Loosen up a little, stiff,” he says instead of revealing anything he’s picked up on. “We’ll be out of here in no time.” His voice—so certain, so carefree—almost makes you believe him. Almost.

“Yeah, right,” you mutter, brushing past him to look for some kind of hidden exit. Your skin burns as it brushes his, but you don’t falter. You dig through at least a decade of clothing, desperate for escape.

Silence stretches between you again, interrupted only by the occasional shuffle of a shoebox. Roy tucks the photo into his back pocket; the image is already developed. Knowing him, he’ll probably frame it with something tacky like “Partners’ first time stuck in a closet <3.”

Surprisingly, he actually starts helping. Underneath all the witty comments and terrible timing, Roy is a great partner—until he isn’t. But it really isn’t his fault this time. How’s he supposed to resist when your sweet little ass brushes right up against him while you move?

Your breath hitches at the contact, and Roy nearly groans. He’s a grown man who gets his needs met often enough, but now he’s about to moan like a teenager over a bit of friction. You try to scramble away, but a firm grip on your belt loop keeps you in place.

“Don’t,” Roy whispers, keeping you exactly where you are. “Don’t move. Don’t you dare move.”

It’s a mistake to listen. His large, calloused hands find your hips, pulling you ever so slightly closer to the bulge forming in his jeans.

You stay bent, your palms pressed against the closet wall. It’s impossible to ignore the pressure of your best friend pressed up against your ass, the fabric between you doing little to mask how badly he wants you. Your breaths come out in hot bursts, hitting the wall and probably leaving a patch of condensation.

The room is too hot. Roy’s jeans are too tight. Your pants are too constricting. Everything is burning—a fuse waiting to be lit. He wants you to strike the match and set your friendship on fire. And honestly? You’d be crazy to say you don’t want to.

Slowly, Roy’s grip tightens, pulling you just close enough to create delicious friction through the layers. A soft sigh escapes his lips just as a puff of air leaves yours.

It starts small—just a slight roll of his hips, syncing with yours, building tension with each subtle motion. Each movement has you squirming, your core clenching around nothing. Roy’s not a patient man, and you’re reminded of that as soon as one of his hands sneaks forward to toy with your clit through your pants.

His breaths are hot and heavy in the silence, and you feel them immediately as he leans in, pressing closer. His pace picks up—both his fingers and his hips.

To anyone else, the scene might look ridiculous: Roy Harper, Arsenal, losing his mind over a bit of dry humping.

To you? It’s hot. Hell, it’s probably the hottest thing that’s happened to you in a long time.

His hair brushes your neck, sending shivers down your spine as he leans in, nearly cradling you. The two of you must look feral, grinding like you’re in heat, moaning in the dark closet.

Roy lets out soft whimpers—“Fuck…” and “Such a pretty, perfect ass.” You’re not even moving fast, yet your body’s already lighting up like fireworks.

Your hips jerk when his fingers press harder against your clit. The pressure in your gut builds fast. Normally, you wouldn’t be so close from something so simple, but the desperate pace he’s set? It’s overwhelming.

“Fuck…” you gasp as you press back into him, letting his bulge slide between your ass cheeks.

“Getting this worked up from me rubbing you the right way, baby?” Roy coos, picking up the pace just enough to have you seeing stars.

He’s not doing much better—his breath is ragged against your neck, practically steaming. There’s probably condensation on your skin from how hard he’s panting.

When you don’t answer, his free hand slides up to your neck and gives it a light squeeze—not enough to hurt, but definitely enough to grab your attention.

“Really?” he mocks, his palm warm against your throat. “All fucked out before I’ve even gotten my dick out? Pathetic.”

You know he doesn’t mean it. He wouldn’t say that unless you were close enough to know it’s a joke. But something in you wants to take it seriously, and that something makes you moan, loud and strangled. Your toes curl, your hips buck, and your orgasm crashes into you like a wave.

The world spins, but Roy is your world right now, and he might as well be the sun with how hard you’re burning.

He grunts, pressing his cock against you one final time. His cum seeps through his jeans and onto yours. His movements slow but don’t stop until both of you are trembling, twitching messes, riding the last shocks of release.

Silence returns, broken only by labored breathing and racing heartbeats. Slowly, you both come back to earth. He finally pulls away. You stay still for a moment, gathering your thoughts, then slowly stand upright.

“Shit,” Roy mutters, letting go of your trembling frame with such gentleness that the curse nearly goes unnoticed. You expect him to be annoyed—maybe about the mess in his jeans—but when you turn around, he’s holding a key.

“Forgot I even had this old thing on my keychain…” he admits, meeting your gaze. His cheeks are flushed, but it isn’t embarrassment.

“Sorry about the delay in this old closet… but I think I might’ve left some condoms in the nightstand—if you’re up for continuing this."

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[devotedlyandrogynousyouth]

I'd like to request a good old smut story with Roy Harper!

Stuck in a closet together when he knows reader has a crush on him.

Maybe he can be smug and a bit filthy mouthed about it? Just whispering everything with a low tone into her ear in the dark 👉👈

Oooooo I ended up really liking this idea!! Hope I met your expectations babes💗

You're Kidding

Roy Harper x Fem! Reader

SMUT. SMUT SMUT SMUTITY SMUT! Not much for warnings with this one, but we've got some dry humping and clit rubbing, maybe some choking if you squint!

“You’re absolutely fucking kidding me,” your voice echoes slightly off the walls of the dimly lit closet.

“Afraid not, sweetheart,” Roy confirms, giving the door another tug, only to be met with the resistance and tension of a lock—probably from the other side. You really shouldn’t have offered to help him clean out an old safehouse; the place is lined with hidden traps and gadgets. You can’t blame him for that, though… not when he has a young daughter to protect, even if he isn’t physically here.

You can, however, blame him for forgetting where nearly all of them are and getting the two of you locked in a closet.

Clothes scatter everywhere, almost painting the floor in some kind of abstract art. Some are older, looking like they’ve survived since Roy’s teenage years. Others seem like they could only have been bought in the past couple of years. You doubt he’s ever worn much of it—he has a habit of buying things, then forgetting them in some abandoned corner.

You can tell he’s holding back a laugh when you let out a weary sigh, your head tilting back to meet the wall with a light thud.

“Come on,” he teases, a large, calloused hand patting your arm lightly, “it’s a little funny, ain’t it?”

At that, you scoff. “Funny?” you repeat, sending a stone-cold glare in his direction. “You seriously think that being stuck in a closet with a ginger is how I planned to spend my Tuesday?”

You sigh again at his lack of response, closing your eyes before resting your head against the wall once more.

There’s silence—for a while, anyway. With Roy, any kind of silence is a blessing. Too much silence, though, feels like a curse straight from the pits of hell.

You almost decide to open your eyes to check what kind of nonsense he’s gotten into—until you hear the iconic flash! of a Polaroid. A bright light snaps you out of your trance.

“Dude, what the hell?” you slap his arm lightly, blinking as your eyes adjust to the dim room again.

Roy doesn’t seem too bothered. Instead, he laughs, shaking a small photo in his hand. You actually have to tear your eyes away from how his muscles and tattoos flex with the movement.

You think you get away with the harmless stare at your closest partner.

You don’t.

He sees. He always does. Roy knows how to play the role of the idiotic friend, but he’s always watching you. The way you stare a little too long when he flexes. The way your eyes water when you patch him up mid-mission. The way you always seem to cling to his side.

He always notices, even when you don’t.

“Loosen up a little, stiff,” he says instead of revealing anything he’s picked up on. “We’ll be out of here in no time.” His voice—so certain, so carefree—almost makes you believe him. Almost.

“Yeah, right,” you mutter, brushing past him to look for some kind of hidden exit. Your skin burns as it brushes his, but you don’t falter. You dig through at least a decade of clothing, desperate for escape.

Silence stretches between you again, interrupted only by the occasional shuffle of a shoebox. Roy tucks the photo into his back pocket; the image is already developed. Knowing him, he’ll probably frame it with something tacky like “Partners’ first time stuck in a closet <3.”

Surprisingly, he actually starts helping. Underneath all the witty comments and terrible timing, Roy is a great partner—until he isn’t. But it really isn’t his fault this time. How’s he supposed to resist when your sweet little ass brushes right up against him while you move?

Your breath hitches at the contact, and Roy nearly groans. He’s a grown man who gets his needs met often enough, but now he’s about to moan like a teenager over a bit of friction. You try to scramble away, but a firm grip on your belt loop keeps you in place.

“Don’t,” Roy whispers, keeping you exactly where you are. “Don’t move. Don’t you dare move.”

It’s a mistake to listen. His large, calloused hands find your hips, pulling you ever so slightly closer to the bulge forming in his jeans.

You stay bent, your palms pressed against the closet wall. It’s impossible to ignore the pressure of your best friend pressed up against your ass, the fabric between you doing little to mask how badly he wants you. Your breaths come out in hot bursts, hitting the wall and probably leaving a patch of condensation.

The room is too hot. Roy’s jeans are too tight. Your pants are too constricting. Everything is burning—a fuse waiting to be lit. He wants you to strike the match and set your friendship on fire. And honestly? You’d be crazy to say you don’t want to.

Slowly, Roy’s grip tightens, pulling you just close enough to create delicious friction through the layers. A soft sigh escapes his lips just as a puff of air leaves yours.

It starts small—just a slight roll of his hips, syncing with yours, building tension with each subtle motion. Each movement has you squirming, your core clenching around nothing. Roy’s not a patient man, and you’re reminded of that as soon as one of his hands sneaks forward to toy with your clit through your pants.

His breaths are hot and heavy in the silence, and you feel them immediately as he leans in, pressing closer. His pace picks up—both his fingers and his hips.

To anyone else, the scene might look ridiculous: Roy Harper, Arsenal, losing his mind over a bit of dry humping.

To you? It’s hot. Hell, it’s probably the hottest thing that’s happened to you in a long time.

His hair brushes your neck, sending shivers down your spine as he leans in, nearly cradling you. The two of you must look feral, grinding like you’re in heat, moaning in the dark closet.

Roy lets out soft whimpers—“Fuck…” and “Such a pretty, perfect ass.” You’re not even moving fast, yet your body’s already lighting up like fireworks.

Your hips jerk when his fingers press harder against your clit. The pressure in your gut builds fast. Normally, you wouldn’t be so close from something so simple, but the desperate pace he’s set? It’s overwhelming.

“Fuck…” you gasp as you press back into him, letting his bulge slide between your ass cheeks.

“Getting this worked up from me rubbing you the right way, baby?” Roy coos, picking up the pace just enough to have you seeing stars.

He’s not doing much better—his breath is ragged against your neck, practically steaming. There’s probably condensation on your skin from how hard he’s panting.

When you don’t answer, his free hand slides up to your neck and gives it a light squeeze—not enough to hurt, but definitely enough to grab your attention.

“Really?” he mocks, his palm warm against your throat. “All fucked out before I’ve even gotten my dick out? Pathetic.”

You know he doesn’t mean it. He wouldn’t say that unless you were close enough to know it’s a joke. But something in you wants to take it seriously, and that something makes you moan, loud and strangled. Your toes curl, your hips buck, and your orgasm crashes into you like a wave.

The world spins, but Roy is your world right now, and he might as well be the sun with how hard you’re burning.

He grunts, pressing his cock against you one final time. His cum seeps through his jeans and onto yours. His movements slow but don’t stop until both of you are trembling, twitching messes, riding the last shocks of release.

Silence returns, broken only by labored breathing and racing heartbeats. Slowly, you both come back to earth. He finally pulls away. You stay still for a moment, gathering your thoughts, then slowly stand upright.

“Shit,” Roy mutters, letting go of your trembling frame with such gentleness that the curse nearly goes unnoticed. You expect him to be annoyed—maybe about the mess in his jeans—but when you turn around, he’s holding a key.

“Forgot I even had this old thing on my keychain…” he admits, meeting your gaze. His cheeks are flushed, but it isn’t embarrassment.

“Sorry about the delay in this old closet… but I think I might’ve left some condoms in the nightstand—if you’re up for continuing this."

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[devotedlyandrogynousyouth]

It does something to BRUCE WAYNE when he sees you playing along with Wayne Gala guests' children. Your smile is just so bright, so soft, so genuine... So pure.

And so are the childrens', with their chubby, rosy cheeks and cheeky laughter. Each one of their bright eyes so closely resember those of their parents, the unique features darting from spot to spot as they drag you along.

And when you crouch down to pick up one of the younger children? His heart is in his throat. Everything feels too warm, too tight, too perfect.

Everything feels like you.

And right now? All of that combined has him thinking. What would your child look like? Would they have your eyes, or maybe his nose? Would they have little dimples in their cheeks when smiling mindlessly at a picture book?

Would he be good at parenting?

Those thoughts keep coming back each night, with his arms around you and your head on his chest. But so do the other thoughts.

He wasn't great at the whole 'father' thing the first couple of times around. Dick stopped talking to him for months at a time. Jason passed far too young and only came back for vengeance. Tim had come close to an untimely demise far too many times for Bruce's liking. And Damian... He missed everything with that boy.

But his breath catches in his throat as your lips press against his bare chest, your breath warm against his scarred flesh.

"I love you," are the only three words uttered in the darkness of your shared bedroom.

And, for once, he lets himself believe it. Maybe with your love, he could be a better father. Maybe he wouldn't miss out on all of the 'tiny years' if you were to try again.

Maybe.

Just maybe.

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[devotedlyandrogynousyouth]

Update: How’s Mrs.Wayne doing?

Babe, anon, idk who you are, but i literally love you💜 thanks for checking in

So lots of big things recently!!

1. I just got a new job as a personalized care assisstant, which is like an in home aid for a disabled individual so thats super cool. But also tiring. But still cool!!

2. Im home for the summer🎉 the semester is finally over, so hopefully ill have more time to write now!! I have almost this entire week off, so maybe ill get to the 20+ asks in my inbox lol (side note: feel free to keep sending them, even if they take me a while to answer)

Tysm anon for asking💜 feel free to tell me how all of you are doing in my asks! Mrs. Wayne loves you all!

[devotedlyandrogynousyouth]

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

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

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

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

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

He needs to be the protector.

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

Just like Martha would for him.

Bruce protects you, even in sleep.

One sheet and arm around your waist at a time.

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[devotedlyandrogynousyouth]

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

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

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

-🦋

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

Pretty Mama.

Roy Harper x Fem! Reader

Smut, smut, smut, babes!

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

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

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

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

But then he laid eyes on you.

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

You're perfect.

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

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

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

Almost.

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

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

It worked, of course.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He knows you're close.

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

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

That's what makes you come undone.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[devotedlyandrogynousyouth]

on watching a parent age

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

[devotedlyandrogynousyouth]

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

[devotedlyandrogynousyouth]

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

Aw ty!!💗

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

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

[devotedlyandrogynousyouth]

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

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

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

Sorry for this bizarreness in your inbox.

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

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

[devotedlyandrogynousyouth]

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

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

[devotedlyandrogynousyouth]

if you’re cooked, than so am I.💀

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

UGHHH EXACTLY!! especially with little jason or dick

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