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chikaras-garden · 6 months

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Batboys as things that go bump in the night

So what if he’s not human?

Pairings: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne x fem!reader

Contains: Monsterfucking. Dubcon. Unprotected piv sex in Dick’s, Jason’s, and Damian’s. Blood in Bruce’s. Somnophilia and light breeding kink in Dick’s. Knotting in Jason’s. Oral sex (f!receiving) in Tim’s. Degradation in Damian’s.

Notes: 18+ or you’ll be blocked. Happy Halloweekend angels!

BRUCE WAYNE 🦇

A loner. A constant shadow over Gotham. A collector of all things macabre. And now, he has his sights set on you. You’re a pretty thing, dressed in all black at a late-autumn gala, and you can feel the intensity of his gaze on you even when your back is turned.

So it’s no surprise that, when you tempt fate by rounding a corner into a deserted hallway, you are not alone.

Stepping out of the shadows, Bruce’s hand clamps around one side of your throat, leaving just one side—the side of your pulse—exposed for his lips. He kisses you there far more than he kisses your lips, nibbling and suckling the soft flesh over your pulse. Your heart beats faster and faster as your knees go weak, but his arm tightens around you.

“I have you, darling,” he husks. His skin is cold against yours, but perhaps that’s because the all-consuming presence of a man like this makes your blood run hot.

His other hand comes up to cup your flushed cheek, thumb dragging along the shape of your face as if he’s trying to memorize you.

“So warm. Such soft skin,” he murmurs, bending his head low and kissing your neck. “Such a beautiful creature.”

Something twists in your stomach when he says that—creature. An instinct tells you to run, but you quickly realize that the look in his eyes has you completely enthralled. He’s watching you with purpose, always keeping your eyes locked as if looking away from you will break the spell he has you under.

“I have to taste you,” he whispers, voice raw with a strain whose source you cannot place. He inhales deeply and lets out a low, feral noise before you feel a twinned shock of pain that makes you gasp: blood rushes to your neck and spills from your broken skin onto his waiting tongue, which greedily laps at the sweet nectar he just stole.

DICK GRAYSON 🦇

You never remember what happened the morning after your nights with your blue-eyed visitor in black, but you can’t stop the way your body aches for the mysterious stranger. At first, you thought he was a dream, but even you know that your unconscious can’t conjure up something as beautiful as him.

He wakes you by laying on top of you, pushing his hot-as-Hell flesh against yours. You didn’t go to sleep naked, but you’re naked now; your clothes are gone, but you’re covered with him, his mouth latched onto one of your nipples, one of his hands painfully squeezing the other, and his red-tipped cock already bullying its way into your slick folds.

It hurts, but the ache is so dizzying that you can’t bring yourself to care, especially when you’re aware that you won’t remember this by morning anyway. You feel as if you’re being burned alive and made new in just the way he wants you. And that feels good, doesn’t it? Why else would you have woken up with your pussy soaking wet?

He picks his head up just enough to watch you watch him while his tongue traces the outer edge of your areola and flicks your nipple in slow strokes, teasing it into hardness with just the tip of his tongue. He’s kneeling between your legs, and his free hand slides down to gently stroke your belly—which is when you notice that his fingers, like his cock, are tipped with blood-red skin.

Then comes his dark murmur, “Let me fill you, pretty thing. Let me give you a little gift to help you remember me.”

Your breath catches and, once again, he latches on—teeth first, this time.

At the same time, he thrusts into you, cock heavy and fire-hot, searing your skin and all but tearing you open while you keen and grasp at him, fingernails scraping down his back. His warmth is inescapable as he thrusts into you with inhuman force.

And you swear that, when he comes, filling you with his infernal seed, you catch a glimpse of a ruby glimmer in his once-blue eyes.

JASON TODD 🦇

Honestly, you handled finding out that your boyfriend is a werewolf remarkably well. But because you’re a human, he has one rule: no knotting. That is, until an October full moon has him more feral than usual, trapped in a rut that he’s powerless to fight against.

Jason has you hiked up against his chest, barely balanced on his thick thighs with your panties shoved aside. One finger is pressed firmly against your clit, the claws that come with his half-transformed state lightly grazing your sensitive skin. He’s already buried inside of you, thrusting so shallowly that he may as well be humping your innermost walls.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans, dropping his head onto your shoulder. His skin rages with heat while his muscles tremble, lips mouthing along any inch of your skin that he can reach. Head heavy on your shoulder, he rasps out broken sentences, each cut off by animalistic whimpers and whines. “God, fuck— I can’t— I shouldn’t— You’re—”

You have one hand tangled in his hair, thumbing the soft black-and-white fur that crawls up along his hybrid ears. His cock, impossibly thick already, stretches you even more open than you already were, and you throw your head back to let out a moan of mixed pleasure-pain.

“Fuck,” he whispers, because he feels it too. “Baby, I’m— It’s—”

“Let it,” you gasp, feeling lightheaded with the pain of Jason filling you so completely, cockhead swelling so full that he couldn’t pull out even if he wanted to. “Please, please, Jason, I need it.”

All that gets you is another guttural groan from him, a sound as close to a howl as he can make without being fully transformed. Still swelling, his cock is thick, heavy, hot—pulsing inside of you, begging to stay there, to fill you, to mark and mate with you. You can’t imagine what it must look like, but you know that the feeling is divine: this oneness, this wholeness, is something you’ve never felt before. It’s almost enough to dull how much your pussy aches.

“Jason,” you moan, tears filling your eyes.

“I know,” he soothes, trying to stay sturdy and stable for you even though his whole body is trembling. “Fuck, it— Baby, you feel so good. Such a good fucking girl, letting me mate with you. Gonna make you feel amazing, I promise.”

TIM DRAKE 🦇

“Stay still,” Tim teases, clawed fingers clamping down on your hip. “Or no rewards.”

Your back is pressed against the chilly, damp wall of the bat cave, and your clothes are shreds around your feet. You know this is all your fault, that you should have avoided the man who has only made his obsession with you painfully clear. As soon as the half-dragon spotted you—his treasure, his paramour, his little human love—he pounced.

Half changed with pewter green scales climbing up his skin and pupils narrowed into reptilian slits, Tim wastes no time in turning your clothes into ribbons of fabric in effort to get to you.

And then he drops to his knees, burying his face in between your legs.

The forked tongue laves up and down the folds of your pussy, skirting along the outside of your sopping hole until you’re shuddering, clinging to him. His hand digs in harder, talons piercing the soft skin of your ass, scaly palm forcing your cunt against his mouth until you feel the sting of sharpened teeth against your mound.

Even though his teeth sting your pulsing flesh, even though his licks are too fast to be completely pleasurable, you feel yourself grow slick around his tongue. Your head falls back against the wall and you begin to pant, heart beating so fast that you start to feel faint, teetering on the edge of consciousness.

His forked tongue reaches impossibly deep within you. The fleshy muscle feels wrong but also so good, skin fading from soft pink to greenish-black, its texture rough and bumpy, stimulating you from more directions than you have ever felt at once.

He licks all the way to your cervix—a thing no mere mortal man could ever do to you—greedily biting, sucking, and growling against your throbbing, abused pussy until finally you come with a pitiful, worn-out scream.

You feel his ice-cold lips pull into a smile as he breathes, “Good human. Now give me another—or three more. Maybe five.”

DAMIAN WAYNE 🦇

You go to the guardian of an ancient library for help but, poor you, the sphinx’s riddles prove too challenging for you. In accordance with the legends, you expect to be smited on the spot, or at least banished, but instead—the sphinx shifts to his human form and decides that you are his.

How lucky it is that Damian decides he likes you enough to keep you captive instead of simply killing you as punishment. How lucky it is that he is clever enough to find a use for your frail human form. How lucky it is that he doesn’t find mating with you as repulsive as he originally thought.

“At least work for it,” he drawls, stifling a yawn while he leans back on the emerald-green settee. His arms are spread, powerful shoulders and biceps making him look even bigger than he already is. No, he never touches you—that would be demeaning—but he does offer you the privilege of riding his cock until you make yourself come.

You close your eyes and drive your hips forward and down, trying to strike the spot inside you that only he can reach. No sooner than your eyes flutter closed, though, he snaps his fingers in front of you.

“Look at me, pet.” His head rests on the back of the chair, lips parted with every breath that makes his chest slowly rise and fall. His face looks warm and you wonder what it might feel like to kiss those plush lips—but you’re also coherent enough to realize that he’s measuring his breaths on purpose.

You’re getting to him. You think. You hope. Maybe if you please him, he’ll let you go.

He shifts his hips up and you cry out, nearly losing your balance on his powerful thighs, but a warm hand suddenly cups your ass to drag you back into place. He leans forward, stomach flexing, and murmurs in your ear, “Can’t even do this without help, can you? Useless little human.”

#batman x reader #bruce wayne x reader #dick grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #tim drake x reader #damian wayne x reader #🌸— mine.#🌸— bruce wayne.#🌸— dick grayson.#🌸— jason todd.#🌸— tim drake.#🌸— damian wayne.#🌕— dark content.

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saylorsaysstop · 3 months

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Sleeping Together | 18+

also shout out to @joyful-enchantress because after she commented on my Grayson post earlier, this all came to my mind. 🤪

**underneath the cut**

DICK GRAYSON

Dick talks you through it. He wants you to be vocal and makes it his top priority that your needs are met first

"Tell me what you need, baby." - "That's it, just like that, baby. You're close, aren't ya? Yeah, look at you. Come on, grind a little harder. I know you can do it."

Giving head is a sport for Grayson and he excels at it. He eats you out like you're his last meal

The man is an acrobat. He's flexible. All the positions he can get the two of you in should be new entries in the Kama Sutra

Dick loveeeees head in return. He won't ever make you do it or ask, but he loves that you're so eager to pleasure him

"I've been good, haven't I? No other reason to explain why you're gifting me that hot mouth of yours, sweet girl."

Dick isn't afraid to moan either. He knows when the noises start coming out of his mouth, you get off quicker

Let's go back to that acrobatic thing. He may or may not figure out ways to suspend you in the air... He may or may not be such a kinky man that he's got a separate room in your house where he plays sports with you... I'm not admitting it, I'm just saying

Loves for you to suck him off when your head hanging off the edge of the bed. He also loves to eat you out simultaneously

Dick Grayson is a boob man. Both hands on deck, he squeezes and teases your nipples by plucking them between his fingers. Loves to suck on them until they're stiff peaks. Likes to push two fingers into you while he bites your nipple, stroking until he hits that sweet spot. You're a goner after that

Loves for you to take what you want

"Atta girl, ride it just like that. This dick belongs to you, right? Act like it. Pleasure yourself... Yeah, go ahead and play with your clit. Wanna see you come. You're so pretty when you do."

Dick treasures loving on you after sex. He rewards you for your good behavior and a job well done with baths, massages, you name it. He ensures you're taken care of and reminds you that he loves you dearly

JASON TODD

Jason likes it rough. He loves it when he sees your marks on him, whether it be teeth or nails. He collects each one like it is a kill

Ropes? Knife play? Any sort of bondage? Jason Todd is your man

Loves to bind your hands above your head while he rails you deep into the mattress. Loves the idea of you being helpless and unable to take it anymore. Gets him off real quick

Loves some dirty talk

"Take this dick like a good girl." - "You're soaking wet, babe. All this for me?" - "Not gonna waste a drop of this cum, you hear me? You won't let a drop leak outta this cunt - my cunt. You got that?"

Jason likes to get right by your ear while he grunts with each thrust, nipping your earlobe in between before trailing his tongue down your neck and sucking on your collarbone

"Gonna mark this pretty neck up, baby."

You two go at each other until you're a panting mess. Clothes strewn all over the place. Jason and you stare up at the ceiling, laughing like teenagers as you calm down from the high

"I think that was my new personal best. Ten orgasms. Ten!"

Yeah. Jason likes to place bets on who can give the other more orgasms in one night. Right now, he's winning

Jason loves your butt. Loves to slap your cheeks as he bends you over his lap as a warm-up. Carresses and bites the plump skin when he's kissing his way down your body before he hikes your legs over his shoulders and feasts

Likes to feel you breathe against him. He loves to feel your chest rise and fall when he's on top and you're panting for every breath while chasing your orgasm

He's a man who likes to edge that's for sure

"Uh-uh... That wasn't it. You can do better than that. Moan a little louder, that's it..." - "I'm being mean? No, you just need to work harder to come. You wanted this." - "Atta girl. I promise I'll let you come after this."

Jason's aftercare is you two taking a hot bath together where he can just hold your back to his chest and actually talk. You're his safe space

TIM DRAKE

Tim, albeit quiet, is a delectable switch. One day he's all soft and endearing, the next he's plowing you into next week (and blushing when you mention it afterward

He does a lot of studying on sex. What positions feel the best for you, different ways he can go down to ensure he has you screaming his name for all of Gotham to hear

Gets a little possessive during sex, especially when he's losing himself in it

"You're mine, do you hear me? Mine, sweetheart. Mine." - "No one else is going to claim you. You belong to me."

He likes it when you pull his hair, especially when he's going down. Feeling you guide him further into you is like a bolt of electricity shooting down his spine

Tim loves to get you relaxed before sex too, especially if he knows it's going to be a long night. He'll run you a warm bath, pamper you with sweet-scented lotions, and get you nice and ready before he unleashes. Fun fact, those nights are when you know he's gonna get rough

Tim won't admit it aloud but he loves a good missionary position or where you two lay facing each other. He loves to caress your face and kiss you softly as he takes you

"Lift your leg, sweetheart... That's it. C'mere. Let me watch that gorgeous face of yours when you fall apart for me, yeah?"

Like Dick and Jason, he VALUES aftercare so. Freaking. Much! Takes a warm cloth to the mess he made between your legs and kisses along the heated skin, telling you how much he loves you

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rabbitblackx · 10 months

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chop-top,brahms,Jason and Bubba with a s/o who gets sick at the sight of gore,but has terrible separation anxiety so they’ll just stand there like “🧍‍♀️🤢” when their slasher is 🏃‍♀️🗡️ someone 😭,I know this is specific so feel free to ignore

Slashers with a Squeamish!Reader

Includes: Bubba, Chop-Top, Jason and Brahms

Bubba Sawyer💖

Bubba tried to hide as much gore from you as possible. He never killed in front of you unless absolutely necessary. He also encouraged his brothers to do the same. They never listened though, as they wreaked havoc around you every day. Bubba was sure to cover your eyes with his hands, or carry you out of the room when this happened

You followed Bubba around like a lost puppy, which meant you saw a lot of shit. He’d be brutally sawing a woman in half while you stood in the background, face green and head spinning

When Leatherface was done with the violence, you recoiled in disgust when he went to hug you. He was drenched in blood. While trying not to faint, you shakily asked him to go dry off

Bubba came back to you later after changing into a fresh pair of clothes. You threw your arms around him in a sweet embrace, making up for earlier

Chop-Top Sawyer💖

Chop-Top loved to tease you. He purposely waved gore or bodies in your face, while also flicking blood at you. It was all fun and games until you threw up all over your shoes. He was very sorry after that. He also went into full panic mode when you wouldn’t forgive him at first. How was he gonna get laid now??

“Baby! C’mon, I said I was sorry!”

You eventually forgave Chop-Top, causing him attack your face in kisses. He grew more and more fond of you after that. You were his fave. This meant he was less hostile around you. He rarely lashed out at victims when you were near

If Chop-Top had to kill in front of you, he made you spin around and face the wall first. It wasn’t as fun killing them clean, but whatever made you happiest

When Chop-Top was done with his killing, he ran over to you and hugged you from behind. He grinned into the crook of your neck, giggling like a madman

Jason Voorhees💖

Jason did not care that you were squeamish. He was going to kill as much as he wanted. If he heard a single peep outta you because of this, he swore to god—

You felt pretty unsafe in the woods without Jason, so you were always close by. This meant the both of you had to see things you preferred not to. You had to watch him brutally murder people on a regular basis, while he had to watch you throw up everywhere because of it

Jason started gifting you with old things from his childhood. He brought you some of his toys, like his teddy bear or maybe even a picture book. Just anything to distract you from his violence, and it actually worked!

You were so touched by Jason’s gentle gesture, all you could do was tearfully gawk at his old toys while he murdered campers in the background. It just sucked though because once he was done, you wanted to hug him. But he was drenched in hot blood and gore, making it hard. You knew damn well he wasn’t gonna wash it off for you either :’)

Brahms Heelshire💖

Your squeamishness was never really an issue, as Brahms rarely killed. If he did, it was because somebody was breaking in, or trying to hurt your pretty self. It was very bad if this was the case. Because if a another man laid just a finger on you, he wasn’t going to back down

Brahms would apologise for the gore later. As of right now, he was tackling the intruder that hurt you to the floor. He fumbled for a shard of glass from the window he broke into, gripping it hard. All you could do was gape as Brahms drove it deep into the man’s neck, twisting it around and making a red mess

You had to sit down, holding your dizzy head in your hands. Brahms kept stabbing at the dead man, causing more and more blood to spill. The sight alone was enough to make you faint

Brahms eventually got off the man and stumbled over to where you sat. The blood on his hands made you screw your eyes shut, but he didn’t care. He loomed over you in the dark, gently taking your hand in his

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slashingdisneypasta · 1 year

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Imagine

Someone you know gifting you with a piece of merchandise of your Slasher S/O- not knowing of course that you are actually in a relationship with said Slasher.

Imagine sipping your morning coffee out of a mug with Michael's mask on it and not saying anything about it... and he's just across the table staring at you... waiting for an explanation you refuse to give. Because no- you don't want to talk about it. But your friend gave it to you and they were being very thoughtful and so goddamnit you're gonna use it!

Imagine running out of clean clothes so you're forced to fall asleep in the over-sized black t-shirt with 'Its Prime Time, Bitch!' splattered across the front in red and green font and as soon as you see him you're just like no. not a word from you. Secretly you unironically love it.

Imagine being gifted with one of those cutsie little Jason figurines (A Pop maybe) and you set him on your window sil. If Jason ever saw it he would be confused as hell but would love it eventually XD He's Big Jason and this is little Jason.

Imagine on a cold day you go to the Sawyer's house wearing a cute yellow beanie- Bubba only notices that its to do with him at all when you turn around on him for whatever reason and he sees a little chainsaw covered in blood sewed into the back!

Imagine making Billy and/or Stu drinks one night with ice and all is going fine... until he/they look down into the drinks and notice the ice blocks are in the shape of the Ghostface mask!! You're just like look. my friend got me these ghostface ice moulds and they're neat as hell so just shut up about it.

BONUS!Imagine your friend getting you an actual Chucky doll. You come home with it still in the box just knowing you're gonna get a mouthful from the real Chucky about this but you're so so hesitant to throw it out- because you're friend spent a lotta money on it for you!! So sorry Chucky but I guess you're gonna have to live with it XD

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Pussydrunk Jason pretty please, you write some of the best Jason smut I've ever read!

Thank you! I've had so many nice messages over the past few days of people telling my they like my writing, it warms my little heart.

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, creampie, marathon sex, sharing clothes, slightly possessive sex, cunnilingus, pussydrunk!Jason

A/N: I have so many Jason requests and all of them look so good, you are all in for a lot of Jason treats.

If you give Jason a finger he will take the whole hand

That is to say if you give him a bit of yourself he will take all of you, seeking to make you his in every sense of the word

He will shower you with many kisses, many gifts, give you his hoodies in which he will then fuck you in

Fuck you look so good in red

Don't try to hide your face by pulling the hood over it, he won't let you, he needs to see your expression when he comes inside you, he needs to know how much you love it, the feeling of warm cum filling you up

Its so damn easy for him to get pussydrunk on you when you're wearing his clothes

He won't bother answering calls unless they're urgent missions, everything else is secondary to the wonderful, warm, tight, dripping feeling of your pussy around his cock

He's groaning loud as he's balls deep inside you, his eyes rolling back, his mind going fuzzy

Can't help but press his hips against yours harder and harder every time, needing to hear moaning as loud as he is, as much as he is, to hear your pussy make more lewd, wet, squelching noises

In a daze he's watching his cock going in and out, covered in your juices and his cum and wanting to give you more

Nothing can break his euphoria when you're squeezing around him even as he pulls back and kisses his way to your pussy, leaking and full of his cum

He's not letting any of it go to waste, he's licking it all up and spreading it over your clit, feeling it harden against his tongue

So good, you're so good, you taste so good, you feel so good, he never wants to leave your pussy alone and empty and needy ever again

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dcxdpdabbles · 7 months

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i don’t know if I’m allowed to ask right now and feel to ignore this but I just really like your shit so here I am :D

anyway

I love the thought of Fanny being the ghost king and the crown not fitting on his head so it falls to his neck line where it hangs off his neck and is either the spikes(idk what the call the pointed bits-) are short enough to see his face or they are thin enough to see though and then when he’s in his human from the crown turns into a black neck tattoo that’s really pretty and stuff!! So imagine this, Danny in Gotham and he’s a singer for Penguin and some rouges or something and he’s irritated so instead of running he continued to sing and it actually sways the course of the fight in favor of his allies while the enemies ears or like bleeding or something as his hair turns white and his eyes go green as the crown shins around his neck and let’s say that his outfit is quite androgynous and nice looking but he’s really pissed because it was a gift and it got damaged or bled on and this starts a rumor that Danny is a meta so the bats and birds go to investigate

Hope you like it and do a little Drabble :)

They hear about the Siren for the first time after a bit of trouble happens to go down in Old Man Rob's. At first, they were a little shocked that anyone would dare give Rob any sort of trouble, seeing as it was a general unwritten role to leave the old man who made clothes for the working girls/boys and for the Gotham Rouges well enough alone.

His work was so well appreciated that the Rouges would even send their minions to outfit them with the standard hire goon outfit. Joker swears by his purple cloth that only Rob could make his men look good.

Old Man Rob made the clothes right out of his home, so anyone who went to him would have a hot cup of tea and soft music from Rob's home country playing in the background. Everyone agreed that Old Man Rob's was welcoming and neutral grounds.

So imagine the uproar when some stupid out-of-city punks attempted to follow some working girls into the house and trash the place. The girls had taken refuge with Old Man Rob after realizing the punks were much more dangerous than they first thought.

When Rob tried to defuse the situation, things turned ugly as one of the men punched the old man to the ground- injuring his back. They had then attempted to take the screaming girls, gone about the house for anything valuable, and smashed everything that wasn't with a bat.

That's when Siren walked in. The androgynous being looked around before throwing themselves onto the men like the snaring mystical creature they earned their name from.

Siren had taken care of the men and had even had them hand-delivered to Penjuin when the supervillain caught wind that the fools were responsible for Rob not being able to complete his latest suit due to his back injury.

One of the working girls had texted her boyfriend, who was employed with Penguin, and that meant the Rouge, with a group of men, had rushed over to help not even ten minutes later.

Once everything was settled, Rob had enough time, as he was being transported to the hospital, to give Siren their outfit as a gift, and Penguin overheard the old man wishing Siren luck on his audition.

After a bit of question, Penguin gave Siren his card and told them to swing by the Iceberg Lounge for an audition if the one they were going to didn't work out.

That was all the Bats were able to gather from the last working girl, who is Jason's informate. Since Siren had no other known sighting, the Bats let them fade into obscurity until rumors of a hot new singer began to feature at the Iceberg Lounge.

Their voice left hundreds of clubgoers memorized, even those who didn't often prefer slow seduction songs when going to the club. The Iceberg does have a more classy feel about it but Siren could make anyone stop for their voice.

Bruce thought it was wise to investigate the meta after rumors that Siren would often help security when someone got too rowdy by singing a tone that could make human ears bleed. So far, there wasn't much information past rumors, and Penguin hadn't made the singer a member of his crime yet, but it was only a matter of time.

No one that powerful could remain neutral with the company they kept.

That's why Dick, Cas, and Jason all dressed to the nines and visited Iceberg Lounge with Brucie Wayne's unlimited credit card. They are treated VIPs- as the Lounge is a legitimate business despite everyone knowing the owner is Penguin- and are seated right before Siren's stage.

The lights drop, and the music tickles to a stop so the live band can get into place. Dick adjusts his cuffs, presses the record button on the hidden video camera on the metal, and leans on his hands to point it to the stage.

They are all wearing earplugs, hoping to stop Siren's powers, but it's better to have someone far away who won't be effect by the sound watching just in case the three get mind-controlled.

The singer who takes the stage is beautiful androgynous in everything from their outfit to their features, but none can deny their beauty of them. They stand in a shimmering black suit resembling a modern king attire, with a half veil dripping from their shoulders. A particular ice crystal snowflake design tattoo circles their neck in a breath-catching upturn of their head.

Once Sirens opens their mouth in the first verse, Cass can understand why the mythical creatures could lure sailors to their water deaths. The voice is as beautiful as the singer, and she can't look away.

She rises with the tempo, falls with the beat, and flouts into the rhythm of Siren's voice. It's not until the singer descends the stage to sing to the lucky few upfront does she realizes she has forgotten why she came here tonight.

Jason carefully presses his foot against her, and she struggles to take her eyes off Siren to look at her bother. His face is relaxed and cocky, like the wealthiest man son can be, but his body language screams worry.

Worry for her.

Shoot, had she allowed herself to fall under Siren's spell?

The singer struts back to the stage, arms raised before slowly lowering on the last long memorizing note, and the lights drop. She clasps politely along with the rest, her heart fluttering.

"That was amazing!" Dick cheers, whistling like a loon. His civilian persona does resemble Brucie the most. "Encore! Encore!"

Siren looks at their table with a bashful smile, and Cass's heart falls. Before she can do anything knowing what that means, the doors to the lounge get blown right off the hinges, and screams erupt through the room.

A rival gang is tearing through the room. Cass hits the ground with her brothers, mentally cursing they can't blow their cover as the thugs quickly round up hostages. One grabs Siren's veil, ripping it right off as the singer tries to run. The action causes them to trip over the stage's long walkway before falling into a table stacked with wine glasses.

She fights to urge to scream when Siren falls. Cass needs to focus on finding a place to change and get control of the situation. Siren could be hurt, they could be-

"You asshole!" The siren screams, standing up and neck tattoo flaring a bright blue. "You ruined my suit!"

The man scoffs, pointing a gun at their head "So what? It couldn't be that expensive for Penguin's little plaything to offered."

"It was a gift!" The siren screams in a sound voice as cold as ice and as unforgiving as death. Cass feels the air freeze over, and suddenly, Siren is signing. But it's not the sweet song from before; now, it's a dead melody that promises death.

She presses herself against the floor more, trying to escape the sound. Her heart is beating so fast that she wonders if she is dosed with Fear Toxin. Cass doubts the others are fairing better as sobs break through the room.

The man holding the gun drops to his knees, screaming and clutching his ears.

Siren remains standing, hair bleeding into white, eyes a blazing green, and his neck tattoo expanding into a crown that seems to cover the lower half of their face. It's a beautiful sight as much as it is terrifying.

Cass can't look away.

Just as quickly as it started, the signing ends when the man falls unconscious and Siren looks human again. They fret over their suit uncaring of the stares from the rest of the club, and make their way to the changing room without a by-your-leave.

Cass is in love.

"We have to report this to B," Jason hisses. "That was Lazaurs Wails."

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #The Siren of Iceberg Lounge #requests #dead silent #Danny is androgynous goals #Nonbinary Danny #Ghost King Danny #They just want to sing bro let them sing

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amomentsescape · 7 months

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What would a night routine of the reader bathing with the slasher to clean the blood off and then brushing teeth and changing into pj to go to bed be like with the main slashers?

Slashers' Night Time Routine with Reader

A/N: This is such a wholesome request, thank you!

Freddy Krueger

If Freddy needs to make a visit to the "real" world, he will most certainly stop by your place near the end

He used to always associate real life with anger and death, but having you has made him appreciate it as more than that

He'll always show up unannounced

Sometimes he even likes to give you a little scare as his way of saying "hi"

His arms bursting through the couch and wrapping around you

His severed head rolling out from under your bed

You get the picture

But once his laughs and your berating settle down, he goes soft

He'll hug you and let you know how the night went before settling into your bed

The nice thing about literally being a dream demon is that he can go from smelly and bloody to fresh and clean with a twist of his knifed glove

It's normally pretty late by the time he's with you, so you're always freshened up and in comfy clothes already

He pulls you into him and gently rubs up and down your arm

He doesn't really sleep so he just lays with you for however long he feels necessary

He sometimes takes you into his dream world once you're asleep

But if you need the rest, he makes sure to leave you a little gift in the morning

Usually a flower or candy of some kind

Occasionally it's an eyeball or a finger

It is Freddy after all

Michael Myers

This man hardly sleeps to be honest

He usually just naps a bit during the day and stays up all night doing serial killer stuff

The fact that he even functions normally is odd to you

He comes home late a lot of the time, but you try to stay up for him

He's scolded you several times about this, but it's the one thing you will never budge on

You greet him at the door with a tired smile as he walks over to you

He lets you hold his mask once he takes it off as he heads to the bathroom

His clothing sits in a messy pile on the bathroom floor as you wipe off his mask with a clean cloth

Once this is done, you head into the bathroom

He never used to care about the dried blood and sweat on him until he met you

Now, there's something about when getting clean with you that he enjoys

Not that he'd ever say this out loud

You hop into the shower with him and help wash his back, gently scratching and rubbing along his skin

You can always feel his tense posture relax at this

After the shower, you both step out and brush your teeth

You already have his pajama pants ready for him after this, allowing him to get comfortable

Everything up to this point is done is silence, both of you just enjoying each other's presence

But once you both are cuddled up in bed, you begin to talk about the things that happened today and what you did while he was gone

He isn't much of a talker himself, but he does like listening to your voice

It helps him relax as he eventually watches you fall asleep against him

Jason Voorhees

He loves seeing your bright smile whenever he walks through the door

It's what he looks forwards to the most while he's still out stalking the woods

You're always quick to help him shrug off his jacket and set his machete off to the side

Once the bloody outer layer of clothing is off, he engulfs you in a big hug as his way of saying he missed you

After a bit, you sit him down and begin taking a warm washcloth to his body, wiping away any small blood splatters still leftover

Baths and even showers still don't sit right with Jason, and although he could do it, the night is meant to be about comfort, so you don't push him into the bathroom for the sake of his relaxation

Once he's cleaned up, he follows you around while you brush your teeth and get changed, just enjoying being in your company

He is technically undead, so brushing his teeth and sleeping aren't really in his normal routine

But he will lay with you in bed and listen to you hum softly

He'll caress your cheek once he sees your eyes flutter close, a soft smile growing on your face

This is normally how you fall asleep, Jason by your side and watching over you

Thomas Hewitt

It's not easy working outside all day in the southern heat

Once inside, you hand him an old rag so that he can wipe off the sweat from around his face, him offering a smile behind his mask

After this, he takes a seat at the table with you and eats dinner

This is when you talk about your day and just share anything you want to tell him

He listens intently and even chimes in with a few nods and gentle squeezes on your hand

You then clear the dishes once you're both done eating, letting him get the shower ready

You follow in after him, relaxing under the warm water

Once he rinses off the grime, he pulls you close to him under the shower head

He honestly can't think of anything better than to be under the pouring of warm water with you in his arms

He'd repeat the tiring day 100 times if it would always end like this

Once you're both washed up, you brush your teeth at the sink

You both have to take turns with this, sometimes nudging up against him and poking him as a joke

He always has a wide smile

Once you both go to bed, you rest your head on his chest, rubbing circles into his tense muscles

You both eventually fall asleep intertwined with one another

Bubba Sawyer

At the end of a long day, Bubba is all but sprinting into the house to see you

He pulls you into him, not even considering all the sweat and dirt getting on you

Not that you really cared anyways

His enthusiasm makes up for it

He then makes his way to the bathroom, basically leaving a trail of his dirty clothes along the way

He's more of a bath person, relishing in the bubbles and the warm water

So once he has the bath started, he is eager to help you undress

Not even in an inappropriate way, he just likes to have you in the tub with him

Once the soap has been added and the water is the right temp, you both get in together

He has you facing him while you talk about your day

He likes to play with your hands and plop clumps of bubbles onto your head

Anything to make you laugh is a win in his books

After your bath, you both get into some cozy clothes and watch TV

This usually involves snacking on some baked treats or candy

Half the time, you both fall asleep curled up on the sofa together with the movie still playing in the background

If you don't, then you'll have to basically drag Bubba to the bedroom and under the covers, giving a small kiss before tucking yourself in after

Brahms Heelshire

Anything on his normal list of rules is easy to get him to follow

Tucking him into bed and giving him a kiss goodnight takes all but two seconds to complete

But everything leading up to that can be a pain in the butt

If you make him dinner, he'll swear up and down that the vegetables would make him sick if he ate them

He then would dread going to the shower to get cleaned up

Clean and Brahms never seem to go together in a sentence

The only way he'll get in is if you promise to go in with him

Very handsy if you let him

Wants to wash your back for you

Constantly pulls you against his soapy body even after you've already rinsed off

And after all this, getting him out of the shower and forcing him to brush his teeth is a whole other battle

You have to help him towel off and practically lock him in the bathroom so that he brushes his teeth

After countless moments of whining, he finally gives in when you threaten to not sleep beside him

Once he eventually finishes getting cleaned up, everything is a breeze

Maybe all that fighting beforehand tires him out?

Whatever the cause, you're happy to watch him plop into bed, waiting for you to pull the covers up over him

You crawl in beside him and give him his kiss before he cuddles his head into the crook of your neck

He's fast asleep within moments of his eyes closing

Norman Bates

He has a very simple routine he follows every night

Dinner, shower, reading, bed

Always in that order without fail

You've grown accustomed to this pattern and learned to love the familiarity of it each night

You both eat dinner together at the table, going back and forth sharing stories and talking about the day

It never ceases to amaze you how much more you learn about Norman every day

You both take your time eating but once you both have finished, he's quick to jump up and help you put all the dishes away

He used to be shy with showering with you after dinner, but he now finds it the best part of the night

Sharing each other's company and helping one another get clean is incredibly comforting to him

After getting all cleaned up, you both sit down on the couch together and read a book

Sometimes you both read separately and just bask in each other's silence for a while

But other times you switch off on reading out loud to one another, the other person resting their head on their lap

This is typically accompanied with a cup of tea, Norman's favorite treat at the end of a long day

Once you both become tired, you will head to the bedroom and slip under the covers next to each other

He likes to face you while you sleep, making sure you're comfortable before he finally closes his eyes for the night

Billy Loomis

Billy can be a bit unpredictable when he comes home at night

If the killing spree went well, then he comes home with a big smile on his face, arms open wide for your embrace

But if things didn't go as planned, he'll be very quiet coming home, heading straight to the shower

But no matter what mood he's in, he wants you there

You join him under the hot water, helping him clean off all the blood and dirt

Once he feels your touch, he relaxes and holds you close to him

If he feels like it, he'll tell you about the night and how things went

But if not, you're both just happy to be with each other in the comfortable silence

Once clean, you both get changed into warm clothes and watch some TV for a while

Horror movies are a must with Billy, so munching on some popcorn and candy with a scary film on is the perfect way for him to unwind

He loves when you scratch his scalp during the movie, practically melting under your touch

Once he becomes tired, he'll hoist you up and to the bedroom

He'll plop into bed and pull you into his arms

This is when you both share your stories of the day and the good things that happened if not already done in the shower

He'll kiss you deeply before dozing off, thankful to have you there beside him

Stu Macher

He's always bursting with energy when he comes home to you

The door flies open and he has you spinning around in his arms

He's talking a mile a minute, describing every detail of his night

You're always just so happy to see him glowing and unharmed, so you listen intently with a smile on your face

Once he finally comes down from his high, he gets the munchies and raids the kitchen for a bit

After this, he just wants to cuddle and watch TV, but you always insist on him hopping in the shower

The boy is a sweaty, bloody mess

With some puppy eyes and a promise to join, he's finally convinced to get cleaned up

He always insists on having the water scorching hot for whatever reason, so you basically feel like your in a sauna

However, he makes up for it in scalp massages and soft kisses along your shoulders

Once you're both clean, you quickly brush your teeth and hop into matching pajamas (he insists)

You then cozy up in bed and turn on a movie

You almost always fall asleep with the TV still on, limbs intertwined with one another

Eric Draven

Eric rarely comes home while you're still awake

He tries his best to stay quiet, but you somehow have an internal alarm at this point and always wake up after a while

He tries to shush you back to bed each time, but you insist on helping him get cleaned up

You take his dirty clothes and set them on a chair, leaving that mess for the morning

You then start the bath and light a few candles

Eric enjoys the light of a flame more than the artificial lighting in the bathroom

He holds you close to him in the tub, gently caressing your arms and back

You're also eager to return the favor, carefully running a wet washcloth over any grime and dried blood left on his skin

He simply tilts his head back and closes his eyes, finally relaxing for the first time that night

You've fallen asleep together like this a couple times, only waking up once the water became cold

Once you're both in comfy clothes, he carries you to bed and tucks you in

He spoons you and rakes his fingers through your hair, humming random melodies he plays on guitar sometimes

This always lulls you back to sleep

Eric doesn't sleep much, but he'll rest his eyes from time to time

And he's only able to do so when you're against his chest

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itspeachyp0p · 2 months

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Just think about it for a sec. Setting Valentin's Day, you not so secretively hinting what day it is, him pretending he can't exactly remember why today is so special. You’re upset no matter how much he thinks it's cute to play dumb, even if he's hiding a little surprise for you. You go out with your girls, have a little fun night out, maybe come home a lil tipsy and come home to him waiting on you in just…a robe, his boxers, or maybe fully nude and standing behind something to tease you with his V-line.

Candles illuminate the room, gifts or sweets await you on the table and he's looking at you like you're a masterpiece even with your jacket hanging off of you and still a little mad. I'm talking about the men who pick you up and put you on that table, pushing your legs as far as they’ll go with a sly grin. “What pretty? Mad at me? Lemme fix that.” is the only thing he says before pulling your panties to the side and eating you like a starved man. Sucking and flicking his tongue at your clit until you’re whining, moaning into you like he's dining on a 5-star meal. He’s not stopping until you’re crying from overstimulation, drawing every orgasm out of your body as he greedily laps at your juices and only raises his head from your thighs to chuckle at your disheveled state. “You got another in you, I know you do. No, no, let me spoil that pussy, cum in my mouth again.”

Or or .ᐟ.ᐟ

Men who are bending you over the counter and pulling whatever clothes you got on out the way once you start whining and bratting he forgot today. “Baby I didn't forget a thing, you were just being impatient.” He’s so nonchalant about it, pissing you off more as you wiggle under him only to be meant with his chest pressed against your back and his weight fully on you. “You can either cut the shit and I'll fuck you until morning or take a few spankings and no dick.” With an ultimatum like that you shape up quickly, pressing that new nail set into the countertop as he backs off you, stripping your lower half to see you're already ready for him. “Wet from just that, I haven't been giving my needy girl the attention she deserves, I'll make up for it.” He definitely makes up for it, stuffing you nice and full with his cock. Giving you long, hard and deep strokes that reach that one spot that makes you cry out, kissing your neck, whispering the nastiest things in your ear until you’re cumming all on him and he's switched paces just to hear that sweet sound of skin slapping. Maybe be fills you with his cum, maybe he pulls out and paints your ass with it. Either way you’ll have forgotten all about him making you mad.

No matter which it is he's going to pull you into his arms, holding you tightly as he whispers “Happy Valentine’s Day, babe”

Jean Kirschtein, Keigo Takami, Connie Springer, Erwin Smith, Tetsurou Kuroo, Atsumu Miya, Tooru Oikawa, Jason Todd, + Any of your favs(or JJK men but I just started it and idk who fits)

#smut imagine #imagine #x reader #quick write #attack on titan x reader #dc x reader #haikyuu x reader #my hero academia x reader #jean kirschtein x reader #connie springer x reader #erwin smith x reader #hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #miya atsumu x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader

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the-daydreaming-show · 8 months

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Midnight thoughts on Batmom and her children's clothes.

WARNING: My mother was like this, Not on the money side, though. And you ask:¿Ella, are you projecting?, and I will answer: No. ¿Were you got such nonsense idea?

This gif represents my mind right now. I should be sleeping.

Batmom keeps its kids SPOTLESS when it comes to dressing. She doesn't control what they wear, but her kids have only the best brands on them. And if she couldn't get whatever they want in the best brand, it's gonna will be tailored for them.

JUST THE BEST FOR HER BABIES.

And she does not repeat it, there is no such thing as the younger brother taking the clothes of the older one in this family. Each child has their own style, autonomy and clothes, and they rarely agree on those things so sharing is never an option for them when it comes to clothing. If her baby grows out of their clothes, Batmom donate it or keep it for future grandchildren.

I mean, I'm talking about #silentluxury for her children, from they feet to the tip of their heads.

The funniest thing about all this is that most of the time they do not even realize it. It's not until a Gotham news forum pulls out a detailed article about the Wayne's silent luxury fashion and how it dates from Dick's early days at the mansion to the present day with Damian that they notice the pattern.

Like, imagine newly-reunited-with-his-family-but-still-rebellious Jason wearing a sweatshirt of the brand The Row that clearly bought his mom and costs at least $ 800 that he can not pay because he is a rebel and does not need his dad's money but he acepts gifts from his mum, of course.

Or little Dick returning from a day of art classes (because Batmom decided to give him other extracurricular activities other than a vigilante dressed as a traffic light) excited with his Dior jeans of $ 1300 dollars stained in paint, but with a work of art in his hand that he did only for his mommy.

Or Tim, wearing a pair of $450 black Gucci sandals, walking half-asleep out of his college class after he didn't hear his alarm, so he left with the first thing he found from his apartment.

Or Damian, putting one of his cashmire sweaters on Titus at Christmas, wearing a maching of his own, equally expensive and soft.

Also, imagine Cassandra only wearing THE BEST in balett shoes and equipment, totally unconsciously of the amount of money that really costs, all that because neither Batmom nor Bruce ever told her because it's nothing really that expensive for this family.

And no matter how many clothes they ruin. Never. And I repeat: NEVER their mom will allow her children to have something less.

(They are more spoiled than they themselves even realize.)

Bruce got jealous at some point and started letting Batmom choose his wardrobe as well.

Allright, NOW I'm done.

Good night.

#ella talks #batfamily x reader #batmom #jason todd x batmom #tim drake x batmom #batmom!reader #batfam x reader #dick grayson x batmom #damian wayne x batmom #Batmom!ScarletWitch!Reader #Our boys deserve all the good in this world #They are mommys children #Every single one of them #No eseptions #i have to go to bed #I spend allí o time looking for the prices of very expensive clothing for this #I fell poor

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clockwayswrites · 1 year

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Like Betta Fish Do- Part 3

Masterpost of ao3 link and all parts. wc: 1263

“Sorry for intruding on your haunt! Total accident. Please don’t disembowel me. Sorry again,” Dick read off the card that had been tucked into the gift basket. He glanced from the card, to the rest of the assembled batclan, and back to the card in confusion.

Of course Dick had insisted on coming with Jason to check over Crime Alley. Of course when they found the basket Dick had insisted on bringing it back to the Cave to be tested for poisons—

“They’re bathbombs, who’s going to fucking poison bathbombs.”

“We’ve seen weirder, Jaybird.”

—and so of course the whole family was there now.

Before Dick had even let them move the basket, he checked it out for basic booby traps. (To be fair, this was the first thing Jason did too.) Once the basked had been to the Cave, it was checked over, again, by various Bats. Then, Tim had taken all the contents to run a chemical analysis on the chocolate and bathbombs (seriously, who poisons bathbombs?). And finally, Bruce gave the all clear on examining the basket itself.

Dick had snagged the little card out of it’s little envelope before Jason could even make a grab for it and read off the message. “’Please don’t disembowel me’? What the fuck, Jason.”

Jason raised his hands up with a shrug. “Don’t ask me. Sure, ‘please don’t behead me’ I could get—” he ignored the slight flinch that caused from Tim and Bruce— “But pretty sure word has gotten around that killing isn’t really my sort of MO anymore.”

Thankfully the computer beeped before they could get into all that.

Again.

Tim read over the results before announcing, “Report came back clean on everything.”

“Huh.” Dick seemed actually surprised by that. Jason was feeling really fucking done with his family.

“Perhaps a chemical inside the bathbombs that will explode when exposed to water?” Damian suggested.

Really fucking done.

“We do all get how messed up it is that your brains go there, right?” Duke asked. (Duke might be Jason’s favorite at the moment.)

“Can’t be that,” Tim said, ignoring Duke’s comment about their mental stability with practiced ease. “I took a sample core all the way to the center. It really is just a basket with bathbombs and some chocolate.”

“Sweet,” Stephanie said as she made a lunge for the box of chocolates. Jason quickly pulled the basket and its contents out of reach.

“Back off, it’s my gift,” Jason said with a snarl that was only half for show. As much as he had calmed back down, he still felt tense— like there was a heavy weight in the center of his chest.

Damian gave him a wholly unimpressed look. “Why? Do you deserve it for, and I quote, not disemboweling someone?”

“I mean, I haven’t,” Jason said with a shrug as he grabbed his helmet; the gift basket was tucked securely under the other arm.

“Jason, we have to talk about this,” Bruce said in that tone of his; the one that implied Jason was making a stupid mistake. The one he always seemed to have—

Jason shook the thoughts away. He didn’t need to tempt the Pit today by doing down that path. He could feel that green tinged anger lurking on the edge of his mind already. He kept heading to his bike. If he got out of here, the temptation to pick a fight would go away. He knew that. He just had to make the choice to walk away from the fight. “Fuck no. Look. I’ll check my system and put up new cameras or some shit, okay?”

The footage on every camera he had up around the exterior of his apartment had either shown nothing at all or had glitched out into a fuzz of static. There had been someone at his door— a slight person, dark clothing— but that's as much detail as they could get. Which was, sure, concerning, but seemed like no harm no foul. (Not that the rest of the family agreed with that assessment.)

“I’ll bring over some better cameras in a few days and check through your system,” Tim said, already turning his attention to the task.

Jason didn’t want that.

He didn’t want anyone else messing with his system. But he was starting to understand that having his hands on the information of his family was Tim’s way of showing he cared. Jason hated it, but he understood it, so he’d allow it. He owed Tim more than a little acceptance. He owed Tim so much.

“Sure thing, Replacement.”

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Jason spent hours going over every inch of his place when he returned. None of the traps or markers had been triggered to show that anyone had actually come inside his space. The feeling he had experienced at dinner hadn’t come back. All that he felt was a slight unease and that was easy enough to dismiss as lingering feelings from earlier in the day. It wasn’t any worse than a Pit hangover.

Finally, satisfied that his place was secure, Jason sank down onto his couch with a huff of air.

The gift basket mocked him from where it sat on the coffee table. He’d dumped it there when he first came in, ignoring the odd present in favor of making sure that his place was safe. It would have been convenient for someone to break in and set up a trap while they were off dealing with the basket, but no one had. Now both him and the Pit were settled and the basket was still there.

Who the fuck gave bathbombs for not being disemboweled?

Leaning forward, arms resting on his knees, Jason plucked out the card. It was a simple thing, just a bit of cream cardstock in a little envelope. No logo or distinguishing features. The writing was a scrawled, half cursive— just this side of legible. Distinctive, but not any handwriting that Jason recognized. It wasn’t signed.

That would have been too easy.

That was the real issue of it all, wasn’t it? Who would leave a note like that for him? Jason Todd shouldn’t be getting a note like that. Red Hood, sure, he could understand getting such a message. He hated it a little, now that he was further away from the worst of the Pit Rage, but he got it. But him as Jason? Reclusive, miraculously returned son of Bruce Wayne? Jason shouldn’t have anyone afraid of him like that.

It spoke to someone knowing of his life as vigilante turned crime boss turned vigilante again, and that was dangerous. It was dangerous for him. It was dangerous for his family. It was dangerous for Crime Alley.

It was just another fucking thing he had to deal with. As if it wasn’t enough to having only recently, officially, returned to the living. There was also the work he was trying to do as Red Hood, the work he was trying to do for Crime Alley as Jason, and the effort of trying to spend more time with his family (preferably without stabbing anyone). Now he had this mystery too.

Maybe the bathbombs actually were a good gift and didn’t that idea make him scowl. When was the last time he’d actually taken some time to just relax? It had to be a while with the size that his ‘to read’ pile had grown to was any indication.

He could use one. They were just bathbombs.

He could run a warm bath, relax, crack open a book, eat some chocolate… and just try not to worry for a bit. Nothing was going to be solved tonight. Bruce had ordered him off patrol— which normally wouldn’t stop him, but Cass had given him big worried eyes too. There were no other pressing matters. His apartment was secure…

Fuck it. He grabbed the little basket and headed to the bathroom.

Time for some self care.

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AN: We'll likely get a Danny scene to cap chapter 2 off, but I though this was a nice little bundle to post! And my poor migraine is going to get even worse with the Artic front so wanted to get this posted~

Thank you all for such a lovely response on the other parts! This will be going up on ao3, but I want to get at least three chapters done first to get a little buffer. Everyone who asked should be in the tag list (as of yesterday), but if I missed you, or you want to be added, just let me know in the replies!

Stay delightful my darlings!

#dp x dc #dp x dc fanfic #red hood #jason todd #batfamily #like betta fish do

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igotanidea · 2 months

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Forgetter: Jason Todd x reader

This was one hell of a day.

(this narrator got a feeling like she's been using this line in the story way too often, but hey! Y/N had a really busy and hectic life so what do you expect me to say?)

No, but seriously.

When she got into the shop in the morning before work to do some quick grocery and saw the flowers and buquetes standing pretty much everywhere, her first thought was what's the occation.

Took her three hours to realise the date on the calendar.

February 14th

St. Valentine's Day.

And it made her smile wondering what kind of gift her beloved boyfriend would offer her. Honestly she would be over the moon with just one flower or a simple card, but knowing Jason and his deeply hidden romantic soul he would go for something original.

So all that was left was waiting for the evening till the end of her shift and getting home to have some hearty celebration.

***

8 hours passed in a blur. Between a ton of people wanting something, new cases and stuff needed ASAP or even yesterday, stupid photocopier that refused to cooperate and a few small but quite painful paper cuts there wasn't much time to fantasise.

And all she needed for some love, peace and quiet, perhaps a glass of wine and chocolate, movie and cuddles with her favourite teddy bear while whispering sweet words of some long forgotten Romanticism poet.

Instead, she walked in on a blood stain on the floor. A red trail starting from the window and leading to the kitchen.

KITCHEN.

Out of all places that was the one he decided to crawl into, and it made her shiver. There might have been a few reasons behind his (lack-of) logic, but this room was the only one filled with sharp tools perfect for defence. Or attack. Depending on the side.

"JASON!!?!?" she yelled dropping her bag on the floor and completely forgetting about the necessity of keeping quiet while in a potentially dangerous situation. "JACE WHERE ARE YOU!?!?!" she frantically rushed to the kitchen searching for dead bodies or chopped limbs.

There was no such thing.

But-

the pile of dirty dishes in the sink

the mobs of clothes begging for laundry

unidentified stains on the floor, the origin of which she didn't even want to guess

and the smell of burning.

and her wonderfully wonderful boy wonder sitting in the middle of it all, shirtless (which may have been a mildly mitigating circumstance) with some new fresh cuts and bruises (which were definitely aggravating the situation) patching himself up.

"Hey princess." he said jauntily sending her the most charming smile as if this was all normal.

"Jace--" she opened her mouth to say something, anything but no words came out and she just froze in the middle of the kitchen with empty eyes fixed on his silhouette.

"Hey. Hey Y/N? What happened? Look at me." despite the stinging and half-applied stiches he got alarmed and was by her side immediately. "Baby. Come on, talk to me." his hand on her cheek brought her back to reality.

"What- What is all this?" she half-sobbed waving her hand around the mess.

"Oh, yeah, right, sorry about that. Didn;t really have much time for the house maintenace today. I got a trail of this villain that-"

"Villain....?" she stuttered. Any other day, any other night she wouldn't say a thing about his Red Hood duties, but 14th? Did it mean nothing to him.

"Yeah, I've been hunting him down for weeks now and-"

"Jason..."

"I got involved and lost sense of time I guess while--"

"Jason..."

"Look I promise I will clean it later, after --"

"TODD!" she yelled in frustration

"WHAT?" he spat back instinctivelly getting into fighting mode when her scream spurred him on. "shit. sorry. Sorry baby, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to shout at you... Hey! Hey Y/N, please, don't cry!" the tears falling down her cheeks were both confusing and heartbreaking "god. fuck. I'm sorry. I;m so sorry..." he muttered wrapping arms around her and pulling her to his chest feeling guilty like never before.

"What day is today...?" she sobbed, the words a bit muffled due to the squeeze.

"Wednesday."

"What day of the month?!"

"14th...." his eyes grew wide "Oh, holy fuck...."

The amount and variety of curses that rushed through his head are not to be repeated here.

The one that took the spotlight though was something along the line of him being a total fuckup for forgetting the so-called most romantic day of the year.

Holy fucking mother fuckery fuck. (yeah, I know what I said before about not quoting his thoughts, but screw it, he was wailing in self-hatred).

And even if it meant nothing to him, it meant so much to her. And she was his girlfrend, his lover, his soulmate so this was a huge, huge failure on his part.

"Y/N..." he whispered not sure how to proceed but knowing well enough he had to thread carefully. "Y/N, princess, please forgive me...." the grip on her body tightened significantly as Jason headed to the rage fit and was barely holding back from punching a wall in blind fury on himself for letting her down.

"I just wanted some quality time with you..."

"Quality time?" he repeated. That was a surprise. So she didn;t want flowers? Jewellery? Chocolate? A spa weekend? An expensive shopping on his expense. Cause he would give her all that if she said a single word. But she chooses...

"Yeah, quality time." she pulled back and looked up into those remorseful green eyes. "Just you and me. No vigilante. No Red Hood. I know it's a lot to ask, but please... please..., be Jason Todd for me tonight."

"Y/N." his tone was serious and she knew what was coming.

"Ok... Ok, I get it..." she muttered, avoiding his eyes, wriggling to escape his embrace.

"Don't you move away from me, you silly girl!" he grabbed her waist again and carried her to the couch bridal style. "Quality time. You want it you got it."

"Did you just paraphrase--"

"Ariana Grande. Yes. But trust me, she got nothing on you."

"Does it mean--?"

"I'm staying with you. But only on one condition."

"And what may that be?" she smiled softly, nuzzling against his chest.

"You get into your silly head that I love you every day of the freaking year, ok? I don;t need those five special days to go overboard while forgetting the other 360. My love is always with you."

"You only say it cause you're too much of a pussy to admit you fucked up." she teased, but smiled fully through the remnants of the tears

"Oh did I really?" he brushed lips over hers "did I really fuck up?"

"Big time..."

"guess that leaves me 364 days left to beg for your forgiveness."

"Idiot!" she punched his chest playfully

"Come on sweatheart we both know you love me." he grabbed her wrist and kissed the inside of it before planting soft pecks on each of her knuckles while looking deep into her eyes.

"Yeah... you keep telling yourself that..." she hummed.

She loved him.

#jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #jason todd x you #red hood x you #jason todd x y/n #red hood x y/n #jason todd fluff #red hood fluff

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dolliestfairy · 10 months

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Dolliest 🎀

Vincent Sinclair, Jason Voorhees, Asa emory, & Patrick bateman with Chubby!fem!reader who dressed like a Doll! ʚ ₊˚ ᥀✿

Author Note ✿ : hello lovlies, sorry i have been on a break for like 3/4 days because i just like um.. really need some break and also i had a lot activities going on, but i still try to write something for you all, so please sit down and enjoy :). if you like my writings please give me reblogs and feedbacks. tysm! also we almost got 140 followers atp, Tysm for your support lovlies!!

Trigger Warning ✿ : insecurities, fluff, some murder stuff idk, blood & insect mentioned, and some comfort also :), and maybe some misspelled word. overall enjoy! Reader skin color is NOT announced.

Dividers from @v6que ꒰ঌ ໒꒱. Gifs are not mine.

✿ Vincent sinclair

- you're an Art, thats what Vincent think the first time he saw you.

- and oh my god... he freaking loves it watching you dressing yourself!!

- believe me, he would never let anyone take down your confidence, if the one who take down your confidence is his brother (take example : Bo Sinclair) he wouldnt be scared to defend you like it his life-priority.

- but if the one who takes down your confidence is his next victim?? they are dead. even if the victim was important bla bla bla, he doesnt give a fck. how dare they talk down to his beloved partner?? such a unforgivable act.

- Love, i mean﹍LOOVEE drawing you. you're gonna see THOUSANDS paper with a drawing that look Exactly like you, EVERYWHERE. he even had his own fav drawing that he's dedicated to you.

- he, drawing you, and protecting you from anyone who mocks you including his brother, is a way of how he show himself that he is truly in love with you.

- if you're feeling insecure? better be ready to be suffocate from his affection.

✿ Jason Voorhees

- Man is silently drooling behind his mask.

- kinda like a Mommy kink....

- love the way you dress yourself with those soft pink dress and accesories, those glam nails and hairs and those soft makeup... perfect.

- but theres a time where he felt himself is not appropriate for you.

- we know this man is a insecure boy, but if you manage to cheer him up with your own way, istg your life is going to be put into this big mans life-priority.

- like.. he'll do everything to keep you happy.

- sometimes he even steal accessories or clothes or even make up that he found from his victim, where he collect them all and give them all for you.

- you might feeling kinda nasty seeing those gift is still covered in blood and with like a rotting-corpse smell... but if you accept it brightly he's gonna die on that place & in that moment.

- really love you. if you're insecure, he's going to slit somebodys throat for making you that way, but if you're feeling insecure because your own self? well then, he's going to go to hunt some victim, to get some MORE AND MORE stuff that you may like, well i mean.. thats just how he shows his love for you. his chubby doll 🎀

✿ Asa emory

- didnt know how to feel....

- but he does somehow, loves the opposite vibes you both gave. like he's the bad murderer boy who likes insect and some nasty nasty stuff, life in a nasty place and then theres you! who brighten up the nasty place he live in, always dress like a doll, pink pink, Vanilla perfume n stuff..

- just perfect and balance combination.

- when his victim saw who he is and when they saw YOU who is behind him they're gonna find themself asking "y-you.. you-you didnt get k-killed?..." and only to get the answer of him "she's my Princess."

- BUT... thats on a rare occassion. sometimes he just called you "my partner" or something. but if he's feeling in a good & cocky mood then he's going to call you his princess.

- and just like jason, he likes to give you a beautiful beautiful stuff who is always & almost covered in blood.

- if he's sees you wearing the stuff he gave you he can feel his cold heart melting.

- jk.. he doesnt feel his cold heart melting, because you already melt him in the first place. he just can feel his cold & thick heart is being burned by your affection.

- and when i'm telling you this.. he's enjoying, every, single, one of it.

✿ Patrick bateman

- oh my god..

- he's a real cocky man. but let me tell you something..

- HE SPOILS YOU SOO MUCH LIKE OH MY GOD.

- like i'm not even joking. he spoils you... really really spoils you to the bone, to your soul like you feel like you're suffocating.

- because he's still a patrick bateman, he loves to suffocate everyone, you're no expectation. the only differences is that he suffocate other people with death.

- but with you?... oh he's going to suffocate you with.. LOVE, LOVE & LOVE!

- in which he doesnt even believe any of that.

- but he does, believe it with you.

- patrick is a aware man. he knew himself real well, so when he found himself on a one knee for you, he found himself surprised and well um.. unbelieveably.

- never in his wildest life he would ended up with someone like you.

- at first he tried to denied, but as times goes by, he cant help, but felt his cold and tough soul was slowly melting over your words and touch.

- you're so.. so.. precious. soft, and round.. need to be protected and loved.

- it has been Too long for patrick bateman since he have been feeling this type of.. feelings.

- but you manage to somehow make him feel it again! and he wont waste it!

- the way he suffocate you, choking you with his affection and love is just how he shows himself how madly he is in love with you..! please dont waste it darling, please dont..

- let your soft appereance burn his cold soul as he would burn this world for you.

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dxckgrxsonx · 2 years

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Half My Soul

Pairing - Jason Todd X (F) Reader Words - 4.6K Warnings - SMUT 18+ - Graphic Sexual Content - Unprotected Sex - Swearing - Choking - Dirty Talk - Multiple Orgasms - Crying - Begging - Jason makes reader Embarrassed - Jason is giving major Dom Vibes - Car Crash mention at the start (Reader hits Jason with her car lol) - Fluff at the End. Notes - I have nothing to say for myself. The idea of the reader wearing Jason’s holsters came to me in the middle of the night and I scrambled to come up with something resembling a plot. I love you all very much and hope you like this!! 💕

MASTERLIST

You spin into his life with no clear trajectory.

For a second he thinks you’re a misfire, a stray bullet fired straight into the centre of his armour-covered chest. He feels your impact burn, the bones of his spine shaking in response to a wound that isn’t there. There’s adrenaline bleeding into his bloodstream and while Jason knows his mind works a mile a minute, it goes completely silent when he looks at you.

Because you just hit him with your car.

And he’s lying on his back in the middle of the street like a moron.

“Oh fucking shit! Please don’t be dead.” Your voice registers vaguely in the back of his skull, there’s a shrill note of panic weaving through your words and he’d laugh if the breath wasn’t knocked from his lungs. “Also, please don’t sue. I’ve got no money, the only thing you’d win in the settlement is my fucking cutlery.”

He could use some new cutlery.

“It’s not even legally mine.” You continue, lost in a ramble. He thinks you’re going into shock. “I stole it from IKEA. Oh god. They’re not even metal, they’re plastic! Who even uses plastic cutlery?”

He smothers a chuckle, sits up and starts assessing.

Jason knows the Lazarus Pit changed his body, offering abilities that would be labelled unnatural by any sane person. He’s given up on trying to catalogue all the ways the pit altered him, a large part doesn’t want to know, isn’t ready to process it. But he does know he’s stronger, harder to kill, quicker to heal.

You hit him with your car and the only thing he feels is a tight ache in his shoulder from where he slammed into your windscreen then the tarmac.

Some might call it a gift. On hard nights, Jason calls it a curse.

He pats along his thighs, searching for the holsters that house his dual pistols. He can’t remember when being armed became such a comfort. Somewhere between torture and death and rebirth. Either way, the cold metal bleeds into the tips of his fingers and he sighs, exhales the tension biting at his throat.

Until he pats his second holster and finds it empty.

There’s a split second where his stomach drops, a gaping hole swallowing the wet meat of his organs. The drop feels endless, feels like jumping from a building and realising you have no grapple to break the fall.

Jason reaches for the one pistol he has, moves to flick off the safety and point it at your centre mass. He didn’t see you as a threat, can’t see any bumps of concealed weapons under your clothes but he’s been wrong before, been foolish. He isn’t going to make the same mistakes.

“Oh,” You mutter, “I think this is yours by the way.” Jason looks at you, thankful that his helmet covers the horrified look on his face because you’re holding his pistol. “It kinda fell out of its umm–pocket?” He watches your face, cataloguing the way your pupils are so dilated he can hardly tell what colour your eyes are. You look at his helmet, then back at the gun and suddenly your hands start shaking. “This is a gun…I’m holding a gun, right now, in my hands…”

Inexperience shines fever bright on your face. Your fingers hold his gun clumsily, almost like you’re tugged between curiosity and fear. Jason tries to swallow the harsh words from his mouth, tries to control the reflective urge to snatch the gun from your hands. He’s never liked other people touching his weapons.

“Yes you are.” Jason finally says, mouth bone dry. “And it’s mine, so hand it over.”

Your eyes flick to his helmet for a split second, an unreadable expression slotting into place, “Would you mind if I borrowed it for a minute? I’m gonna go get myself some metal cutlery and live like a millionaire before I go to jail for running you over.”

Jason grabs his pistol before you have a chance to react. There’s no way you are using his baby to commit robbery.

“You’re not going to jail.” He sighs, slotting the weapon into its holster. It’s the truth, he’s in no way going to press charges against you for something that’s his fault. “No one in the right mind would sue you for plastic forks.”

“Oh I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware I was in the presence of royalty.”

You say it like it’s an insult and Jason, for the smallest second, finds himself thoroughly amused, the edges of his mouth quirking up in the ghost of a smile.

Swinging himself upright he glances at your car and brushes off the glass caught on his jacket. Staring at the windscreen he understands why his shoulder feels like it was dragged from its socket then shoved back in. His impact has shattered the glass, raining glittering shards over the road and all across the interior of your car.

“Look what you’ve done to my car.” You growl, hooking a thumb over your shoulder and gesturing wildly to the ruined windscreen. “How am I supposed to get home now? Better yet, how the fuck can I pay for the damage?”

Jason wants to run his hands through his hair, maybe tug at the ends in frustration. He’s already mentally run through the costs on fixing your car, has the numbers for two different people who could come and get the vehicle now and get working on it. They both owe him a favour after all.

But then one question remains: how are you supposed to get home?

Jason knows his bike is close by and the solution easily wades to the forefront of his mind. He doesn’t want to leave you to find your own way home in the middle of the night, especially for something that wasn’t your fault.

He’ll have to take you home.

Apprehension quickly follows the solution though, and there's a weight sitting heavy in his stomach, he thinks it might be the beginning of a warning.

“I’ll take you home.” He says, trying to swallow the taste of bile from his mouth. You’re not a threat, you didn’t hit him on purpose. It was his own fault for misjudging his landing from the roof above. “We’ll need to wait for someone to come get your car though, it’s not exactly in a drivable condition.”

You arch an eyebrow in his direction, hands still shaking, “Yeah. That does tend to happen when a masked idiot falls from the sky directly in front of your car.”

Turning his back Jason doesn’t reply. Instead he uses his helmet's heads up display to call someone for your car.

Watching you from over his shoulder as he speaks he measures your gait as you walk, checking for injuries hidden by adrenaline. You slide into the driver's seat, clearly ignoring the bite of glass scattered across the fabric. Leaning over the centre console Jason hears you click open the glovebox and pull something out.

Immediately he maps out his options, fingers hovering over his holsters.

“Don’t think it would be a good idea to leave my purse in there, huh?” Jason’s heart pounds beneath his ribs, blood rushing hot through his head. It’s not a weapon, you’re not going to attack him. You slip out and lean against the side of your car, thumbing through your belongings. “If anyone asks. Yes, I do have a valid licence.”

“You don’t have a valid licence?”

You roll your eyes and deadpan, “What did I just say?”

Shaking his head, Jason turns to face you fully, crossing his arms over his broad chest. Your eyes follow his movements, gaze lingering on the ripple of his muscles. Glancing away just as fast Jason can’t find it in himself to fight the smug smirk tugging at his mouth.

“Question–” You start.

“No.”

Frustration blazes across your face, jaw tightening. You shove off the side of your car with a growl, steps quiet as you stalk towards him, purse in hand. There’s a bright flash of something in your eyes, you look powerful, downright lethal.

Jason’s heart skips.

He can’t deny he finds it attractive. That your immediate response is to challenge him head on rather than go quiet and back off. Your whole posture flips in the blink of an eye and Jason finds himself responding, curious and giddy at the prospect of pushing your buttons. He knows it’s stupid of him, you might very well be in shock, you did just hit him with your car. But it's been a long time since someone looked at him like that.

“I will hit you with my car again. Don’t test me.” Jason grins, a mean flash of teeth hidden behind his helmet. You step easily into his space, getting up on your tip-toes to almost stand at the same height. Cute. “Anyway, as I was going to say–”

Jason finds himself distracted. It's a dangerous thing, to let your mind wander in the middle of the street in Gotham. He can hear the grumbling disappointment of his own brain, thinks that the voice it adopts sounds like Batman.

Jason swallows, fingers tapping along his holsters for comfort, reassurance.

The distraction is you and there's a part of him that hates it.

You’re on your tip-toes, fired up and ready for a fight. There’s not a single speck of fear swirling in your eyes and Jason doesn’t quite know how to react. Doesn’t know whether he wants to nudge you so you fall back onto the flats of your feet just to see your reaction, or press his mouth to yours and swallow all that controlled fury into his stomach.

“–we’re stopping at Batburger, right? I mean, hitting someone with your car really works up an appetite.”

His brain throws him out of his own head. There’s a disbelieving laugh caught in his chest, “Are you for real?”

You smile, and Jason’s head goes quiet again.

The dim street lights cover your face in shadows, features drenched in artificial light and darkness, but your smile is the brightest thing he’s ever seen. He thinks you’re ethereal, goddamn fucking beautiful.

“Deadly.” You breathe, rocking back onto the flats of your feet. “I’m going to see how many free packets of ketchup I can get.”

There's a heavy flip in his stomach and–

Oh.

This is what his brain was warning him of earlier.

You still manage to surprise him.

Like hitting him with your car as a first meeting wasn't good enough and you’re trying to one up yourself.

Jason thinks it’s in your nature, thinks that part of who you are is geared towards throwing a curveball at anyone close enough. It used to shock him, coming home from patrol in the early hours of the morning and seeing you awake and alert and doing something goddamn stupid.

Last time it was seeing how many glow in the dark stars you can stick to the ceiling. The time before that it was pulling all the spices out of the cupboard and mixing them together just to see what it was going to taste like.

Terrible.

This time though, he comes back from patrol swimming in frantic adrenaline to find you standing in front of the bedroom mirror. There’s an almost wicked look on your face, mouth tipped up in a mischievous smirk. It makes his fingers twitch with the overwhelming urge to touch you–even after all the time you’ve been together, Jason never tires of seeing you, touching you, loving you.

His eyes are greedy and he takes you in with measured appreciation, blood thrumming hot through his veins.

You’re in your underwear, wearing one of his worn shirts–the black one with the hole in the side.

With a pair of his holsters strapped around your bare thighs.

In the back of your head, you think pulling a gun on him might give you more of a reaction.

Jason goes strangely still. His silence reverberates throughout the apartment and there's a quiet part of you that just barely scrapes the blunt edge of apprehension. You wonder, for a split second if you’ve crossed a line. That the sight of you wearing his holsters offends him somehow.

After all, you know how protective he is over his weapons.

You look at him, twist so you can face him fully, then pause. There’s an apology balancing on the tip of your tongue and you find that you hate the taste of it. You shift slightly from foot to foot because sometimes–if he doesn’t want you to–Jason will almost close off his body language.

It took a long time to learn his quirks, to read between the thin lines he gives you. For a long time you think he was bracing himself for an endless fall. That he was purposefully preparing himself for you to decide he wasn't worth your time, like he expected you would wake up one morning and realise something horrible about him.

You never did, you never would.

Jason Todd is threaded through the delicate wisps of your soul. Tangled himself so deeply that sometimes, if you close your eyes, you don’t know where you start and he ends.

But looking at him now, you get a soft tug along the notches of your spine.

Wrapped in kevlar and dusted with gunpowder you think you understand the bolt of fear that runs through Gotham's criminals. Understand why that bright red symbol on his chest makes them scramble for cover.

Jason is tall and broad and fucking deadly.

The helmet over his head offers no reassurance, gives you a blank, emotionless stare that leaves your stomach half in knots. It’s hard to look for something tangible on something so blank.

His hand reaches up to press along the release mechanism and you hold your breath.

“Sweetheart,” Jason drawls, voice half shrouded in his modulator. “You are a motherfucking menace.”

The smile that breaks over your face feels like relief.

Spinning in a quick circle you rub your fingers across the rough fabric, thumbs hooking into the holsters. “You like?”

Jason’s eyes are appreciative as they rove over your figure, you feel the weight of his gaze skirt across your thighs and stop there. Tucking his bottom lip between his teeth you watch as his pupils blow out, darkness sweeping in over a bright blue horizon and swallowing everything in its path.

“You’re so pretty baby.” He says, helmet dropping to the floor with a thud. “I had no idea you’d look so fuckin’ good wearing those.”

Your smile turns hungry.

You almost want to sink your teeth into his jugular and never let go.

“Yeah?” You grin, edges of your mouth turning a little too sharp. “So you don’t want me to take them off?”

Tapping the pads of your fingers along the plastic clips you threaten to undo them and let the holsters slip off your thighs. Across from you Jason growls, low and threatening. Your skin prickles in response, hair along the back of your neck standing on end.

Between one blink and the next Jason has you shoved against the wall. Your spine trembles in response to his strength, fingers quickly smoothing along his lower stomach, searching for soft, warm skin. Resting his hands either side of your head Jason ducks to catch your eye.

“Nah baby, want you to keep them on so I can fuck you in them.”

His tone is authoritative, almost brushing the edges of an order.

You respond with a quiet noise and slip your hands under his shirt, finally touching the warm skin of his stomach. Tracing the hard lines of his muscles you feel them twitch under your gentle ministrations. Without breaking eye contact you rake your nails down his abs, scratching the sensitive skin to leave red marks in your wake.

Jason snarls in response and for the smallest second, you regret doing it.

One hand closes around your neck faster than you can comprehend and squeezes. The air drags through your throat and your eyes roll straight into the back of your skull.

“You just can’t be good can you? Not even for one second.” Jason hisses, lips touching the shell of your ear. “Just have to piss me off.” Your throat works hard under his palm, words trapped thick in your chest. “Nu-uh baby, you don’t need to speak, you just need to be quiet and take my cock.”

Sweeping his free hand over your hip Jason slips his thumb under the elastic band of your underwear. Snapping it against your skin he loosens his fist, tips your head back and forces you to expose the soft arc of your neck.

Vulnerability never came easy to either of you.

In the first few months Jason always chose his words carefully, never put himself in a position where he was exposed, where he didn’t have at least some advantage. He was curious but overwhelmingly afraid. You knew, even back then, that something had shattered him. Someone had broken him so brutally that he reflectively decided the only way to stay safe was to remain alone.

Sometimes, you wonder if his soul was pulled out of his body and replaced with something else.

Sometimes, you wonder if it was replaced at all.

And you?

Ex’s are ex’s for a reason.

You have no desire to relive that portion of your life.

Cupping his palm over your pussy, Jason places the slightest amount of pressure there and your mouth parts in a silent whine. Rubbing two fingers along your weeping slit Jason chuckles as he feels your swollen clit throb when he passes over it.

“You must really be desperate, sweetheart.” Jason mutters. “I can feel your horny pussy soaking through your panties.”

“Shut up.” You growl, embarrassment crawling up your neck.

“What?” He coos, circling your clit through the wet fabric. “You don’t like me talking about how wet you are? Don’t want me to tell you that I can feel you soaking my fingers after a few light touches? Fuckin’ Christ baby, I think you could come just like this, just from me rubbing your little pussy through your underwear.”

There’s something humiliating about how he points it out and you want to hide.

But you’ve never been this wet.

“Jay.” You whine, wide eyes darting over the ceiling, pulse positively thrumming under your skin.

The pads of his fingers press against your jugular, measuring the frantic thud of your heart. Humming quietly, Jason dips his head, mouths at the sensitive skin under your ear and you want to flinch. Dragging his teeth down your neck he licks over your pulse point, smiling when he hears your breath catch in your throat–feels your heart skip against his tongue.

Refusing to slip his hand under your underwear Jason keeps circling your clit. The fabric turns sticky, starts to mould to every dip and groove of your cunt. You feel it stick, warm and wet to the puffy lips of your pussy. You want to start crying.

If Jason was to look, you know he could see everything.

The thought is almost as mortifying as it is arousing.

Scoffing against your throat Jason moves one hand to your hip and stops you from rocking against his fingers. “You’re so easy, baby.” He teases, “A few gentle touches and look at you, desperate to come in your underwear.”

Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip you try to swallow back a moan. You think your thighs are shaking.

“Think I should make you keep them on after you’ve come.” He muses, thoughtful. “Or maybe I should come in them too, make you sleep with them on, all wet and sticky from our come.”

Part of you wants to strangle him just to shut him up, but your body betrays you.

Just like Jason knew it would.

You come with a desperate cry of his name, thighs trembling and threatening to give out underneath you. Tears well in your eyes, lashes wet, eyes glassy. Your clit twitches wildly against Jason's fingers, the rhythmic spasms barely felt through the fabric. Your walls flutter around nothing but empty air.

You ache.

Hooking his hands under your thighs, Jason hoists you up and guides your legs around his thick waist. A quick, surprised noise escapes from between your teeth. His strength never fails to make you feel like you’ve been hit by lightning, all buzzing and sparking like a live wire.

Spinning on his feet he dumps you on the bed.

Jason stands over you, leaves you spread out across the sheets, legs parted to give him a perfect view of the soaked piece of fabric sticking to your pussy. Dragging his eyes over the holsters still strapped around your thighs he groans, low and a little feral.

In the back of your head, you’re glad the sight of you wearing his holsters makes him so unhinged. For far too long he’s pulled that reaction from you when he gears up for patrol, something about the danger that gets you hot under the collar.

Sweat beads up along Jason’s hairline and he swipes it away absentmindedly.

Shifting onto your knees you rest your hands on his shoulders, twist your fingers into his hair and guide his mouth to yours. Licking into your mouth Jason sighs, the harsh line of his shoulders softening. Cupping your jaw to hold you in place Jason kisses you, warm and soft and lovingly. The taste of him coats your tongue and your eyes flutter shut when he nips at your bottom lip.

Letting you go, Jason grins, lips swollen and flushed a deep red.

Shoving you backwards he unclips his own holsters and lets them drop to the ground with a heavy thud. Unbuckling his tactical belt he wrestles with his pants and boxers, just barely getting them shoved down far enough to free his throbbing length.

Curling his hand around the base of his cock Jason groans and gives himself one, slow pump from base to tip. Precum beads up on the fat, flushed head and you find that you want to lick it off, want to have the heavy taste of him on your tongue.

Dragging you to the end of the bed Jason pauses, only for a second, but long enough for you to hook your thumbs into the elastic of your underwear and try to pull them off.

Growling your name Jason swats at the inside of your thigh. The sharp slap leaves your skin tingling and on a reflex you try to close your legs, but Jason simply shoves them apart and delivers another smack to the opposite thigh.

“What did I say I was going to do, baby?” He questions, a horrible glint in his eyes. Heat scathes across your cheeks, you think he’s set you on fire. Shaking your head you find that you can’t quite look him in the eye. “Come on, sweetheart. S’not that hard.”

“Jay,” You say, voice touching the edge of pathetic. “Don’t make me say it.”

Tipping his head to the side Jason coos, “Aw baby, are you all embarrassed?” The look on his face has you moving to hide, hands coming up to cover your eyes and block him from view. “M’not going to make you say anything. You’re going to say it because you’re a good girl.”

Tugging your hands away from your face Jason brushes his thumb over your lower lip. There’s a hint of softness swirling under his skin and you don’t know if he’s comforting you or manipulating you.

He’s always been good at getting his way. Uses your weaknesses against you to get what he wants.

“You’re going to come in my underwear.” You finally get out, voice quiet, small.

“And?” Jason grins.

Tears bubble up along your lashes and slip into your hairline, “Make me sleep in them.”

Pulling your underwear to one side Jason sinks into your pussy, the fat head stretching your slick walls apart. The thick girth of him burns as he splits you open around him and you hate that the slight pulse of pain makes you wetter, has you clamping down around him like a vice.

“There we go,” Jason says, “That wasn’t so hard was it?” Crying out when he pulls back and thrusts back in you shake your head, mouth parting to choke on a drawn out gasp. “See what you get when you’re good?”

Moving to press his palms against the inside of your knees Jason spreads you out wider, holds your legs down so he can shove his cock deeper. Your muscles stretch and burn and when you try to buck your hips up in retaliation Jason smiles because you can’t move more than an inch.

“Oh no baby, you’re not going anywhere.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Bleeding into a rough rhythm you moan, body shaking with the sensation of being so full.

“Jay–please–.” Your fingers twist into the sheets at your side. “I–I…fuck!”

“What do you want, baby?” He pants, sinking balls deep into your wet heat.

“Hng–Jay.” You sob, tears quickly streaming down the sides of your pretty face. A harsh thrust has your eyes rolling back. “Jason, oh please–please.”

“I don’t think you even know what you’re begging for, sweetheart.” He replies.

Arching your back you shudder, pleasure rippling and alive under your skin. Jason releases one of your legs to swipe at your clit and your voice cracks, then breaks on a shuddering cry when the pressure becomes too much. Your pussy gushes around Jason’s cock and you wail when your underwear soaks it straight up.

“Oh–oh, I’m…”

“Gonna come?” Jason finishes for you. “I know, can feel your messy pussy squeezing me.”

Not pausing in his rhythm Jason keeps rubbing your clit and you think your brain is going to rot right out of your ears. There’s a flicker of overstimulation across your nerves and your cunt clenches up tight when the head of Jason’s cock brushes over a soft, sensitive patch inside you.

“Oh really?” He says immediately, choking back a moan. “Right there?”

“Uh-huh.” Pulsing hard around his length again you want to crack your chest wide open. “Jay–s’close.” Scrambling at the sheets for stability you feel your head spin, think that being drunk on pleasure feels the same as being drunk on alcohol. “Please, Jason. I can’t–I’m not–please!”

“I know, baby. I know.” Jason soothes. “You’ve been so good for me.” Your clit swells against the pad of his finger and you balance on the blinding edge of oblivion.

“Come for me, baby.”

Your whole world implodes and Jason Todd stands at its centre.

Moving around the kitchen with practised efficiency Jason makes breakfast.

At two in the afternoon.

You sit at the kitchen table, eyes still soft with sleep. He finds it hard sometimes, to focus when you’re sitting there with warm afternoon light streaming through the windows. You must feel his gaze on your face because you look up, catch his lovesick gaze and smile.

He loves you.

Grabbing two plates he dishes up breakfast and pads over to the cutlery drawer. Tugging it open he grins, mouth pulling up into a beaming smile. Sometimes he can’t believe that he ever managed to live without you.

The first, and second time.

Grabbing the one set of plastic cutlery in the drawer he slides it across the table and when you spot it you laugh, eyes crinkling at the edges.

You’re so beautiful it hurts.

Under the soft light of the afternoon he thinks: you are half of my soul, the half that the pit took away and never returned.

Jason Todd loves you.

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