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bottom jason todd connoisseur o/ you need sexual themes set to show to see most of my posts btw!! gross content be mindful before following!! ʕ๑•⁠ᴥ⁠•๑ʔ not a writer just horny

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dick visiting the manor and finding jason smoking. jay expecting dick to be angry at him, or disappointed, after discovering his addiction. but dick just gently sits next to him.

it looks so considerate and welcoming. he doesn't know why it feels so vulnerable, but dick's eyes are so kind, and this kindness is directed at him.. it makes him want to open up.

so jay tells him about how cigarettes helped him go through gotham's winters and the hunger while homeless,

and the stress,

and the grief,

and the loneliness..

how he did tried to quit after bruce took him in, but he just– couldn't.

so dick offers to help. he propose a deal to jason: if he ever feels the urge to smoke, jason could just. kiss him, on the cheek.

it's dumb. it's such a stupid idea. but jason heart is beating so fast and he's sure his face is completely red.

he puts the cigarette away and then leans forward, shyly leaving a small peck on dick's cheek.

dick chuckles as he gets up, and before leaving the room, ruffles jason's hair.

dick leaves jason in the room, alone, heart beating uncontrollably, feeling a dopamine hit better than any cigarette ever gave him.

before jason realizes, it becomes an habit. doing it so often every time he sees dick, that he doesn't think about it twice.

the manor somehow feels warmer, filled with laughter as jason kisses dick whenever.

even the people of gotham swear they have seen robin kiss nightwing on the cheek occasionally. to the point a picture of robin going on his tippy toes to kiss nightwing's cheeks goes viral (and if that isn't the cutest darn thing)

then bruce and jason's relationship begins to sour

dick has to go to space for a mission

jason leaves to find his mother

he witness his biological mother smoke a cigarette while the joker ruthlessly beats him

and the last thing he remembers before he dies, is smoke filling his lungs.

(a little while after he comes back, dick makes the same offer he did those years ago, and this time it's a little less platonic.)

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double trouble

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visions of bruce repeatedly punching jason, standing over him, his knuckles painted with his son's blood, breathing heavily from exertion, as he keeps hitting him.

only after his anger subdued he picks him up by the collar of his shirt to kiss him. jason's mouth his coated with blood, stained red, and all bruce can taste is iron . and if that isn't the purest bond of love between a father and a son

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jason + this leather gloves

[heavensghost]

I used to be a hole in the ground, Katie Maria

[trinakeepstrying]

“I place the carcass of a bird at your feet. I love you but not in a way you understand.”

t. das, YOU’VE ALWAYS BEEN MORE OF A DOG PERSON

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slade that under sex pollen loses perception of his own strength.

being dosed with sex pollen it's never ideal for most people, but after being spent enough, it usually stops.

but for someone like slade, with enhanced stamina and strength it isn't so simple.

jason is used to take slade, and he's more sturdy than most, so when a drugged slade stumbles inside their apartment, he doesn't think twice before helping him out of his clothes. slade might be slightly out of his mind right now, but he dealt with sex pollen before. even if slade is anything but an ordinary human, he can take more than mosts..

jason is limp, all he can do is sob as the acute feeling of pain over takes him. he can feel his already broken bones being crushed under the intense pressure of slade constraining him, holding him down to fuck him violently.

he has bite marks gushing blood all over. he's certain his skin is no longer his natural hue, but an amalgamation of purples and blues.

he can't talk. his jaw was long dislocated when slade repeatedly shoved his cock inside his mouth for hours on end. the pop sound his jaw made while slade forced jason to take his cock to the hilt, over and over, didn't even deter slade for a second, as he viciously shoved his cock down jason's throat.

not that he could form a sentence if he wanted to, he feels more unconscious than present.

jason's asshole and pussy are both so bruised from the constant friction and relentless fucking, he can barely tell wich one slade is inside of, right now. blacking out sounds so appealing.. the though of closing his eyes and waking up safe and well rested, warm in slade's arms.. but he has to hold onto consciousnesses. he doesn't know how much more it'll take for slade to regain some control. he can't afford going unconscious with all of his injuries, even if his eyelids feel heavier by the minute.

slade is far too cunt drunk to notice jason is motionless and quiet.

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jason with piercings on his cock, but it's just pretty decorations, because no one gets to use it. jason's only purpose is getting his holes filled, the piercings are a reminder that it's useless. a reminder that his dick is only good enough to be a sensitive place to hurt. nothing more.

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bring your kid to work day except is bruce fucking jason on a large conference table with wayne enterprise employees watching

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jason being nothing more than a sex toy to bruce!! of course there's no accountability when he's rough with him. flashlights are supposed to make you feel good. doesn't matter if he's sore and everything hurts. objects don't have feelings!!

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daydreaming about someone raping jason, and after they're done with him dropping him on the ground carelessly. jason's face hitting the floor, drool seeping out of his mouth, getting kicked in his stomach, as cum oozes out of his used pussy.

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first pokemons :)

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slade enjoying to bruise jason. holding him down obscenely hard, appreciating the way each bruise forms on his skin.

always choosing red and purple skin to grab for pulling him back on his cock, to make him constantly feel the burn.

even when he's being too brutal jason just begs him to hit him harder, doesn’t like it when his bruises fade. he gets antsy when they’re gone for too long.

he's quite fond of seeing them on jason's body as well.

jason loves slade giving him brutal beatings. he always cums so hard, and so prettily when slade presses his hands on the bruises of his already beaten tummy.

the feeling of pain where slade hands touch him, mixing with the pleasure of being split open, making his skin buzz, and his brain quiet.

even as jason fades out of consciousness, it'll only be over when he's stuffed to the brim full of cum.

the pain will linger and he'll feel slade for days on end.

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omegas stealing an alpha's belonging to show romantic interest.

jason decides to do exactly that.

him and dick have been spending so much time together lately. and he can swear the affection in dick's eyes when he looks at him isn't platonic.

so with a burst of courage, tired of this back and forth, he steals nightwing's escrima sticks.

dick does find them.

inside jason. fucking himself open with them.

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make priest jason squirt and call that holy water

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omega jason suddenly going in heat. grabbing the closest thing to him, to fuck his growingly needy cunt. wich happens to be his guns.

if someone were to walk in, they'll be greeted with the sight of jason fucking himself with his own guns. one in his mouth making choke and gag and one shoved deep inside his pussy. the safety on both of them off.

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jason being able to afford fixing his teeth after being adopted by bruce, so now he has braces.

good thing he's always been good at minding his teeth with clients, so bruce has no problem fucking his face silly. he even finds jason braces covered in his cum to be quite cute.