#damianjason

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Christmas mood🎄

[inthenameofsephiroth]

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When Damian becomes a man

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Request from @tigerinmarch

DamiJay

JohnJay

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what if

[allourheroes]

“Thanks and all, but that makes me feel like a low-class escort, so.” - JayDami pleeeeeeeeease pretty please? I'll write you something in return <3

Damian is propped up on his elbows, wanton and gasping, wriggling back towards Jason.

Jason stifles a groan. It’s ridiculous. He so shouldn’t be doing this–even if his subconscious is congratulating him about what perfect revenge on Bruce this will be.

But if he isn’t going to do this, he probably shouldn’t be fingering Damian to within an inch of his life, shouldn’t have pushed Damian down on the bed when the boy tried to fight him. He curls his fingers, rubs, and Damian ruts back against him.

His cock twitches.

Yeah.

Yeah, this is happening.

Jason rips open the condom packet with his teeth and Damian’s movements slow. Jason rolls it on with practiced ease and Damian looks back at him, hungry. “Hold on a sec, kid,” Jason hears himself saying, wonders briefly how wrong it is to say that to the guy he’s going to fuck.

Hell, it’s not like no one’s ever said it to him, and with less affection.

Damian whines when Jason pulls his fingers free, but he lines up his hips.

“It’s just sex, Todd,” Damian huffs, impatient. “And if you’d like, I could pay your cab fare after.”

“Thanks and all, but that makes me feel like a low-class escort, so.” He sinks in with a groan. “Fuck, kid. You’re so tight. Sure you’ve been fucked before?”

Damian rams himself back with more force than is necessary–than is safe–and Jason grabs his hips.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Jason says with a chuckle. “Let me be the driver on this here ride.”

“-tt-” Damian’s body keeps moving, shifting. “Like I’d trust you.”

Jason leans down, breath hot over the shell of Damian’s ear and his hand giving Damian’s cock a squeeze. “Looks like you’re gonna.”

Damian swallows, his whole body quickly tensing and relaxing again. “If I must,” he grits out.

Jason smirks, slides his free hand up Damian’s spine and grabs his neck, presses him facedown into the mattress as Damian lets out an indignant noise. “Lemme guess,” Jason says, voice low. “Golden boy’s never been rough on you.” He jerks Damian slowly as he repositions himself, undulating his hips as he forces himself ever deeper.

“I don’t–” Damian struggles to catch his breath. “I don’t know who you could be referring to,” he grits out.

“Mh,” Jason agrees. “So that’s the game we’re playing. Guess I’ll pretend, too.” He pistons himself into Damian’s body and enjoys the way Damian squirms, both towards him and away. “You need someone who’s gonna fuck some sense into you.”

Whatever Damian says is muffled by a mouthful of comforter and Jason keeps fucking him, stroking Damian roughly, without finesse.

“And you’re gonna come harder than you ever have in your life,” Jason continues, the words coming out raw and harsh as he refuses to let up, to slow when it feels so good to go fast. He’s fucking Damian into the mattress, but he knows Damian can handle it.

Damian is tough. He’s gotta be with the way he can get under someone’s skin the way he does.

Jason is almost surprised when he feels Damian jerk, sobbing into the mattress as he comes, squeezing so tight around Jason that Jason can’t help but to follow him over.

When Damian doesn’t move for a long moment afterward, Jason tugs on his shoulder, makes him come up for air. “Embarrassed?” he asks, noticing Damian’s wince as he slides out of him.

“-tt-” And, again, with the noise.

Jason laughs. “Alright. Well, you know where to find me,” he says, sitting up and trying to make himself decent–decent enough.

“Todd?”

“Mmhm?” Jason pauses, halfway through lacing up his boots.

There’s a hint of something in Damian’s voice and Jason wonders if that’s what shame sounds like when it comes from the boy. “Don’t tell the others.”

Jason’s brain freezes up on him, but he nods, even if Damian isn’t turned to see it. “Yeah,” he agrees. “Sure, kid. Our little secret.”

He wonders if that next sound is a sigh of relief.

[incorrectbatmanquotes]

Damian Wayne: My MOM wears earrings. Do you think she's cool?

Jason Todd: No, I think she's hot! ...Sorry, it just slipped out...

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[FIC] right of passage

TITLE: right of passage

AUTHOR: werqin RECIPIENT: sinnaidle PAIRINGS: Damian/Jason with peripheral Damian/Dick, Jason/Talia, Jason/Bruce, Bruce/Dick WARNINGS: underage frottage, semi-public sex, choking, forced domination, dubious consent, fighting, unrequited feelings SUMMARY: Christmas is for kids, and growing up is all about realizing no one ever really gets what they want. NOTES: Happy holidays sinnaidle! This is my first time writing Jason and Damian together, but I tried to include as many elements of your prompts and general likes as I could. I hope you enjoy! ( right of passage )