jason todd who thinks he's never had a single emotion before his infatuation with u began... jason todd who can't stop following you—he doesn't even do that excuse shit. he knows its fucking disgusting watching you through your sheer curtains from across the street. you'd think his insane size would come at the cost of being discreet—you'd be wrong. he understands its depraved palming his dick through his jeans while you do your skincare and of course can fully grasp its insanely gross coming in his pants in the alley he's using for cover. he just doesn't care. he's only miffed that he'll have to spend an extra thirty scrubbing them off after he walks home. it won't stop him from doing it again tomorrow, he'll just have to be more aware of it. think you'll mind if he slips inside to clean up?
Pairing | Dark pervert!Jason Todd × innocent Batgirl!reader
Summary | When Jason gives in to his urges, they only get worse.
Warnings | Sexual content, 18+, lowkey misogynistic!Jason lol, non con pic taking, non con groping, non con oral, non con use of sleep meds, non con come eating, non con recording, everything in this in non consensual, cause she is unaware lol, adopted siblings, but like... he doesn't think of her that way and neither does she.
Words | 2k
Notes | I don’t even know man. I think I blacked out when I wrote this
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He doesn’t know how it happened. But all of a sudden it just quickly grew into a weekly routine, then a daily routine. Sometimes you would go out on patrol on days that he stayed home. So he used that time to go into your room.
It started out simple, looking through your underwear drawer, every once in a while pocketing one to rub his dick with later. But he quickly became bolder. He’d walk in your room, then pull his pants down below his balls to free his cock and use your panties to wipe the precum beading at the tip, so it would indirectly touch your cunt. Or he’d position your pillow on the edge of the bed and rut against it, like he would if it were you under him. He had to refrain from coming on it though, not wanting it to stain and draw attention. So he settled for just smearing precum on it.
Sometimes he’d even jack off to completion in your room. He’d go through your laundry hamper to find your panties from the previous day and put them against his face to smell you, then stroke his cock with them before bunching the fabric over the tip and coating them in his come.
When he eventually was not as easily satisfied from that, he set up a few cameras. He put one in the light, right above your shower, and another in the vent, aimed at your perfectly placed bed, but it also pretty much showed your entire room. Whenever you got back from patrol or finished training, he’d rush up to his room and wait in front of his open laptop, his cock already hard and leaking in his hand.
He watched you on the screen as you took off your slutty workout clothes and put them in the hamper before making your way to the bathroom. The first time he watched you shower he was completely focused on the sight of your nude body, but the second time he watched was when he got the idea. After you left the apartment, he walked in your room and jacked off the way he normally did, using your pillow or underwear, but stopped when he neared his orgasm. He headed to your bathroom and grabbed your body wash, then opened it and resumed fucking his fist.
It’s almost like you fucking wanted him to do this since you chose a body wash that was the exact same color and conistancy as his come. So you can’t really blame him. He debated jizzing in your face wash too, but even he’s not that cruel. The next day, he watched you shower, almost immediately coming when you rubbed the body wash over every inch of your skin.
He doesn’t even know how this idea came to him, maybe in a dream, but he wanted to do more with his come. The first time it was easy. Alfred made cinnamon rolls the day before and you took some home, so he decided to be a nice big bother and bring you one for dessert while you were studying. He stopped by his room and it didn’t take him long to come while he thought of what he was about to do.
“Come in.” You muttered when he knocked on the door. He walked in, closing the door behind him, and you didn’t even glance up from your textbook, chewing on your pen as you read.
“How’s the studying going?” He asked, taking a seat on the edge of your bed, near you.
“Terrible. But I feel better now that you’re here.” You said, turning to him with a wide smile on your face.
“I thought you could use a dessert break.” He returned your smile and held the plate out to you.
“Oh that looks amazing.” You said, taking it from him and immediately digging in. The first bite you had no reaction, other than an exaggerated vulgar moan that made his cock twitch, but the second bite, you paused and furrowed your brows.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, jeans becoming painfully tight.
“I don’t know, it just- it tastes a little funny.” You said, trying another bite.
“Maybe Alfred messed up something this time. Do you want me to get you something else?”
“No- no, it’s okay.” He knew you would say that. “It’s not… bad. It’s just different I guess. More salty?”
“Are you sure? I don’t mind.”
“I’m sure.” You gave him a small smile and continued eating, making small talk that he couldn’t focus on as he watched. Somehow this was hotter than the idea of you swallowing his come after he fucked your throat. Maybe because you were unaware.
Maybe, he thought with a scoff. More like definitely.
The next time he put it in your tea. He already knew exactly how you take your tea so he just added the milk and extra sugar to balance out the saltiness, then stopped by his room, making sure to hurry so it didn’t get cold.
You were studying again when he opened your door. You gratefully took the tea and started complaining about an upcoming test you had, but he wasn’t listening. He couldn’t. Not when you took a sip, then immediately started chugging it.
“This tastes so good, what’d you do?” You asked, barely pulling away from the cup to speak.
“Nothing special.” He shrugged. “I made it how I always do.” You bought it and continued drinking until the mug was less than half full. “You like it?” He asked, cock throbbing.
“I love it. Thank you, Jay, this was just what I needed.” You smiled, setting down the mug to get up and give him a hug. You pressed your body against his, making his hips flinch forward, but if you noticed, you didn’t say anything.
“You’re welcome, princess. You ever want more, I’ll happily make it again for you.” He tried to hide his smirk with a smile as pulled back.
The first time he put it in your tea, he stupidly brought a spoon to mix it. The second time though, he decided to forgo the spoon all together. He came in the drink, then without giving it another thought, used his own dick to stir it. It was weird at first, especially because he was still hard, but he did it, then watched the way you gulped it down, letting out a low, satisfied moan at the taste. Was putting his dick in tea with milk and sugar a bad idea? Maybe… But any and all consequences would be worth it.
It became an obsession, trying to put it in anything he could, and you never once questioned why some of the food he made tasted weird. When that wasn’t enough anymore, he came up with more ideas.
You’d started taking this pill to help you sleep, only on school nights though so you’d be able to get a full eight hours, and he knew he couldn’t let this opportunity go to waste. The first time he came into your room while you were sleeping, he was cautious- never moving too suddenly or making any noise. He didn’t want to take too much of a risk so he just lifted your shirt up enough to show your tits, then fucked his fist, making sure to come in his hand.
The second time though, he decided to be a little more bold. He was still trying not to make any sudden movements and he said your name throughout it to make sure you were still asleep, but he lifted your shirt and pulled the blankets down so he could see your panties and bare tits. This time he came on your chest, then grabbed your underwear from the laundry basket to wipe it away. As he was doing that though, you stirred, making him freeze. He waited a few seconds after you stilled again to finish wiping your chest.
He knew he had to make sure you’d stay completely knocked out so he decided to take matters into his own hands. Along with his come, he put something in your tea that should keep you dead asleep for a few hours. You drank it eagerly, moaning at the taste, making his cock throb. When your eyes started to grow heavy, he waited only a few more seconds before lifting you and carrying you to your bed. If you asked, he’d say you fell asleep and he just wanted to make sure you’d be comfortable. That’s why he changed your clothes too. Once you were completely bare on top of the sheets, he groped your tits, paying extra attention to your nipples as they hardened easily, making him smirk.
Suddenly moving away from you, he took his clothes off impatiently, then kneeled over your torso. He let his dick rest on your sternum, then pushed your tits together and started fucking them. You didn’t even stir, you just stayed completely still. When precum started beading at the tip, he released your breasts to grab his cock, then wiped his arousal over your lips. As he stared at your pink and now shiny lips, an idea formed.
He gently plugged your nose and you just barely shifted before you instinctively opened your mouth letting him slide in as he released your nose. He fucked your mouth slowly, trying not to go too deep. He wasn’t sure if your gag reflex would work the same while you were unconscious and he didn’t want to risk you throwing up on his cock.
He neared his orgasm much sooner than he would’ve liked and he let himself come in your mouth with a low groan. You let out a muffled sound, only moving a tiny bit underneath him. When he pulled back, your head lulled to the side and his come started flowing out of your mouth onto your pillow, but he paid no mind to it. It’ll dry before you wake up.
He got up and grabbed your underwear, putting it back on, making a mental note to start with that next time. When he picked up your pajama shirt, he debated just leaving you bare but that would make you suspicious so he did his best to put it on you without getting any of his come on his hands. When he did though, he just wiped it off on your cheek.
“Jay?” You mumbled, yawning and rubbing your eyes as you walked into the living room a few hours later.
“Hey, princess. You passed out on me, what happened?”
“I dunno, I just got so tired. Did you carry me to my bed?” You asked, sitting next to him on the couch.
“Yeah. And I changed you into your pjs so you wouldn’t have to sleep in your jeans.”
“Oh.” You looked down at your body, seemingly just now noticing what you were wearing. “Thanks, Jay.” You said, hugging his arm and leaning your head on your shoulder.
He could only wait two days before he had to do it again. You drank his come and the drug, then fell asleep on the couch, letting him carry you to your room. He made quick work of undressing you, then opened your legs and sat between them, not even bothering to do anything other than unzip his pants. Despite his eagerness, he wanted the first time he touched you to be something you remember, so he fucked his fist, gaze trailing all over your body.
He came with a moan, painting your cunt with his seed and letting himself rest for only a moment before grabbing your underwear and putting it back on, keeping his come in place. It soaked through the fabric relatively quickly, so he grabbed his phone from his pocket and took a picture, making sure to get your tits in the frame too. He pocketed the device and righted his clothes before getting up to put your shirt back on, already thinking of what he was going to do next.
fandom dc / neon moon au masterlist / @dollsdc-library
featuring vampire!jason todd x human!reader ( f! ) x vampire!dick grayson
rating none of my work is meant to be viewed by minors (anyone under the age of eighteen), and i will happily block any that interact with my posts or my blog.
content warning this is a dark fic, do not read if nonconsensual content triggers you! blood kink ( there’s so much blood lol ), fear kink, choking, nonconsensual feeding ( at first ), dacryphilia, glamoring/mind control kink, dubcon smut, fingering, threesome, spit kink, dp ( vaginal + anal ), overstimulation, ahegao, creampie, and cum marking
summary who knew a knock on your door could turn your life so upside down?
word count 6k / one shot
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the banging on your front door startles you awake.
with a strangled yelp, you sit up straight, and stare through your open bedroom door into the darkness of the hallway. listening. another furious beating of fists against your door. at first, you thought it might be the cops, the pattern similar for a moment, before you realize it’s a pair of fists— two at once, pounding against the barrier; a desperate plea.
growing up in Gotham should’ve made you more suspicious of middle of the night visitors so desperate for you to open the door that they’re trying to batter it down, but you couldn’t help but wonder: what if it was someone who needed help? what if someone innocent was on the other side of that door, being chased by one of the city’s many threats and you didn’t answer it? could you live with the guilt if you opened the door tomorrow morning to find a body on the step?
you frown, concerned, and pull yourself out of bed. the pounding was ceaseless as you escape the dim bedroom in a flurry, your sleepy apparel, an oversized Gotham Academy tee, belonged to an ex boyfriend from high school, but it had always fit you like a dress, and fluttered about your thighs as you hurry through the hall. only when you’ve flicked the switch at the end of the hall, the small living room flooding with light, that you hear the voice on the other side of the door. calling your name.
“I—I need your help, please… Open up…”
“Jason?” you whispered under your breath, practically ripping the chain lock. it swings wildly against the door as you flip the deadlock and wrench the door open. “Jason—“ your heart practically stops at the sight before you. bloodied fist prints painted the other side of the door, and your friend was covered in it. you could smell it before anything else, thick and metallic in the air, and you nearly want to gag, but you haven’t the time to react before Jason is collapsing— crumbling towards the floor like a house of cards in a thunderstorm. “Jay!” you cry out, scrambling to catch him, wrapping both arms around his midsection. “Jay? What happened? Are you okay?” you demanded, trying to pull him into the apartment. you can feel just how soaked with blood he is; his dark shirt saturated; it’s in his hair, drying on his face, and he’s leaving bloody boot prints on the floor as his legs go slack and his feet drag against it. he’s so heavy, much heavier than he looks. you’re unable to haul him in by yourself, and you huff, “Jay, can you walk? Can you come inside? Help me, please! You’re too… too heavy…”
somehow, he finds the strength, his sticky hands finding your shoulders and his boots pushing into the floor to assist in propelling him into the room. with a yelp, you stumble back. you’ve no choice but to slide to the floor when his muscles give out again, trying to soften his fall by guiding him towards the couch, his back hits the edge and he lets out a weak grunt.
“Oh, my God.” you exhale, sitting back on your knees. simply getting him inside had you panting, but now that you were sitting in front of him in the light, you could see why. he was hardly sitting up, his head lolling against the side of the couch, eyes rolling back in his skull with his bloody lips parted, jaw slack. “Hey, hey, Jay,” you mumble, grabbing his face with both palms. you could feel the blood like drying glue sticking to your hands, but you tried to ignore the queasy feeling in your stomach and shake him back to consciousness, “wake up. Come on, look at me, open your eyes and look at me!” he groans, lids flittering, and you can tell he’s trying. finally, his clear eyes try to focus on you, but they seem different than the last time you’d seen them. or maybe you were simply remembering them wrong; you hadn’t seen Jason in five years, perhaps you’d simply forgotten that they were so translucent that they seemed to glow… then again, when have you ever seen anyone’s eyes glowing like this? “Talk to me,” you plead, pushing his damp, dark tendrils back from his face, “how can I help?”
“Thirsty.” he croaked, and you thought maybe he was looking past you, over your shoulder towards the kitchen. “I’m thirsty.”
“Where are you hurt, what happ—“
“Thirsty!” Jason barked, effectively starting your heart like a furious engine. he’d never yelled at you before. one, blood slicked hand reaches for you.
you nod, taking it and carefully setting it down. “Okay, okay. I’ll be right back. Just… try not to move too much, okay?” you get to your feet, hurrying towards the kitchen, and you don’t notice the way his fist clenches at his side. grabbing a glass from the cupboard, you hurry to the faucet and fill it, trying not to watch the water ripple from your shaking hand. the blood smeared against the glass as you gripped it, so instead, you avert your gaze back towards the living room. you can only see his legs, splayed out. please be okay, you prayed silently, please be okay.
finally, when the water reaches the brim of the glass, you turn it off and spin on your heels, about to sprint from the kitchen when you catch your reflection in the refrigerator. the silver heavily distorts your countenance, but you can still see the crimson blurs, massive and ugly splotches of blood from your shoulders to your bare knees. you pause, staring into the reflection in horror, but looking down at yourself. it wasn’t any less shocking than in the reflection, seeing your night shirt streaked in what you suspected to be your friend’s blood. but you couldn’t linger there, you couldn’t fall apart because he still needed your help.
“Okay, here we go.” you whisper, hoping to soothe him as you kneel by his side again, one hand coming up to cradle the nape of his neck and urge him to sit up as you bring the glass to his lips. “Drink. It’s okay.” you feel a soft tickle of relief brought about when you watch him take in water, lips smearing ruby over the rim of the glass. he took a large gulp into his mouth, and you wanted to exhale. that was, until he choked on it. “Easy!” you pull him up straighter, concerned.
but Jason was gagging, sputtering and spitting water all over the floor as he floundered. with a powerful swat, he knocks the glass from your hand and it explodes when it makes contact with the floor, shattering by your knees. you jump, recoiling from him as he pulls himself to his knees and doubles over. both palms smack against the wooden panels of the floor as he coughs water up on to it. you stare in horror, unsure of how to help.
“J— Jay…” you mutter, watching him close, and inch closer, “where are you hurt? Can you show me?” he doesn’t answer, but he doesn’t pull away when you peel his soaking shirt upwards, examining his back for any injuries. with your fingertips, you prod carefully at his skin. it’s freezing, so cold that you’re in shock that he’s even still alive, but you can’t seem to find a single break in his skin, not a single bullet wound or gash from a blade. your hand careens his waist, feeling on his stomach until your fingertips brush a patch of rough flesh, and he flinches. one of his fists flees to grasp your wrist as he falls back on to his butt and inches backwards.
“No.” he grimaces, shaking his head, but his grip tightens around your wrist, so you scoot closer, wincing.
“I need to see,” you reply, looking up at him, “I need to know how bad it is.” but it’s almost as if Jason is looking through you, as if his vision is unfocused, his eyeline streamlined to your neck instead of your countenance. his hand is vice tight and squeezing so hard you fear your wrist might snap, and he’s drawing you closer, just staring. “Jason…” you gulp back a whimper, eyes widening, “that hurts…”
and then, strangely enough, it’s as if he snaps out of a trance. his fingers uncurl from around your wrist and he lays back, averting his eyes. you take a moment to rub the soreness out of your wrist with your other hand before you look back at him, seemingly docile for now, and you swallow around the lump in your throat, leaning closer. this time, both of your hands reach out for him, holding on to the hem of his shirt and gently push it upwards over his abdomen. what you see there sends your mind reeling.
a hideous Y incision from his abdomen up to the start of his neck.
an autopsy scar.
only, somethings wrong. the wound has already healed; the pale scar tissue is much too rough to be fresh, even. so, this scar had to be a few years old, at least. you stare, equal parts perplexed and horrified, sitting back on your buttocks with one, blood stained hand clasping over your mouth. you feel like crying, or screaming, or vomiting. maybe all three.
just, what the hell had happened to Jason since you’d last seen him?
“Of all the places for you to hide, you picked the most obvious.” a familiar voice breaks through your thoughts, pulling you back to the gruesome reality before you, and your head snaps up to see the figure leaned against the door jamb. “You really are desperate, aren’t you, J?” you didn’t have time to try and decipher what he meant. you didn’t care to.
“Dick?” you ask, hopefulness returning. Jason’s adoptive older brother had his arms crossed over his broad chest, but his pitiful gaze was almost a mockery of sympathy. “W— what’s wrong with him?” you asked, looking back to Jason, who was groaning as he lays back against the floor.
Dick quirks a brow, watching Jason writhe. “He’s dying.” he replied, jarringly flippant.
“What?” you snap, voice breaking over the realization that he must be right. Jason was freezing, he couldn’t keep anything down, and he could hardly hold the weight of his own body up. “No…” you sit up on your knees, reaching out to pet his icy forehead, but he turns away from you with an incoherent moan. you look back to Dick, biting down on your lip, “there’s nothing we can do?”
“Well, there is something.” Dick purrs, shifting his weight as he stands up straighter, willowy digits curling around the door frame. he glares into the doorway, staring you down like a lion stalking a very clueless gazelle. “I can help him.”
“Really?”
Dick nods, “Of course. Do you want my help?”
“Y—“ you gasp, peering down at Jason. he’s grabbed your nightshirt with both hands. “Jay?”
“Don’t…” his voice is hardly audible, and you have to hunch forward, getting as close to his lips as possible.
“What?”
Dick’s jaw tightened, gripping the doorframe tighter, he calls your name in a chilling, singsong voice. “You’re wasting time. And my brother is dying in your arms. Say it.” he urged, crystalline gems sparkling.
you frown, confused, looking from Jason to Dick and back again. you wished Jason was strong enough to finish his thought, but he couldn’t even keep his eyes from rolling back behind his lids. “Yes,” you said, finally, looking up at Dick with wet eyes, “please come help him.”
a low and wicked rumbling vibrates within Dick’s throat as he quirks a brow, and his fingers dig deeper into the frame, splintering wood from the sheer force. he then swaggers inside with a pleased sigh. “What a good girl you are.” he crooned, traipsing closer; his lips were stretched into a demonic grin, “Very, very stupid, but a good girl nonetheless.”
you blink, confused, watching his legs— they’re eye level to you as he encircles you. “What are you—“
“No wonder baby brother likes you so much,” reaching forward, his fist wraps around your neck, pulling you to your feet with a strangled choke. you stumble backwards, both hands coming up to claw at his wrist when he yanks you back against his solid chest, “he wouldn’t feed with me because he was holding out. Saving himself for his pretty, little high school crush.”
feed? you squirm, grunting as you try to wiggle free of his grip, but he’s so much stronger than you, escape is impossible. “Let go!”
Dick chuckles, lips caressing your jaw as he speaks, “I won’t lie, Jay, I’m surprised you were able to resist this one. I bet you can hear her heart from all the way over there, can’t you?” his fingers dig into your vulnerable flesh, squeezing your windpipe until you gag, and he plants a soft kiss against your cheek, “Listen to how fast it’s thumping!” he exclaims, giddy, “Like a little drum.” pressing his cheek to smush against yours, he coos out a taunt, “Are you scared when I squeeze your fragile neck?”
you nod, gulping swallows of air that burn against your windpipe when they’re caught by his fist.
“Leave her… out of this…” it’s Jason who speaks, now, struggling to push himself off the floor. he slipslides in blood and water puddles around him. “Leave her alone.”
“Jason, he—“ you start to call for him, but Dick’s other hand clamps tight over your mouth, and he shushes you.
“Shh,” he hisses against your face, before he looks to his adoptive brother, “leave her out of it? Oh, no, Jason, you’re the one that involved her. The second you showed up at her doorstep.” you can feel one forefinger drag against your throat, the pad surprisingly soft and chilly over your pulse point. “You didn’t come here just to starve to death on her living room floor, did you? You were going to fuck her, feed off her, hell, maybe even turn her, weren’t you?”
feed off you?
turn you?
your eyes widen, pieces of the puzzle starting to fall into place. but they’re shaping into a realization that you didn’t think was possible. you stare at your friend, who’d gotten to his knees, now, but that’s where he stayed— slouching on his knees in front of your trembling legs. his eyes glide over your bare skin, stained with blood that didn’t belong to you. you knew now it didn’t belong to him, either. they linger there, on your thighs, his eyes glowing dim like before.
“Yeah.” was all Jason says in return.
your whole world feels as if it’s been flipped on its head.
Dick’s laughing with wicked amusement, holding his palm tight to your mouth to muffle your squealing, “You won’t take any of my playthings because you want your own, is that it?” another kiss to your cheek and Dick’s hand slides from your mouth down over your body, menacing and slow.
“Please, don’t kill me!” you cry out; it’s the first thought to reach your lips as you squirm and push against him.
“I’m not going to kill you, silly girl. At least, not yet.”
“Dick.” Jason warns, baring unusually sharpened teeth. fangs.
his brother groped at you as his hand travels south, before he gathers the night shirt in his fist and pulls it up, exposing your quivering thighs and cotton panties. your legs snap together, and you whimper, humiliated. “Go ahead, Jay,” he urges, “bite her.”
Jason stares at the exposed flesh, clean and soft, and you could practically see his mouth watering as he inches closer. “N—no…” you whine, kicking at him. you feel a bare foot connect with his chest, but it doesn’t do anything to hold him back.
“Uh uh,” Dick mumbled, giving your beck a squeeze, “you kick again and I’ll snap this pretty neck of yours.” you freeze, croaking out a weak whine of submission. “Good girl. You wanted me to help Jason, didn’t you?”
with tears welling up in your eyes, you nod as best you can, and his grip on your neck loosens, just enough for you to be able to breathe again.
“Then, stand still and let him have you.”
meanwhile, Jason has grabbed hold of your legs and pried them apart, pressing his knees between your feet to keep them spread open so he can force his way between them, nuzzling his face into your thigh.
“Jason, please…” you choke out, shuddering when his frozen lips press to the warmth of your thigh. you can already feel the sharp edge of his fangs dragging along the supple flesh, but there’s nothing you can do to stop it, and a pathetically helpless yelp erupts from your lips when they sink in, with absolutely no resistance from your silken skin. you want to scream and kick, do anything you can to get him off of you, but you know Dick will make good on his promise to kill you, so you sob softly, watching through bleary eyes as your childhood friend starts to pull blood from you up to the surface of the pin prick wounds. it bubbles up in thick globs to soak his lips, and the sound of his slurping makes your head spin. “Jay…”
“I’m getting a bit jealous here, baby doll,” Dick croons, releasing your throat in exchange for a tight fist at the crown of your head, tilting it to one side to expose your sore throat to him, “watching how much he’s savoring the taste of your blood, hearing you moan for him like the perfect, little pet. Makes me want a taste, myself…”
“N—no, please, don’t…” it was hard to keep still with the tip of Jason’s nose bumping against your panties as he moaned, gurgling and dribbling your blood over his chin and on to little droplets on the floor. as much as you don’t want it to, the pain feels almost euphoric, and your body juts forward to stimulate your swelling clit against his nose bridge.
you’d hoped neither have noticed, but both seem to react. Jason grunting as he pushes his face flush against the damp patch in your panties, latching on to a fresh locale to drink from, breaking new skin, both hands come up to dig his cruel fingers into your bloody thighs.
“Don’t?” Dick repeats, mocking, as he lets go of your shirt to push his hand under the waistband of your panties instead. you cry out in surprise, two svelte fingers rubbing your slit, teasing your slick. “You’re fucking soaking,” he teases, his fangs nicking your throat, just enough to draw a single drop of blood to the surface, which he swipes away with his tongue, “you don’t need to be ashamed that you like it, a good bloodslut always does.” savoring the taste of your blood on his tongue, he groans, hooking his fingers into you like an anchor, before he bites down, fangs gliding as easily as they may softened butter.
the tears have broken the barrier of your ducts and streak your cheeks, one hand holding on to his wrist when he starts to pump his fingers deep inside, and the other trying to push Jason’s head from between your legs. the only problem is that Jason had already taken so much of your blood that you felt woozy, and your strength was all but diminished, so you can do little to fight the supernatural monsters off. with the two of them pulling from you, you can’t help but sag back against Dick’s chest, whimpering in forced submission. warm, liquid rubies dribble down over your clavicle and soak into the neckline of your nightshirt, and you can hear him moaning and slurping in your ear.
you moan, unable to hold it back, when his digit tips curl to brush against your sweet spot. it’s getting harder and harder to try and ignore how good his skilled fingers feel, spreading you open, prodding deep. your knees feel like jelly; you know you’ll collapse when you cum.
Jason has pulled away, panting and lapping at the blood on his lips, but his hands have found the waistband of your ruined panties, and are working them down your thighs, his practically snarling with desire when you’re exposed; Dick’s fingers refuse to stop, even when your back arches. the younger of the two finds his strength, and pulls himself to his feet, ripping at his clothes until he’s completely bare in front of you, face drenched in your blood, muscles rippling and cock throbbing and hard. the visage is horrifying and beautiful, as are his gleaming eyes when he grabs your face, pulling you in for a sloppy, sticky kiss. you whimper, trying to turn away— all you can taste is blood. your blood. Jason calls your name, thick with lust, and pulls your face back towards him. “Look at me.” he sounds desperate again, but there’s an edge in his voice; an authoritative tear. you obey, wet eyelashes sticking together when your gaze flickers up towards him, and instantaneously, you’re trapped in his stare, mesmerized. “Kiss me.” he demands, and you’re too compelled to submit that your mind goes completely and utterly blank.
what did he do to you?
all you want is to obey, to please him.
leaning forward, you kiss at his lips, slurping on the blood and smearing it over your own face. Jason seems pleased enough, hands pulling at your nightshirt to rip it apart until it hangs in pitiful shreds at your sides, and his palms envelop your breasts. he kneads, roughly, before his head dips, tongue hanging out from his mouth to catch a stream of blood leaking from the seal of Dick’s lips on the wound on your neck. “You’re so fucking sweet. Just like sugar.”
“Sweeter than sugar.” Dick chimes in, clearly having had his fill of your blood, too, he presses bloody kisses over the wound, “And I’d bet it’s not just her blood. Little whore is about to cum, I can feel her cunt squeezing my fingers.” as if to prove his point, those wicked fingers stuffed inside of your cunt jackhammer against you until you feel as if you’re about to explode.
you mewl, dazed, and pull back to rest the crown of your head against Dick’s clavicle. coming undone has never felt as intense as it does right now, with Jason watching Dick finger fuck you so mercilessly that your body convulses against the rough treatment. you close your eyes tight, breath coming in furious, little puffs, toes curling. you whine in ecstasy, hips rocking until the orgasm takes hold of you and renders you completely incapacitated. your nails dig into Dick’s wrist, but even as you claw at him, he doesn’t even budge. “Look at her go!” he chortles, “That was a big one, wasn’t it?” nuzzling his nose against your ear he kisses along your lobe, and you shiver, nodding with your eyes still closed. “Hope we didn’t break you already,” he mutters, pulling his sticky fingers free, giving your sensitive core a couple of cruel spanks with his palm. you jerk under each one, unable to catch your breath to make any substantial noise except for pathetic wheezing.
your lids weigh a thousand pounds at least, making it damn near impossible to open them, until you feel Jason lifting your legs, your feet rising from the floor. “She’s not broken yet,” Jason says, hooking your limp legs over his hips as he pulls you to his chest. Dick allows it, releasing you into his brother’s arms, and you fall forward against him. “Just a little bit cumdrunk, a little bit drained.” his strong hands then careen to support your ass as he spreads you open, suspended in his arms, to spear your folds with the head of his cock. you both moan in unison, his much stronger. your hands push against his shoulders, much too sensitive to take his entirety, but he isn’t giving you a choice as he thrusts upwards and pushes your body down simultaneously, filling you hilt-deep with one buck of his hips. “Fuck,” he growls, baring his blood-stained fangs, “she’s already clenching like crazy.” you can feel it, too, the way your walls spasm against the girthy intruder, refusing to open up any more than he’s willing to force you to.
“Sounds like you need to stretch her out,” Dick was saying, and even in your dazed state, you could practically hear the grin on his face, “unless, you’d rather I do it for you.” he offers, “I’ll ruin her, break in that tight, little pussy so you can just slide right in.”
“Fuck you,” Jason barks, pushing your body upwards so that he nearly slips from your body and then bringing you down on to him harder than before, as if he were making a point to his older brother; he was perfectly capable of snapping you in two if he so desired. “I’ll break her myself.”
“Jay… son…” you moaned, his name broken into weak syllables as you bounce, helplessly impaled on his cock. you couldn’t think of anything but how intense the sensation of his brutal fucking was. he practically slammed you down to his base each time he rutted, and the position does absolutely nothing to keep his thick tip from kissing your cervix.
your climax comes in a matter of moments, much quicker than the first and much more intense. your arms fall, limp, and dangle at your sides; you can do nothing but slump forward, squeal into his chest, and enjoy the feeling of being completely and utterly decimated.
“The little thing has already gone completely dumb on your cock.” Dick snickers, pressing himself to your back. you feel nothing but icy skin and realize that he’s stripped himself down, too. you bite down on your lip to muffle a moan of anticipation. “Absolutely fucking pathetic.”
would they take you together?
you hated how badly you wanted to feel them both inside of you.
Dick grabs you by the hair again, pulling your head back like a rag doll, and out of the corner of your teary eyes, you can see his bloody, evil grin. “Open up, baby doll.” you do, your jaw hanging slack, and he shoves three fingers into your mouth. you wince at first, especially when he forces them to the back of your throat, and you gargle out a tiny sound of discomfort. drool covers his fingers and dribbles out from both corners of your mouth. “Attagirl, go ahead and be a sloppy, little slut, because you’re going to want to give me plenty of lube to fuck that little asshole.” wrenching his hand free, you spit more on to his fingers and his palm when presented with it, before he drops it to envelop his cock, slathering it in your saliva and giving it a couple of furious pumps.
when he guides the tip of his manhood to your ring, you lurch forward with a nervous whine, but free hand flees to grip your shoulder, twisting you back and pulling you back towards him. “Where do you think you’re going, huh?” he teases. even Jason has slowed to a slow, shallow thrust to let his elder join in. Dick smears you with his tip before he worms his way inside, grunting with impish delight when you groan. “That’s a tight fit, isn’t it, baby doll?” he sneers against your cheek, tongue sliding out to flick at your drying tears on the apple of your cheek. once he’s snugly inside, his other hand grips one of your arms at the elbow, keeping a tight grip on the opposite shoulder, and falls into a ruthless rhythm in seconds. you nod, squinting, back arching now that you’re sandwiched between them, your moans turning more shrill and hoarse with each thrust. “You’re going to have to get used to it, because I’m going to fuck your ass every single day just to hear these pretty, little screams.”
Jason has started pounding against you, too, moaning under his breath as his head dips so he can litter your jiggling breasts with bites. you were much too overstimulated to know what you were even screaming for anymore. was it how good he felt, his protruding veins rubbing against your sensitive inner walls, or was it because of his fangs cutting into your skin, leaving a peppering of stinging, paired pricks. or maybe it was Dick, who was slamming into you from behind with so much ferocity that you were certain your body couldn’t take it— you were going to simply break in half of the brothers kept up this rough treatment.
even still, you felt a familiar bubbling in your belly. you couldn’t believe it. you were going to cum again.
Jason is the first to notice, both hands sliding up to dig his fingers into your hips until he leaves paling imprints in your flesh, “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he hisses in pleasure, “keep tightening up for me, baby, gonna make me cum in this little, fucking vice of a pussy—!”
“I—I can’t!” you beg; surely the next orgasm would shatter you, and your poor, hazy mind would fracture, “I can’t take— another— please…”
“We don’t care.” Dick growls in your ear, and you shudder at just how devilish he sounds, voice ripe with pleasure, “You’ll cum as many times as we want you to. Scream, cry, beg all you want, but you belong to us, now.” you whine, hands trembling, the symphony of sensations sending you over the edge just as Dick said you would, and you beg for mercy the entire time. mercy that neither of them had for you. “That’s more like it.”
your fervent, needy clenching had clearly pushed Jason to his own orgasm, because he was calling your name amidst the most animalistic of grunting, burying himself as deep as he could go until you could feel the shape of him against your lower belly, and he released. what was meant to be warm and comforting filled your belly with ice, but you couldn’t help but enjoy the way his arousal dropped out of you when he pulls free, glazing your bloody thighs. then, he drops your legs and steps awake. you felt hollowed out, and you want to double over and grip your belly, but Dick wouldn’t let you, even as Jason stumbled back and fell on to the couch, his cock twitching, lain over his thigh and shiny with his and your essences, cocktailed. you expected he might pant, if he needed to breathe, but instead, those clear glowing eyes watched you be destroyed by another.
even Jason at his roughest was no contest to how Dick was breaking you in. you practically dangled off of his cock, somewhere between conscious and not, as he drove himself into you mercilessly for several more minutes, moaning the most vulgar expletives you’d ever heard.
what’s worse?
you were still wet.
you were trembling and weak, eyes unable to stay open, and you looked as if you’d been attacked by a battalion of spiders by the fang wounds that littered your poor frame, you leaked cum, and you couldn’t form a coherent sentence anymore, but you were still so aroused; so tickled that his relentless plowing was more than torture. it felt incredible. you still mewled with your mouth open, tongue hanging out, eyes rolled back. and Dick loved every moment of it. “Just one, little slumber party, and she’s already braindead.” he snorts, grabbing both of your shoulders to hold you in place as he pounds away, “You picked an easy one, Jay.”
“She’s a good girl,” Jason replied, husky, as he leans forward, staring into your eyes, “my good girl.”
“Don’t get greedy.” Dick warns, though the muscles in his jaw tense. he pulsates within you, and you know he must be close. “This little bloodslut is ours. Isn’t that right, baby?” one of his hands glides upwards, snatching a fistful of your hair to pull your head up, holding it steady.
you nod, breathless, your entire body rippling from the force of his fucking. “Y— yes—!”
your humiliating, hardly coherent shriek of a response must’ve shredded what was left of Dick’s composure, because he howls in pleasure, pummeling your abused body a couple more times before he shoves you off of him. with a soft thud and a raspy yelp, you hit the floor and roll over on to your back, quivering, and Dick stands over you, fucking his own fist like a man possessed. he moans, eyes closing and head tilting back, and streamers of his release paint your marked chest, mixing with the drying blood and spit. “See?” he croons, after he’s done with his masterpiece, and squats down to grab your face, his thumb and forefinger hollowing your cheeks as he turns you to face Jason on the couch, “Ours.”
you blink, slow, but your eyes are too glassy to truly focus on either of them, your body completely spent. if Dick wasn’t holding you up by your cheeks, you wouldn’t collapsed on the floor, and most likely drifted into a much needed rest.
“What do we do with her?” Jason asks, uncertain, but watching you close.
Dick laughs, as if Jason had asked the obvious. “We pack her up like a pretty, cum covered sack lunch and take her with us. Come on, tell me you don’t want to see your little toy waiting for you on her knees, fuckholes wet and ready, back at the manor every night?” he lets go of you, allowing you to fall back, chest heaving, body twitching.
“I… I want to go,” you babble, weakly, “I want to go with you…”
“You must truly be fucked completely brainless to want to go home with two bloodthirsty vampires whose only use for you is fucking and eating you whenever we want.” Jason snapped, getting to his feet, he stomps over, a slow and devious smirk playing at the corners of his lips. maybe Dick was rubbing off on him. “Then again, I could get used to seeing you like this. Completely fucking ruined.”
you stare up to both of them, and a simper of your own tickles your cheeks.
Your best friend yet again rises from the dead, unable to stomach the fact you’re now dating his sort-of-but-not-really brother Dick Grayson.
Warnings: Noncon
Got annoyed and deleted before. Sorry. It’s up again. Enjoy :)
"So since when is that a thing, you and Dickie-Bird?" Jason curtly inquires, tossing a heated glare at both you and Dick from his spot against the wall. While you flinch, Dick is unfazed on the couch, smirking as his arm around your shoulder tightens ever-so-slightly.
Jason’s piercing cobalt stare tracks the motion, his jaw flexing in response.
"Come on, little wing, all’s fair in love and war," Dick says, a blatant taunt laced in his words. "You were dead."
Jason’s gaze narrows as he unfolds his arms and takes a step forward.
"Dead or not, you should have stayed in your lane, Grayson," he accuses gruffly. "This isn’t even your city."
Licking your lips, you shift in discomfort. One could slice a knife through the thick layers of tension flowing between Jay and Dick in Wayne Manor’s living room.
"Jay, you’re making this into a bigger thing than it has to be," you bemoan, a frown creasing your brow.
Dick snorts, fingers dragging along your arm.
"Hm, told you he would, babe."
A weary sigh drops from your lips.
"It’s fine. He’ll get over himself. Right Jay?"
Hopeful eyes rise to your best friend. But his attention isn’t on you; it’s on Dick, angry blue irises shooting daggers at your boyfriend.
Jason then stomps away with a grimace of pure disdain etched on his handsome face.
As you gear yourself to stand, Dick tugs you back against him.
"Don't…" he hedges.
Your shoulders decline. A small smile tilts your lips as you cup Dick’s face. "He's my best friend, Dick. He probably just feels a little blindsided. Out of the loop."
Dick studies you a while before unleashing a long exhale.
"It's more than that, babe."
Your frown deepens at the implication. It’s not the first time Dick suggested Jason harbored feelings for you that are beyond friendly.
He brought it up sometimes, especially when you started dating. He used to joke that Jason might even rise from his grave, turn into a zombie and eat him for putting the moves on you.
It was ludicrous to you and you let him know as such.
Jason and you go so far back. You both grew up in the Narrows, both were essentially orphans at a young age. Jason was the big brother and protector you needed in hard times. He kept you safe, threatening everyone who so much as looked at you sideways.
He only grew more terrifying when he became the Red Hood.
No one would dare touch you now.
But your childhood friend is a hothead, and can get a little jealous and possessive of other people in your life.
An awkward laugh unleashes as you brush off Dick’s remark.
"Don't be silly. I already told you it isn't like that."
He shakes his head.
"You're just too sweet to see it, babe. He'd have made his move at some point." A shit-eating grin unfurls on his face as he bends over you, hands caressing your thigh. Dick’s voice lowers to a husky whisper. "He's mad I was quicker. But then again, I was always better than him so…"
As he starts trailing kisses down your neck, you push against his chest, berating him with your stare.
"Dick," you admonish.
He hums against your shoulder, his smile expanding, "What? That's just the truth."
You extirpate yourself from under him.
"I have to talk to him."
Resignation drapes over his face. His fingers twine with yours, a lewd glint sparkling in his gaze as he murmurs, "Okay…but don't take too long. I’m not done with you, babe."
Heat creeps inside your cheeks as you nod and walk away.
After searching the vast hallways of Wayne Manor, you’re relieved to find your best friend simply in his room, lying on the bed with his hands behind his head.
"Jay," you call. His expression is taut, his eyes glued to the ceiling. You utter his name again but his gaze hardens, still refusing to meet yours. Sighing, you sit on the edge of the bed.
"I don’t understand," you lament. "Don’t you want me to be happy? Well, Dick makes me happy."
He scoffs, irate blue eyes finally finding yours, "Well, I don’t understand what you see in him."
You face scrunches in confusion. You don’t get why Jason’s being so stubborn about this. He and Dick had their issues; you’re aware of that. There will always be an underlying "sibling rivalry" due to the fact they both donned the Robin cowl and were both Bruce’s wards. Some stupid, petty contest over who’s better, stronger and other trivial nonsense.
You just never imagined it running so deep.
He smoothly rises from the bed, leaning over you as he asks, "What does he have that I don’t?"
Disbelief widens your gaze.
"I…why is that even a discussion? You’re my best friend, Jay. Always have been. You’re being weird."
He squints at you. "Did you even wait for my body to be cold to start dating someone?"
"How dare you…" you defend, your own anger pulsing through your tone. "I was in shambles. Dick was actually here for me the most…"
Jason arches his brow.
"Was he? Sure had a funny way of comforting you then, let me guess, it was with his d-"
You bolt from the bed, grabbing a pillow before tossing it at him in your frustration.
"You’re being a jerk!"
He catches the pillow with ease, discarding it on the bed before inching his way to you. His tone is calmer than before, in a way that’s almost eerie.
"No. I’m fucking pissed," he declares, hand moving to cup your cheek. "He shouldn’t have touched you." You stare at him, mouth agape. He licks his lips and tilts your chin up, his timbre turning into a command. "Break up with him."
You shove his hand away and stagger back in shock.
"What? No. You can’t tell me what to do."
Jason slants his head sideways.
"I can’t? Break up with him or I'll break his nose."
Your brows squeeze together.
"You’re overreacting."
Jason hums, "I’m reacting just the right amount."
"You’re being a child."
He matches your steps, prowling forward as you fall back. A gasp leaves your mouth as you find yourself trapped between the wall and Jason’s towering frame, his fevered gaze searching yours.
He puts his hands on each side of you, confining you even further. A lump grows in your throat.
"I’m not…being a child." Irritation laces his deep tone. "I love you, you know that? I always have. Despite everything, you’re the one person who never gave up on me, always saw the good in me."
"Well, I love you too. You know that-"
When he huffs, his warm breath tickles your face. His jaw ticks as his forehead creases, frustration painting his features.
Jason frames your face.
"No, you don’t get it. I love you." His half-lidded stare drags over you and you shudder. "As in I want to tie you to this bed and make you come around my cock so many times, you forget your own name and only remember mine, gorgeous."
The echo of the loud slap you unleash on Jason’s face stuns even you. Your hand moved on its own; you weren’t thinking.
Your fingers cover your mouth afterwards, tears hovering under your lashes.
Alarm radiates in your inflection.
"I’m sorry but…you can’t say things like that. I’m with Dick. And you’re just gonna have to accept it. I’m gonna assume it’s just your brain being a little scrambled from the Lazarus pit waters. This conversation is over, Jay."
Jason’s expression is unreadable, his red cheek flaring.
A dark chuckle then rolls off his tongue.
"Oh, it’s far from over, babygirl."
Unease swells inside you at his odd tone.
Before you can muse about Jason’s uncanny behavior more thoroughly, the door bursts open.
It’s Dick. He rushes to you when he notes your expression, leading you out of Jason’s room as his arm wraps around you.
As you both leave, he tosses Jason a dirty glance above his shoulder.
"What happened? Are you okay?" he inquires, stroking your arm.
"I slapped him," you confess, choking on a sob.
Your boyfriend presses a soothing hand into your back, tucking you closer to him.
"Good," he says.
For the remainder of the week, Jason is a nightmare. Every chance he gets, he intrudes on you and Dick’s time together, even coming up with excuses to barge into his room and pull you aside, pretending he needs you for some reason or another.
Much as you’re growing tired of his antics… you don’t have it in you to refuse him.
He did just die.
Bruce said his head might not even be wired the way it was before. Maybe you dating Dick is stirring more confusion and hurt than it should. So you cave in every time, even when it means leaving your boyfriend high and dry.
Things come to a head one day when Jason stumbles through the manor’s front door dripping wet from the rain covered in bruises and cuts.
Slapping the book in your lap shut, you leap from your seat to scurry to Jason.
"Jay!" you screech, worry carving your brow as you cradle his face. He limps his way in, heavy body leaning against yours. Your heart pinces as you note the black eye he sports and the crimson cut in his bottom lip.
A smug grin splits across his face.
"You should see the other guy, gorgeous," he announces cheekily.
Said other guy walks in after him.
"Oh my god!"
Horrified, you go to Dick. He looks equally beaten up, for the small exception of his nose, crooked at an odd angle.
Your stomach sinks at the thought of Jason following up on his foreboding promise.
"He started it," Dick mumbles.
Jason bares a blood-stained row of teeth.
"I did," he shamelessly admits.
As you look between the two of them, your shoulders sag. The last shred of patience inside you fizzles out. You raise your hands and step away from both of them.
"I can’t," you sigh.
"Babe-"
"Gorgeous-"
Fists clenching, you snap at them, your voice echoing against the stone walls.
"Why don’t both of you grow up?"
You find a transient solace in the kitchen, burying your face in your arms on the counter as you try not to let your boyfriend and best friend’s juvenile dick-measuring contests eat away at your frazzled nerves.
It’s all too much. You have no idea what to do.
You thought Jason would have simmered down by now.
How foolish you were.
You look up as someone enters the kitchen. At first you tense, but once you realize who it is, your whole body relaxes.
You give a feeble smile.
"Hey, Bruce."
He nods at you, holding up a silver tray he pulled from the fridge.
"Cucumber sandwiches? Alfred made them."
You wince. The last thing you need right now are Alfred’s signature bland, tasteless sandwiches. No offense to the man, as you adore him, but you’re pretty sure no one would admit to his face how horrible they are.
"Hm…no thank you. I already ate."
A subtle smirk cants Bruce’s mouth at your response. He puts down the tray.
Crossing his arms, he scrutinizes you for a nerve-wracking length of time before speaking.
"Trouble in paradise?"
You release a heavy sigh.
"They’re just…both being so childish."
Bruce chuckles, a fond expression adorning his features.
"Yeah, they’ve both been known to be that."
Chewing on your lip, you ponder your words. You need advice, guidance, and usually you’d go to one particular person, but they’re behaving strangely.
So you’re left with Bruce. He was there for you too when you grieved, acting like the father you never had. You trust him not to lead you astray.
"Do you think I was wrong, dating Dick?" you blurt out. Your head dips as you focus on the marble counter. "I didn’t expect for us to happen. I was so sad and he kept me together."
At first, you didn’t even want to. You were hesitant, you wondered what Jay would think. But Dick…he wouldn’t stop insisting, unfaltering, always there. He shattered your fences. He gently coaxed you into making space for him in your life…and heart. And you did.
And now you hardly ever spend any time apart. In fact, he keeps asking you to move with him to Bludhaven.
You’ve pondered that a lot. Your life is in Gotham, you can’t picture leaving it behind.
But it’s also…Gotham.
Not that every city doesn’t have its own supply of supervillains nowadays. Nowhere is really safe…but Dick promised to always keep you safe.
Bruce unfolds his arms and approaches you. A warm, comforting hand falls over your shoulder.
"I’m not one to judge right from wrong. You know what I do at night, kid." He pauses and exhales deeply. "I think you should do what makes you happiest. You’ve been through a lot. No one would blame you for doing what’s best for you."
Astonishment draws up your gaze. Helpful advice has poured from Bruce’s lips before but never so many words at once, and uttered with such conviction.
You mull over them for a few minutes, basking in his calming presence.
"I think I just need space…from both of them."
Bruce’s hand parts from your shoulder as his lips stretch in a hint of a smile.
"Seems wise," he says.
Isolation gives you the peace you sorely need to sort out your thoughts…and feelings.
You leave the manor in a haste in the middle of the night, only delaying your departure to hug Ace goodbye. The dog whines as you bid him farewell. He’s such a brave, kind dog and his quiet presence also saw you through the worst of your grief. You’ll miss him more than words can explain.
Still, returning to your small, quiet apartment soothes you. You’ve yet to give Dick a response about moving in with him but you’ve told him you’re taking a break. He wasn’t happy about it, of course, but he was called away on urgent vigilante business the same night you left. There were several crime outbreaks back in his city and he needed to deal with the fallout.
So your relationship issues will have to wait. Bludhaven needs Nightwing.
And you need space.
As you bring a steaming cup of tea to your lips, the doorbell rings. You frown, placing the cup back on the coffee table.
Who could it be at such a late hour?
You’re not expecting anyone.
You don’t move from your seat on the sofa, paralyzed as the door chimes again. Fear begins to creep up your spine. Opening doors to strangers in Gotham is always a bad idea. You remember the story of a spunky redhead who ended up losing her legs when she opened the door to a psychopathic clown.
So instead of opening the door, you grab the bat beneath your bed - courtesy of Jason - and grip it firmly as you stand a few feet away from the entrance.
Your wild heart nearly spills outside your throat when the door cracks open.
When you see who darkens your doorstep, your hold on the bat loosens, your shoulders slumping.
Of course, it’s him. After all, he too has a key to your place.
"Jay. You can’t be here," you scold.
That sly grin you’re all too familiar with spreads on his face.
"Come on. Won’t you let me in, gorgeous?"
He doesn’t wait for your response, lumbering inside with a groan. Your breath catches at the crimson stains smudged over the white streaks of hair falling over his forehead and sprinkled all over his body armor.
Worry flutters through you. You forget it’s the middle of the night. You forget you’re supposed to be mad at Jason.
You rush to him and start checking him all over.
"You’re covered in blood," you mumble shakily.
"Most of it isn’t mine, I swear," he quips.
You take him in. Besides how sweaty and bloody he is, he doesn’t seem to be injured. Your heart settles, relief sitting inside your chest. Most of the time, you try not to think about it, both he and Dick running around every night, risking their lives.
It gives you nightmares.
Especially Jay. You can’t believe he’s at it again after dying so many times. Every Robin has died; hell it’s basically a running joke between the boys. Duke even jested and asked when it’ll be his turn the other day, as it seems to be a rite of passage at this point. All the color left Bruce’s face and you laughed.
But Jay…
Death must know his name by now, from the number of times he’s escaped its final embrace.
"You can clean up. Then you have to go," you yield.
You just don’t have the heart to turn him down after everything. Jay’s still the person you adore most in the world…though you’d never tell Dick that. He’d blow a fuse.
Jason smiles as he makes his way to your bathroom.
You put the bat away and close the door, each of the five locks loudly snapping into place. It’s Gotham. One can never be too careful.
Thoughts roam inside your head as you stroll back to your room and sit on your bed.
The pitter-patter from the bathroom shatters the silence. Your focus travels to the floor, where Jay’s clothes lie in a rumpled heap.
Lost in your mind, you’re startled when a smooth, familiar rumble yanks you away from your reverie.
"Can I crash?" he asks.
Your jaw drops as you consider him. Jason stands in front of you with nothing but a towel loosely wrapped around his tapered waist, exposing his glistening, chiseled physique to your wide gaze. His defined vee peeks out above the terrycloth, a dark patch of hairs hinting at what’s underneath causing your head to lower quickly.
"I only have one bed, Jay, you know that," you squeak bashfully, your face igniting with the sight now burned inside your brain. "And could you maybe…put some clothes on?" you add, voice quivering.
Pointedly ignoring you, he plops down near you on the bed, your mattress dipping with his weight.
When you avert your eyes, Jason corrals your jaw in his large hand, forcing your focus back on him.
"It didn’t use to be a problem," he notes lowly. His thumb sweeps over your bottom lip, his attention clinging to it. "Us sharing a bed. You sitting on my lap while we watch movies…"
The recollection sparks heat in your cheeks. You never saw anything wrong with that at the time. It was just Jason.
You glower at him.
"Yes, but I have a boyfriend now, Jay, and he doesn’t like that type of stuff."
Jason hums as he strokes your cheek adoringly.
"Well, to be fair, if I were birdboy… I wouldn’t like it either." The muscles of his jaw clench. "Also…Boyfriend, huh? Thought I told you to break up with him. I broke his nose. Is that not enough?" He pauses and asks matter-of-factly, scrutinizing your expression. "Do I need to kill him?"
You draw a sharp breath, eyes going huge.
"Jay, don’t say crazy stuff. Come on."
"Well, maybe I’m crazy…about you, gorgeous."
His scorching eyes ensnare yours, drawing you in like a magnet. Your heartbeat swells into an uproarious drumming in your ears.
"Jason…"
He silences you by nudging you down on the bed, his broad frame caging you as you peer up at him fearfully.
Knuckles skim over your cheek, Jason's intense focus never straying from your face.
"Tell me you never thought about it." Your throat goes sand-dry as you notice how precariously the towel hangs on his hips as Jason bends over you. A silky whisper fans over your face. "Cause I thought about it…a lot. I think about your pussy melting on my tongue all the damn time, babygirl."
Heat tickles your skin as your voice trickles out hoarsely. "Please. You need to go."
A wicked smirk dances on his lips.
"Make me," he dares.
He bends his head into the crook of your neck and starts peppering kisses over your skin.
"Jay…" you mumble, hands spreading over his damp chest to push him off you. But he doesn't move. Panic blares inside your head as the passionate pecks trail down to your collarbone and chest, Jason unbuttoning your pajama shirt at the same time. "No, Jason…" You go for a slap but he grabs your wrists and traps them above your head. "Jason Peter Todd." He chuckles against your navel, tugging at your pajama pants. "Oh, saying my full name now. I like it. Makes me rock hard, gorgeous." He rubs his hard-on against your leg for emphasis. You flail under him as Jason pins you down with ease.
"I’m not going anywhere until I’ve shown you what we could be, babygirl. What we're going to be."
In one swift yank, your soft pajama pants and panties are down to your knees.
Jason releases your wrists, diving between your thighs.
Air falters in your lungs at the first flick of his tongue over your tender nub. He growls against your core, lapping greedily at your slick folds.
Your wetness coats his mouth as he swirls over your swollen heap of nerves, sinking one digit inside your tight entrance.
You gasp at the intrusion.
"Already crying for me, babygirl. Fuck you’re so pretty down there," he rasps against your cunt, the vibration of his deep voice reverberating through your core. He spreads you open with one hand while the other steadily fucks into you.
You squirm over the sheets, each drag of his tongue over your clit shortening your breaths. Your chest heaves as heat coils around your chest.
"Hm, taste so fucking sweet," Jason praises, savoring your cunt as if it were his very last meal.
The sheets are balled into your tight fists, your back arching against them. Moans escape your throat. Air rushes out of your lungs in hot, uneven puffs.
Quickly, you turn into a whimpering mess on Jason’s tongue.
Your eyes roll back as he sneaks a second finger inside your wet heat.
He pumps your core, his broad smile carving into your folds with each gasp and cry slipping out of your mouth.
Bliss girdles your thoughts, liquefying them into wet, hot pleasure as Jason spells out his desire against your dripping cunt.
You can’t think anymore. You can barely speak.
Desperate whines escape your throat as you edge along the crest of sensations rushing through your body.
Your climax hits you fast and hard.
Warm tingles bounce on your flesh, your legs quaking as ripples of pleasures echo through your core, radiating through your entire frame.
You grip Jason’s hair, pulling on his inky strands as pleasure swallows you. He doesn’t seem to mind, feral moans pouring from his throat as your arousal rains over his mouth and chin.
"Could eat you out for hours, babygirl," Jason gruffly says, tongue sloppily gathering your juices. "But if I don't put my dick in you right now, I'm going to fucking explode."
He crawls over you, his broad muscular body looming over you.
The towel falls completely, revealing Jason’s hard length in all its glory.
The breath snags in your throat.
He grabs his shaft and lines himself with your entrance.
You shake your head, tears lining your lashes.
"Jay, no…"
Protests evanesce on your tongue as he sinks inside you in one sharp thrust. Your mouth parts, shaping words but only silence comes out. He plants his elbows besides your head, bracing himself above you as he begins to thrust at a steady, tireless pace.
Ragged, animalistic huffs scald your face. You feel every vein and ridge of Jason’s length grazing along your softness as he rams into you.
Somehow, each time, he hits spots that have your toes curling and sends heat storming through your core.
"See, your mouth keeps saying no, but your body tells me everything I need to know, gorgeous," he purrs, his forehead resting against yours.
He keeps reaching down between your twined bodies, pressing and squeezing your swollen clit until you flutter around him.
Each time you come around him, Jason scatters loving kisses and bites across the column of your neck. Leaving marks that will surely bruise…marks he likely wants Dick to see.
As you shatter around his cock once more, you grow ashamed.
"It's okay, babygirl. I've got you," he says as you pant beneath him. He angles your chin up, sparkling blue eyes diving into yours as he smirks. "I promised to fuck you till you forgot your own name, remember?"
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Jason watched with contempt as the pitiful thug crawled away, the pungent stench of fear and defeat wafting from him. Slipping into his newly gained armor, he marveled at its perfect fit, the reinforced support providing a comforting embrace around his right ankle.
Opting to forgo the helmet, his cold, lifeless blue eyes stared ahead, devoid of emotion.
“Stay back!” he bellowed, his voice trembling with fear and repulsion. His finger hovered menacingly over the trigger, a warning to those who dared to approach. As the pitiful worm raised his gun, his trembling arms betrayed the high likelihood of missing the mark.
Undeterred, Jason pressed forward, and the thug pulled the trigger. The bullet grazed his cheek, eliciting no reaction as Jason swiftly grabbed the fool’s hand, exerting a bone-crushing grip to force the thug to relinquish his weapon.
“Please... Let me go...” the fool pleaded. But mercy had abandoned Jason long ago. Summoning his infernal powers, flames erupted from his hands, engulfing the thug in a blazing inferno. The agonizing shrieks pierced the air as the flames consumed his body, leaving behind a charred corpse, devoid of life.
His gaze fixated on the blackened remains, the charred corpse before him. Echoing in his ears were the ethereal voices of his spectral companions, showering him with praise. His eyes shifted to his trembling hand, a mixture of fear and determination coursing through him. With a flick of his wrist, he summoned a searing ball of flames, its heat prickling his skin. The witch’s blessing enveloped him, infusing his being with her powerful magic. Every fiber of his being now fueled by a burning desire for vengeance. Dissipating the flames, he pressed forward, marching resolutely through the dimly lit alleyway.
You should write a dark Jason "Thick Ass Thighs" Todd as the Arkham Knight. I went down with the DC ship long ago, so it only seems appropriate that you should do the same. 🖤💙🖤
he was a secret obsession until you sent me this shit, asshole.
wc: no idea
Dark!ArkhamKnight!JasonTodd x Reader
His fluorescent helmet is raised, the ice blue of his eyes and his face the only thing exposed other than the length of him buried inside you.
“Jason, please, I can’t-“ you whimper, your wrists straining where they’re tied crudely behind your back.
“You can and you will,” he replies coolly, one hand holding you upright, the other holding a .45mm to your ribs.
You’ve already come twice, riding him just like he likes, with your legs spread pornographically wide over the thick muscle of his thighs. You’re not sure how much longer you can go before your legs give out, but you know that once you do he’ll just flip you and use you like a fuck toy until you’re raw and overstimulated.
The threat of the firearm pressed against your skin conjures stamina you didn’t know you had, and when you feel the barrel trace down your middle and right to the apex of your thighs, your anxiety kicks into overdrive.
“Fuck, you keep squeezin’ me like that and I won’t last long.” His hips buck uncontrollably, your sensitive clit catching cold metal and grinding against it. You cry out, another orgasm approaching quickly, the edge of your vision fuzzing over, when he stops.
Your breath catches when you feel the gun press into the soft underside of your chin, your eyes opening wide and looking down at his smug smile. “I know you want to come again, sweetheart. Beg me for it.”
Your jaw locks, the humiliation of being naked and tied and straddling his cock, being made to come twice, and now being forced to beg for it finally wearing at your will to survive. You keep your mouth shut, even though your eyes water with the implications of what consequences that’ll get you.
“Not so talkative now?” Jason is mocking you, knows that you’re right on the edge of pure bliss, and that you hate it; hate him for making you feel this good against your will. He pulls back the hammer on his gun and you crack- tears spilling over and onto the red and black of his tactical gear.
“Please! Please cum inside me Jason, please.” He lets you fold into his chest, his breath hot on your neck while you sob.
“See? That wasn’t so hard. I’ll give it you, sweetheart.” His pace becomes frantic, your moans muffled by his shoulder as he sets his gun down and strokes at your clit. “C’mon, give me one more. Milk this fat cock.” The hand that was keeping you steady anchors on the back of your neck, shoving you back down every time he thrusts up, brushing spots inside of you that even you couldn’t reach.
Your toes curl, stomach going taut as you gush around him, his amused chuckle puffing air against your ear. “See? I knew you could do it,” he says, right before he buries himself impossibly deep and lets himself go with a groan. He lets you lay against him for a moment, the both of you catching your breath before he throws you sideways on the couch and puts himself away.
“Now, I gotta go deal with a fucking bat problem, but when I get back that pretty little ass is mine.”
Can you imagine Taylor Swift’s Mastermind playing while your favorite character is plotting on how to make you theirs? Cue the plan being carried out and you get together (either willingly or not 😏)
I'm sorry, Navy. Did I see dark!Dick Grayson AND dark!Jason Todd?! I- Please!
Hi, lovely anon. Possibly down the line! It would be a wild ride.
Imagine? Bruce is happy because Dick and Jason are getting along. Dick announces that he's moving back for good and has no reason to return to Bludhaven. Jason's level of violence has dropped in recent patrols. Naturally, the World's Greatest Detective is a bit suspicious. The bats are paranoid, after all. But...his sons are happy. And that's a good thing, right?
So they're careful not to leave a trail for Batman or anyone else to find when your loved ones go to the Gotham PD to report you missing. People go missing in the city every day and they can't help everyone. And all signs point to you skipping town, especially when messages pop up telling them you needed a permanent change.
Trying to escape from one bat is hard enough. Escaping from two is nearly impossible. But they'll take care of you. They've given so much to their city. Shouldn't they get something in return?
