vampire!jason will only drink your blood if he can worship you simultaneously. because this isn't about him — it can't all be about him. it's about you.
you're giving him the very essence of your life so that he can remain strong. you're allowing him access to the the most important part of you. to the thing that you need to survive. he cannot take, and not give anything in return. he cannot drink and not show you how thankful he is.
he'd spent an hour before this proving to you — to himself — that he can be soft. that he's so much more than the sharp fangs that can take your life.
he'll lay you on your back. then, he'll explore your ankles, your knees, up your inner thighs with gentle lips and even gentler hands. he can be gentle. jason is gentle. then hungrily — because he can't help himself, your scent had been tempting him from the beginning — up your slit, sinking his tongue as deep inside you as he can.
one orgasm for sure, maybe two (usually two) if jason is feeling particularly needy. he needs to get you ready, he does.
he won't stop until your thighs are quivering around his ears, till your fingers are tugging on his hair, till your whines and pleads for him are so insistent that he slowly begins to believe that what he is doing to you is okay. his lips will meet every inch of exposed skin on the side of your neck next. his kisses are soft, barely pressing against you — he's unwilling to risk bruising before his fangs can inflict their violence upon your innocent skin.
he'll prop himself up over you, gazing at your face. your pretty face. eyes lidded and glassy, lips shining and bitten through from your own teeth. beautiful. he loves you so much. so much. he'll kiss you after that, seal his lips over yours. his tongue presses against the wall of your teeth, tasting you again, and allowing you to taste yourself on him.
just the press of your lips will unlock a ferocity in him, will crumble his restraint so fast it's like he never had it. he'll nudge his tip against your entrance before sliding in halfway in one go.
your soft gasp, followed by a happy whine, slides down jason's thoat. he's full of you. his entire being is consumed by you. it warms him, allows his hollow body to remember what it felt like to tingle. because your touch emulates that in him. the way your fingers trail his skin — solid and strong — and he can feel it. phantom goosebumps rise across the back of his neck, phantom mechanoreceptors call out to you, kissing your fingertips in return wherever they explore. a thank you for not thinking he disgusting, for not being afraid of him, for loving him enough that he can feel human again.
he'll slide in the rest of the way, mumbling praising into your mouth.
"feel so good for me, angel,"
"fuck — need you to stay still, baby, not gonna last,"
"wanna feel you like this forever, want you forever, please—"
it's slow. loving. hard thrusts angled juuuust right. right at the spot that has your eyes fluttering back, your mouth drying up, brain short-circuiting to the point that you forget you're supposed to be kissing jason back.
only then. only then will jason tilt your head to the side, trailing his nose along your jugular and sinking his fangs as deep into your neck as they'll go.
your reaction remains the same every time. muscles clenching and fluttering around his cock, squeezing him tight, pulling him impossibly deeper. your hand will always find his, fingers intertwining against the bed, one squeeze, two squeeze, three squeeze, i love you.
jason drinks as his hips grind into you, no longer thrusting, just feeling, the pleasure you feel from his fangs is enough. it's just as addicting for you as it is for him, you even ask for him to drink from you more often despite jason's chagrin — the thought of causing you even an ounce of pain makes him feel sick.
his free thumb will meet your clit, rubbing quick swipes around the nub until you come again, with him following right after. the relief is immediate, evident in the tiny whimpers that jason vibrates against your neck. he was already close to blowing his load against the bed when you had come on his tongue the first time. each grind of his hips against yours, each squeeze of his fingers on whatever part of your body they can reach, each lap of his tongue against your neck is a thank you and an apology all in one.
when he pulls away, when his fangs finally retract from your skin, he'll keep his face buried in your neck. he'll keep his tongue pressed against the two tiny wounds, lapping at them. he tells himself it's to make sure his healing venom sticks, that it covers each crevice of the wound, but jason knows deep down he's being selfish. you almost always come again every time he does it, small shudders jittering up your spin, walls contracting around him still nestled deeeep inside you, chest arching into his. the excess blood from your neck wound explodes on his tongue from where it is pressed flat and he savours it because he believes this is the last time he'll ever get to taste you like this. he thinks the other shoe has to drop soon.
it should.
you should run.
but you dont. you never do. you stay. arms wound tightly around him, keeping him close. trusting. loving. you snuggle into him like jason didn't just have your life in his hands, as if he hadn't been that close to taking your life if he didn't have the restraint he does.
you stay afterwards. you always do.
an: vamp!jason comeback on a random sunday in june??? yup!
“Fuck, baby, please—” Oh, the desperation in Jason’s voice was pitiful.
The vampire’s fists were clenched tightly, and his eyes squeezed shut as though that could help him blend out the sweet scent of your blood. Several years of experience were in vain when faced with the delirium that your life’s essence taunted him with. It was a damning thing.
He was trying to be strong for you, fighting to withstand his hunger for your blood. You, his sweet human girlfriend, smelled like the most delicious little dessert—far more tempting than any other human he’d encountered before. It was a miracle you’d remained unbitten this long.
But now with your palm sliced open by none other than yourself, oh, how could Jason possibly resist the intense fragrance cloaking all of his senses? He was practically suffocating on the sweetness that was blanketing, no, smothering, his nostrils. “It’s okay, Jay,” you reassured him in that soft tone, like you weren’t currently risking your damn life.
“You can feed from me. I know you want to.” The smile you gave him was so full of warmth and care. It was in no way befitting the disaster that was already storming up in his mind. “I can’t. Don’t know if I’d be able to stop,” he gritted through his teeth, fangs protruding eagerly.
With your uninjured hand, you reached over to his pretty face, before cupping his cheek tenderly. Fingers brushing against the skin turned darker with angry, red veins; your eyes were filled with love, not fear.
Jason’s eyes fluttered open at the gentle touch, looking up at you like you were his angel and tormentor all the same. “You can. I trust you,” you said confidently. Then, you raised your bleeding palm to his lips.
Any restraint in his body vanished. The base instincts of a predator set in, and god, you were the most willing prey to ever fall into his claws.
His fangs dug into the bleeding wound, green eyes rolling back at the heavenly taste of your blood finally reaching his lips. A little gasp escaped your parted lips at the sensation, but you still didn’t pull back. Shit, you tasted better than he could have ever imagined you would. Jason was growing dizzy with pleasure, and he was doing so fast.
While he sucked the blood from your palm, you caressed his cheek and whispered sweet encouragements to your vampire boyfriend.
“Hah, you’re doing so well, baby,” you breathed the words out like you were the one currently lacking oxygen—all choked up and hazy.
The sound of your voice snapped him out of the endless appetite he was harboring. Jason was still drowsy with the flavor of you when he pulled back from your providing hand, red liquid staining his mouth. For you, Jason would learn to fight the urges of his violent nature.
You tasted like a paradise he was never meant to relish in.
And Jason knew you would let him pass its gates regardless.
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˙⋆✮ a/n: all right, i lied. i couldn’t resist writing this, especially since i promised starr that i’d post a vampire!jason drabble. k bye now fr!!
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jason's a vampire, you're on your period, and, well a man's gotta eat
tags: f!reader, vamp jason, established relationship, period sex, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, blood drinking, blood as lube, slight size kink, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie
a/n: for @luvrodite my darling, this would not exist without your encouragement
⊘ this is an 18+ fic. minors do not interact, you will be blocked
Jason Todd is on you the second you walk through the door, pharmacy bag dropping from your hands in surprise. The door’s barely shut behind you before he’s crowding you up against it, cold night air still lingering on your skin, his nose buried in your neck. His lips part along your collarbone and you roll your eyes at the pinprick of fangs already descending from his gums.
“I smell blood,” he rumbles. “Are you hurt?”
With a sigh you dig your now empty hand into the thick mess of his hair and pull him off of your throat. His pupils have already started to narrow into slits, catlike.
“No, and if you’d stop thinking with your fangs for a hot second you’d realize it’s because of my period.” Reaching down for the bag you’d just let go of, you gasp as another cramp spikes through your lower belly and claws up your back. “Right, you can get the bag because you made me drop it. I’m going to find my heat pack in the kitchen.”
Jason’s already waiting for you by the time you hobble into the kitchen, slow and regrettably human. Under your breath you curse his unnatural speed but he hears you anyway and grins. He’s already put your heat pack in the microwave so there’s nothing to do but gratefully take the painkillers he’s fished out of the bag for you and wait. His stomach grumbles.
“Nope,” you declare. “Not happening tonight. I’m losing enough blood as it is, you aren’t getting your hands on any more.”
“Please, baby? ‘M starving over here,” Jason pouts. He’s suddenly behind you, arms around your midriff. He lets out a huff of air right over your jugular, goosebumps rising across your skin. Usually, that would be enough to have you caving, knees weak and and panties wet, begging for his bite. Tonight, you push his face away with annoyance.
“Go get some synth blood from you maker or something. Isn’t she always offering to hook you up with a supply? I’m off the menu tonight, so put those–” you tap at his upper lip, right over where his fangs have descended “–away.”
The microwave beeps, giving you an excuse to slip from his grasp. You moan at the warmth as you shove it down the front of your clothing, the heat already making the cramps reside a little.
“Talia’s out of town and you know nothin’ tastes anywhere near as good as you do,” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. You want to scream at his perfect dumb face with its stupid puppy eyes.
“Jason. I’ve got a waterfall of blood in my underwear – which is stained by the way because none of the PATH toilets had any pads in any of their dispensers – my back hurts, my stomach hurts, my boobs are pain central, and my ankles are sore for some ungodly reason. I’m not adding “mauled by a hungry vampire” to the list of reasons why I’m destroying my liver with painkillers.”
You know you’re probably being bitchier about it than you normally would be to turn him down, but you’ve just had the day from hell. First your period had started on your morning commute to work. Then the pad you had been counting on to be in your purse hadn’t been there, a casualty of Tamara two desks over last week. There’d only been a single pill left in the bottle of painkillers you kept at your desk, and you’d been so run off your feet with work that you hadn’t had a chance to run out for more. You’re tired and sore, absolutely ready to face plant into bed.
“I don’t gotta bite, you know,” Jason says slowly.
“What,” you retort flatly, already done with this conversation.
“Well if you’re already bleeding. I don’t hafta bite you.” He smirks at you like he’s solved all of your problems. Slowly, your face starts to heat up as you put together what he’s implying.
“You don’t– what. You wanna...” you splutter, unable to string the thought together.
“C’mon sweetheart,” he prowls towards you, predatory glint in his eye “let me put my mouth to good use. I promise I won’t bite.” He’s got you backed against the countertop, balancing on your tip toes. The faux marble is firm beneath your scrabbling fingertips as you let out a squeak. He traces the apple of your cheek with a deceptively gentle finger. “Besides, you always feel so nice and relaxed after you come. Might make those cramps better.”
Cotton mouthed, you swallow down your desire but you can tell from the lopsided grin that Jason can already smell it on you.
“Ye-ah, okay.” You nod and bite your lip. “But if you make my cramps worse, I reserve the right to knee you in the head.”
Jason’s got you undressed and flat on your back on the bed in under 15 seconds in what has to be a new personal record. He’d even managed to put a towel down and reposition the heating pack right over your womb between breaths. Somewhere in the trip between the kitchen and the bedroom Jason had lost his shirt and you’re reminded again of just how badly he can make your mouth water, staring at the broad expanse of muscle covered in a thin layer of fat. He looks down at your bare, bleeding cunt and you swear you see a hint of something cold and predatory tinge his desire.
You reach out to him feeling oddly vulnerable, the rabbit kicking in the jaws of the wolf. He smiles at you, and despite the narrowed slit of his pupils you feel the warmth leech back into the room. Gently, he lowers himself down to cover your body with his. Kisses and laps at your open mouth, careful not to nick you with his fangs. Jason smooths a broad palm along the side of your ribcage until it settles on the plush curve of your hip. Slowly, he starts to kiss at your jaw and throat, purposefully avoiding the lush temptation of your carotid.
When Jason takes your aching breast into the wet heat of his mouth for the first time that night, you gasp and arch your back. Your hips strain with nowhere to go against the rock solid weight of his body. He’s gentler than he usually is, keeps his promise not to bite by laving at the bud of your nipple with the flat of his tongue. Kisses and sucks at the aching flesh until you are mewling from oversensitivity, now wet with more than just blood. He barely reacts to you clawing at his back, nails leaving raw red lines that heal over in an instant.
“Too much too muchtoomuchtoomuch,” you babble, body leaden with a different type of ache.
He pulls off your breast with an audible pop, a thin line of spit connecting his lips to the wet mess he’s made of your tits. Jason smiles as he peppers kisses down your belly, still careful not to jostle the heat pack from it’s place. He licks and kisses at each thigh before placing them onto his shoulders, sucking hard enough to leave bruises in your wake. You start to roll your eyes at him for his obsession with getting as close to your blood as possible when the scrape of teeth across the thin skin has you trying to strangle him with your thighs.
“No biting,” you gasp out, the curve of your spine pushing your breasts into the air.
“No biting,” he says, humouring you.
Jason hands close around your hips and drags you down to meet him. He licks a broad stripe right across your dripping cunt, obliterating any indignant thoughts in your head. Sucks a kiss to your clit that has you grabbing for his hair, desperate to keep his face right there. Your hips struggle to move but the coiled strength in his palms traps you right where he wants you. He’s enjoying this, you can tell from the way he’s playing you like a finely tuned instrument. Alternates long slow licks with taps and flicks of his tongue just to watch you dissolving into a whining and desperate creature.
You’re wet, so wet you can feel it dripping down to the cleft of your ass. Jason slurps – slurps! – up the mixture of your blood and arousal, traces it straight back to the source until he’s sucking right over your entrance. The tip of his tongue traces your cunt before plunging in and you moan, body tensing up at the intrusion. Trying to arch up into him, Jason slams your hips back down onto the mattress, the heating pad sliding somewhere off to the side of your hip.
“C’mon baby, gotta stay still so I can finish my dinner,” he purrs, not even bothering to look up from the blood drooling between your legs.
Arousal and embarrassment flare through you, lighting you up and burning through your cheeks as he goes back to eating you out. The spread of his fangs pinning your hole wide open as he thrusts the slick muscle of his tongue back into you. Uses it to curl into you wickedly until you moan high and reedy in your throat, aching for more. A thick finger prods at your entrance, alternates thrusting in with his tongue, forcing you to clench down around the intrusion. You can do nothing but lay there and take it, as he fucks you on his fingers and tongue. There’s no escape from him and his questing mouth, pinned down as you are.
Your thighs start to shake when he curls a second finger into you, scissors his fingers wide to make it easier to drink you down. Spreads you open and fucks back in as deep as his hand will go. Hooks those fingers into the soft spongy part of your gut that has you seeing stars and pushes as he sucks on your clit again.
“Right there, Jay,” you whine, fighting for breath as your tummy screws up tight. “Please.”
Jason keeps hitting that spot with his fingers with unerring accuracy, hammering away as he laves over your clit. It’s the barest hint of teeth dragging across it that sends you burning over the edge, vision whiting out at the corners when you come. Chest heaving as you try to breath through it, body turning to jelly, your cramps are long forgotten in the flood of endorphins.
Jason grins from between your thighs, chin red with your blood and sticky with your slick. Leans over to show you the mess you’ve made of his hand, the sticky strings that still cling, connecting it to your twitching cunt. He keeps his eyes locked with yours as he licks it all up, moans at the taste of you and ruts his dick into the bed.
“You taste so good, honey–" you whine at the praise “–just had to have a little taste. And I was good wasn’t I, didn’t even bite to get it, so I think I deserve a little dessert too.”
You nod too fucked out and relaxed to move, body nearly one with the bed as your aching muscles melt. He grins, predatory again, and oh you should have seen this coming. Something about wetting his throat with blood always has Jason desperate to get his dick wet too.
Jason slowly feeds his cock into you, smile still stained red. Moves one of your legs to hook around his waist while he carefully keeps the other one pinned over his shoulder as he folds you in two. He’s big. He’s always big but in this position you can feel every inch of him, can practically taste your hips giving way as he makes space for himself inside of you. Jason sets a pace that has you shaking under him, eyes wide as he steals the air from your lungs with each deep thrust. Filthy, wet squelching noises stream from your cunt as he fucks it sloppy, driven feral by the scent of blood in the air.
He coos at your wide eyes and slack-jawed expression as you clench tighter and tighter around him. Bends his head to mouth at your neglected breasts and smear them bloody. Jason minds his teeth as he laps and suckles at your tits in a crude approximation of what he just did to your clit. All the while his thrusts speed up, jolt you up the bed as he starts to jackhammer. You wail as he comes inside of you, hot spurts of cum painting your quivering walls. Jason works a hand between you and all it takes is the slightest pressure to set off the chain reaction in you again.
Smug, Jason rolls off to lie beside you, head propped on his hand to watch you gasp and twitch like a gutted fish. He reaches down between your thighs and runs a finger through the mess there, causes you to shiver. Jason licks your combined spend off his finger and sighs with satisfaction. Starts to rub the warm mixture of blood, cum and slick into the skin over your womb in idle patterns.
“You know, you tasted good before, but I think I like you best when you taste like me.”
I just wanted to say that I love your writing and I need more Jason Todd vampire or just batfam in general with any supernatural powers/creatures it works too well for them.
@dreammarestuff, Thank you!! This might be more romance leaning but the idea of vampire Jason is there!
Vampire!Jason Todd, who can walk in the daylight but prefers the calmness of the night. He starves himself of blood, only seeking out bloodbags when he truly gets desperate.
Vampire! Jason Todd is a bit of a loser. He's a relatively new vampire and doesn't care for the whole 'collect wealth and hoard for all eternity' thing. He only fights crime and binge-watches movies based on his favorite books; spoiler: They're always bad.
Vampire!Jason Todd thought it was a good idea to get snacks one night. He can't eat them, but he really likes the smell; it's nostalgic. In his favorite late-night convenience store, he caught the scent of something so sweet that it nearly sent him into a frenzy. He literally had to go in the alley and hit his head on the brick wall to calm down.
Vampire!Jason Todd who peeps around the corner and sees the most beautiful woman in his entire life. He swore his cold, dead heart began to beat. He was certain that if he was still alive, his face would be flushed bright red.
Vampire!Jason Todd who does some light stalking. It's not really stalking, but it's like everywhere he went, her scent was there, lingering under his nose. He found her at his local bookstore. It wasn't until she accidentally bumped into him and spilled her drink on him that he stuttered asking her out.
Vampire!Jason Todd who decided he was going to be completely normal about this. He was doing his best, and he's the gentlest giant. Sure, he's a bloodsucking creature, but she doesn't see him as such. Oh, he'd burn down the world for her, he knew that the moment she spilled her overly expensive drink on him. He thought he was going to die (3x) celibate, but now he's ready for more with her.
I think Jason would find claws and fangs inexplainably hot. It's always werewolf!jason this vampire!jason that but that man is a monsterfucker lemme tell you.
I think it would be catarhic for him in a way, loving someone monstrous when he's not feeling entirely human himself on most days. That combined with his natural addiction to danger and partners that can and will throw him around...my mans reaching the levels of simp that should't be even possible.
Bonus if y/n is battling with their urges to not gorge on Jason's flesh and blood.
okay this…. i am really feeling this…. i like the spin on it and i think i could write the hell out of it..
Okay, but the thought of vampire!Jay letting his fangs lightly drag up your inner thighs!! Screaming!!
HELLO THIS REMINDS OF THIS SCENEEE IN DL AHHHHHHHH (I was obsessed with that anime btw lol)
Your heartbeat ran fester once Jason trapped you underneath him, "are you scared, doll?" He mocks you with a sly grin that shows those sharp fangs of his making you go pale.
Your eyes wide as you watch him go down and grab your thigh, gently kneading the flesh between his fingers. "I don't want to be rude, but it's been a while since I had the chance to taste something so delicious. Hope you don't mind."
He licked your inner thigh before pressing his fangs against the skin, they sank slowly, ripping the flesh and making you cry in pain.
Jason tried to soothe your cries by rubbing your leg, but that didn't stopped him from drinking that delicious blood that's been haunting him since the day he met you.
