#And that Jason X form 😭

[ikariokami]

So… this is a thing.

Does this mean we can have him in Dead by Daylight now?

[cxlxrx]

idk but writing my silly little mental hospital au series on ao3 is so delightful

[hadesrise]

## murder for you, baby !!

summary──── a justifiable serial killer on the loose, and jason finds himself being enamoured by him.

pairings──── jason todd x dbd!ghostface!male reader

warnings──── nsfw content, serial killer themes, dead dove do not eat, sexual arousal in response to violence or torture, murder, blood, deaths, gore, foul language, bottom!jason, top!reader, reader’s physique is described as tall and broad ( the slasher build ), possessiveness, choking, praise kink, blood kink, knife play ( reader carving his initials on jason ), toxic!reader ( ? ), sorta toxic relationship but also not, unprotected sex, love-making, pet names, overstimulation, dumbification, degradation if you squint, lil’ bit of manipulation, creampie, doggy style, mating press, biting, marking, oral ( r. receiving ), voice kink ( ? )

author’s note──── not me coming back with halloween themed fic after halloween days have passed lol. i’m alive, y’all !! hope you enjoy this one that took a fucking month to write 😭

𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 ; this post may contain disturbing contents that may not be suitable for every reader — a reader discretion is advised. MINORS DNI !!

Gotham’s been terrorized by the worst people you could ever imagine, the kind that’ll stick with you forever and take residence to your nightmares if you were unfortunate enough. Many were hurt or even murdered as a result of the villains’ terrorization, with vigilantes running through the night to capture and send them to Arkham Asylum.

With the existence of a Psychopathic Clown, his equally psychopathic girlfriend with PHD’s that’s been wasted down the line, the Mother Nature freak, the ridiculously huge man with a gas mask on, the green coloured living question mark, and many others, no one would’ve ever thought anything could get any worse.

Until some criminals’ bodies turn up across the streets in such disturbing manner that haunts the witnesses to death.

One, a criminal who murdered young and homeless boys, gutted deeply to the point of their intestines hanging out. Another, a criminal known for kidnapping and selling people’s organs, mutilated with their torso torn back to expose the organs settled inside of them. Another one, a priest-turned-criminal who’s been violating women and children, crucified naked in his own church with his eyes gouged out, a Bible verse carved in his chest; ‘And if your eye causes you to sin, gouge it out and throw it away.’ Matthew 18:9; his penis cut off and body seemingly violated as well. Another more turns up, a governor-turned-criminal who’s been feeding into the rich despite their oath of generosity towards the poor, severely tortured with the skin on his back cut open, ribs severed from the spine and broken to the sides in order to create the illusion of wings, fluttering lungs pulled out from their chest cavity to resemble an eagle’s wings, with the word ‘traitor’ carved on his forehead.

The brutality and gruesome nature of the murders has set an alarming panic and fear across Gotham City that forced civilians into locking their doors at night. Criminals who were unidentified and not found by Gotham Police Department were also turning up in a form of miserable, tortured soul, along with the evidence and proofs of their crimes being carelessly laid beside their lifeless corpse.

The killer taunts those who are in charge of justice within their city each time the damned were unfortunate enough to be hunted down; pigs of failure written in the criminal’s blood right beside the drawing of a police’s logo.

However, despite how gruesome and disturbing the murders were, most people couldn’t deny that it was doing the city a favor. Justice System has failed more times than one could count to the extent of victims yearning to exact revenge themselves against their perpetrator, which causes most to react rather positively to the wrongful, unlikely hero who had seem to suddenly appear out of nowhere. The haunted finally getting the chance to slay the traumatic demons with the help of another psychopath on the loose.

Another justified monstrosity shouldn’t be the counter against one inhumane monstrosity that caused so much pain, trauma, and misery. But kindness could not vanquish one’s tainted blood. Forgiveness could not suddenly wash away the sins engraved deeply into one’s soul.

Imperfect, the victims muttered. An imperfect yet perfect way to save our burning souls wrongfully condemned by the criminals.

Red Hood has heard their murmurs.

Silent whispers of gratitude that fell on deaf ears, their previously dim soul brightening in relief and sanctuary with smiles on their faces as the Universe had finally took mercy on them and sent a Fallen Angel to slay the Demons away. He’s watched their spirit uplift, no longer chained down by the trauma and fear of the monsters that once ruined their lives, able to walk the streets carefree of tormentors. He’s watched their stiff posture visibly loosen, lively peacefulness settling itself at last within their haunted eyes. He’s watched them glow with happiness not feeling the presence of their perpetrator every couple of seconds, finally capable of living without needing to constantly look over their shoulders in paranoia and fear.

Ghostface is what the serial killer’s called, nickname born out of the mask that resembled a ghost always being left behind in crime scenes, each slightly different.

Jason has seen you. He didn’t mean to, really.

The temptation to get at least one look at you was great every-time he patrolled, wishing to just catch glimpse of an immoral hero who could make sacrifices no actual heroes could — who’s doing exactly what he wished before for Batman to do.

The Universe seems to have granted his wishes when his eyes catches the void of ghostface’s eyes, your mask tainted in splatters of blood from the dead criminal below you. Jason feels his world come to a stop as you slowly rise from crouching position and reveal your unnaturally tall height, broad shoulders visible under the black hooded leather. You hold silence and calmness despite being caught, tilting your head slightly to the side.

His heartbeat quickens yet he doesn’t feel fear. Jason idiotically steps closer as if he was in a trance, burning your existence within his eyes to engrave in his memory. Your bloody knife barely grazes his neck to stop him before using it to tilt his chin up, your figure looming and towering over him while seemingly staring into his eyes through his helmet.

A sense of peacefulness overcomes Jason being in your presence despite the absolute brutality and mercilessness that surrounded your entire being. You were deadly, silent, certainly creative with your work that it deems almost artistic, as if the criminals’ bodies were your own canvas to paint on — and Jason finds solace in you. A man he always needed, someone who’d be willing to cross the line and get rid of the actual evil for the sake of victims that’d be forever haunted if it continues to exist.

“I’ve heard things about you, Red Hood.”

Low, raspy, monotone voice speaks, sending shivers down his spine. It sounds cool and handsome regardless of the obvious use of voice changer, somehow littered with tiniest hint of flirtatiousness.

It takes him quite a while to answer, barely managing to let out a “yeah?” as he feels you drag the knife slightly closer to his pulse. His heartbeat quickens, but slows down when the cold metal was finally pulled away.

“Pleasant things,” You hummed, before your voice lowered a few octaves, “Can’t say the same about Batman.” Anger seems to seep through your tone that felt a little more than just sympathy for victims of villains Batman refused to put six feet under. Jason wondered if you’re also one of the victims his father failed.

“You… You know him that much?” Jason’s voice shakes from the nerve, your presence somehow greatly affecting him.

“I think everyone knows him enough,” You chuckled, but it sounded so empty that Jason can’t help but feel the goosebumps rise on his skin. It was quite chilling to meet someone who shows only a certain amount of emotion which could even be felt expressionless due to the monotonous pitch. The ghostface mask certainly did its job of making you seem more less human, the unmoving expression of ghost being horrified to death adding to the eeriness of your toneless mechanic voice.

Jason’s breath hitched when you took one step closer.

“But I know more about you. Your little past and the sufferings you’ve endured,” It’s spoken as if his life was one of your necessary investigation in your twisted justice. “It’s unfair, don’t you think? I would’ve gutted the Joker like a fish if it were to happen to my son.” There’s a condescending way in which you spoke, not directed at Jason but to Bruce.

“How—” Jason swallowed. “How did you—”

“I can make your dreams come true,” You interrupted him with a tempting offer, shutting him up effectively. Wide grin plastered your face despite not being seen behind your mask. “I can kill the Clown for you, Red Hood. If it means it’ll silence your troubled spirit. If it’ll bring you peace. I can hurt him on your behalf just like he deserves.”

It was like a whisper from the devil, slithering its way into Jason’s heart and mind to possess his soul, mirroring the one which whispered on Adam and Eve’s ears.

He’s been wanting — needing — to hear those words come out of Bruce. His suffering and death seemingly being brushed off as a cruel accident shattered him more than he’d ever admit, Bruce’s unhealthy coping mechanism and morality getting in the way of showing his love for Jason that left the younger man feel lesser than he was. Bruce was a complex person that’s sometimes difficult to understand, his impressive ways to stick to his morals being exactly his character, but Jason wanted for once, to actually feel how important he was to his father.

Was that too much to ask for, or was he just unworthy of the entirety of it?

“Why would you do that for me?” Confusion and subtle suspicion filled his tone as Jason narrowed his eyes, trying to figure out your intention despite the rush of hope that shot throughout his chest. He forced himself to feel nothing when you leaned in closer.

“Because you were wronged, of course.” You simply stated. “You are a victim. Not more, not less. You deserve a little more than just empty justice. And I’m a man who got tired of vigilantes that are afraid to make sacrifices for the greater good.” Then, you tilt your head slightly to the side in a way that’s somehow alluring. “But I can also say I’m intrigued by you.”

Jason’s heartbeat quickens again when your big hand seems to wrap perfectly around his throat, fingers resting just above his pulse points. It makes such filthy thoughts flood themselves into his mind, your long and quite thick fingers falling victims to his tainted imagination, and he had to give everything in himself not to bare his throat more for you. You seem pleased of his lack of disobedience and bite, having expected him to shove your hand away or flinch back before you could touch him. You’ve seen Red Hood once and how his uncontrollable rage resulted in violence, heavy burdens and extreme trauma turning him into a ticking time bomb that could explode any minute with the wrong move. He was absolutely lethal, the bullets serving as the evidence of his wrath and resentment towards the underground scumbags. It’s amusing that you have the man of violence himself now somehow completely under your control, surprisingly quiet and shy and obedient. You wondered if this is how he was before he was ruined by the cruelty of the world.

“You want it, don’t you? For me to kill the Joker.”

Jason feels as if you know everything he wants. Is this what it feels like to be important?

It takes a little while for him to answer, but he eventually came up with a “You’ll do that?” which sounded vulnerable and weak for the first time in his second life. Your heart clenched at the doubt and seemingly child-like vulnerability in which he uttered the words, as if he was afraid to trust something after being betrayed countless of times, reminding you of the sole person you’ve even began doing all of this for. They were quite similar yet so different — your older brother and Jason.

You hadn’t meant to cross his boundaries and unknowingly step into the empty hole that made home in his heart. Unconsciously slithering in like a snake by touching the subject his heart was longing for, not realizing his childhood’s still remaining within his spirit.

All he wanted was love and to feel safe again. You didn’t know the Red Hood was so adorably pitiful. A smirk plastered your face.

“I will,” You reassured and leaned your face inches away from his, the hand on his throat lifting his helmet slightly.

Jason doesn’t retaliate, blinded by a meat of hope dangled in front of him. He doesn’t move as the lower half of his face was exposed, and you lifted your own mask the same using your other hand. Jason willingly, obediently closes his eyes before your lips attached to his — a kiss of death, tasting like blood and cruelty. Warm and soft despite your rough, cold-blooded, corrupted soul. A kiss from the devil.

When Jason opened his eyes, you had already disappeared into the darkness with blood stains on the ground you stood before, a single note left behind; Hell will reopen for the Clown.

After neatly tucking the note inside his jacket and making sure no evidence has been accidentally left on the crime scene, Red Hood smiles for the first time in a long while and reaches for the comms without a heavy heart.

“Batman, I found another body.”

Whatever happens, he’ll have no knowledge of the following misfortune that’ll befall on the Joker. It’s the righteous serial killer’s doing, after all.

What was used to be a maniacal laughter turned into screams of agony and pain. Strong stench of death and blood makes euphoria rush within your mind, the feeling of slicing through flesh with your knife bringing pleasure and ecstasy that made your pants tight. There’s a certain amount of satisfaction in the way your own actions cause serious harm and scarring to criminals who once deemed themselves powerful, being reduced into nothing but a powerless prey that could easily be gotten rid of.

You feel increasingly powerful the more you strip them of their dignity and arrogance as they shed blood on the holy ground. Your existence alone striking them with crippling fear and anxiety feeds into your ego, yet you never stray away from the sole purpose or reason for your murders — making them taste their own medicine.

From what you found on countless deep dive and research, Joker preyed on Red Hood when he was still a young child full of life and joy, having been under the name Robin at the time. Second Robin to be exact, considering he was a lot different from the first one. It actually surprisingly pained you when you’d seen how much of an adorable, dorky, nice kid he was before misfortune cut his life short. You would’ve never thought you would find a kid adorable in your entire life, the little menaces often being nothing more than a headache to be around with that caused a certain dislike to grow towards them within you, but Jason was everything a cute kid was. Just excited to be there, to be fighting alongside Batman, to be relevant.

Such a precious boy ruined for the sake of shits and giggles for the Clown. For the sake of getting under Batman’s skin. And the Bat couldn’t even make fucking amends to his flaws as a father and mentor.

Well, he didn’t need to anymore.

You’ll give Red Hood— Jason Todd —what he wants. Yearned for. Perhaps, even what the other civilians who have fallen victims to this vile criminal want. You would stop at nothing until every criminal is gurgling and choking on their own blood.

Joker’s scream shoots a jolt of electricity within your body as your knife pierce through his skinny thigh and to the ground, pinning his leg down. You had been doing an effective job of reducing the maniac into nothing but a screaming, cowering average victim by torture. Bruises, burns, gashes, and stab wounds littered his body that was done carefully enough to not be life-threatening. Fucker was laughing maniacally at first, of course. It irritated you so much that you might’ve went a little overboard.

Watching Joker heave and struggle to breathe from the pain, you tilted your head and roughly grabbed his throat. It catches him off guard and he grips your wrist, barely even having the strength to fight you off. You’re amused by the entirety of Joker’s nature, how he’s still just an average man that can easily be overpowered — nothing that makes him special enough to not be killed, becoming proof of Batman’s selfish willingness to let the victims suffer than bring them actual peace.

You’ve never uttered a word since you captured him and it unnerved Joker from the beginning, but then, words finally come out of your mouth in a form of monotonous, mechanical, emotionless, eerie voice as you lean over him; “Laugh it out, Joker. Why so serious?”

It sounded like a death sentence.

He’s right in a way, because another of your knife pierced the corner of his mouth soon as you uttered the words. Your other hand tightened on his arteries to choke him while you drag the knife to slit the side of his mouth into a grin, following the lines of his red lipstick. It was certainly not a clean cut, but an artist has their own creative ways to make their art. Tears mixed in with blood that gushes out of his face, complete horrors written across Joker’s eyes which boosts your satisfaction. You go on and do the same thing to the other side of his mouth, before finishing your art piece by carving ‘J’ on his painted cheek.

You resist the urge to moan at the sight of blood coating your fine piece, always finding it to be an amazing finishing touch.

From then on, Joker was brought to literal Hell.

Jason flinches when a playful knock sounded from his safe house’s window, cautiously approaching to see ghostface waving at him through the glass. His eyes widened and immediately opens the window to let you in, not wanting anyone to see you — your sudden appearance distracting him from the fact he’s never given anyone the location of his safe house.

He stops in track at the blood splatters across your mask, and just then had he noticed you seemed to be hiding something behind your back with one hand. It definitely strikes his curiosity, but he somehow didn’t feel like you were holding something that could harm him.

“You got something for me, ghostface?” Jason feels you grin under your mask.

“Got you a present,” Your raspy, rough voice enthusiastically quipped.

Jason’s breath hitches when you show what you were holding — the Joker’s decapitated head in a square glass container tainted by its blood. You obviously had planned to bring it barehand, but you considered the possibility of its blood dripping down on his safe house and becoming a false evidence to point him to the murder, which prompted you to put it inside the container. An unbelievably sweet gesture for a fucking psychopath like you.

Jason could feel his heart beat rapidly as he takes in the animal’s state, carved up grin and the letter J and the horrors seen in its lifeless eyes proving the absolute misery and suffering it went through before being put down. The monster was finally, finally slain and gone forever from his life. Nightmares detangles from his spirit and the past unwraps away from his soul, utter peace and relief spreading throughout his chest. Tears gathered in his eyes at the feeling of being free at last from the life long torment, breath shaking as his knees wobbled.

The child in himself, the innocent Robin that was killed unfairly, finally rests in peace.

Then he sees you, his hero, waving your seemingly new knife playfully in the air with your outfit splattered in blood without a care that you actually saved him, and Jason feels a sudden surge of arousal and will to submit. To give you everything, anything.

“Do you love it, Red Hood?”

Without answering you, Jason grabs the glass container with shaky hands and sets it aside on the counter before stepping back closer to you again, blood rushing to his veins from arousal. He removes his helmet with a thud on the floor and falls to his knees in front of you, lustful and yearning emerald eyes looking up at you.

“Let me thank you, please.”

It makes you groan as your pants significantly tightens more.

You slide your knife back into the holster before cupping his beautiful face in your hands, and thank fucking Heavens there wasn’t any blood on it that would taint his face, because he’s a sight to behold. He’s truly a gem, something precious you had never seen before. “So beautiful,” You whispered, making Jason flush. “Baring yourself to me for such a simple present, doll?”

“Not a simple present,” Jason mumbled as he snuggles on the palm of your hands. “You saved me.”

You hum appreciatively, getting the itch to bare yourself to him as well. “You wanna thank me by what?”

Jason looks back at you, face flushed with a little hint of uncertainty and embarrassment, doubts. “I— uhm,” He stammers, but encouraged by your thumb’s gentle stroke on his cheek. “By… by becoming yours.”

Your cock throbs. Fuck, he’s so fucking adorable, you just wanna fuck his guts out. You’re usually tempted to gut people, not fuck their guts— which is funny to say the least— but you weren’t going to say no when the Red Hood’s so willing to offer himself up.

“You wanna take my mask off, doll?” He seems surprised by your question as if he hadn’t thought of it, making you chuckle. “If you wanna be mine, I gotta be yours too, don’t I?” It was dangerous to reveal your identity to him, but you couldn’t care less, especially when you could just fuck his brains out to shut him up. That’s the plan, first time that didn’t include butchering or cutting a body up.

Jason fucking Todd and his effects on you.

The emerald eyed male hesitantly grasped your mask when you led his hands to it, slowly lifting it over your head. He’s met with a fucking luscious feature to ever be adorned on a man and dark, lustfully murderous blood red eyes that makes a whimper slip past his lips. You merely widened your eyes at the sound he made before immediately grabbing his jaw and smashing your lips against his, swallowing Jason’s surprised gasp.

He reciprocates the insatiable hunger you displayed, tongue dancing along with yours and moaning into the kiss when your fingers lightly tugged on his hair. You pull him up in amidst of making out and squeeze his ass, encouraging him to wrap his legs around your hips. You detach your lips from his to trail kisses down his jaw and neck as you walked towards his bedroom, questionably knowing where it is, and Jason tilts his head back to give you more access with closed eyes. Letting him stimulate both of your restrained cocks by grinding down, you sat down on the bed and sucked on his throat as Jason moaned.

“Please, please…” He whimpers, uncontrollably moving his hips in a perfect rhythm yet he seemed to want something else.

You pulled away and traced his lips with your thumb, watching as he naturally took it in and sucked, giving you a desperate look. Swiftly turning off the voice changer attached to your neck in a form of choker, you chuckled when his hands fiddled with the belt on your hooded coat. “So needy, aren’t you?” Your real voice sends shivers down his spine.

An alluring, low, slightly rough pitch and somehow more emotionless than when you were using the voice changer. It makes his cock twitch and empty hole clench down on nothing, the need to be stuffed full of your cum swarming in his belly. You’re fucking bewitching, a man made up from every guy and girl’s fantasy, wet dream, and your attractiveness mirroring the Devil’s that would tempt and lure others to sin.

How the fuck were you real?

“Speak up, pretty bird.” You smirked, “What do you want?”

“Your cock,” Jason mutters, cheeks tinted in pink. “Wanna suck your cock and make you feel good.”

“Fuck…” You shifted in place, “You’ll do that f’me? Get my cock nice and wet to take you apart? To fuck your guts out?”

Jason shakily inhales and nods, climbing off your lap and kneeling on the floor. You lean back on your hands as he unstraps your belt and slide your zipper down, slightly raising your hips to help him get rid of the excess clothes. Your thick and lengthy cock smacks against your clothed stomach, making Jason’s mouth water. Thick veins throbbed on your big shaft, the tip angry and red from arousal leaking precum. It wasn’t just big, it was long, and Jason squeezes his thighs together to keep himself from just riding your cock all day.

His hand wraps around the base, starting to stroke it with a content rhythm. God, you were so fucking big. It’d definitely split him open if you shove it in so suddenly and fill him up nice. It’d make him scream his head off from the unbearable length and girth, almost too much, and Jason wants you to force him to take it. Pin him down and fuck him despite his pleas to stop.

Jason swipes his thumb over the slit, smearing precum, pumping it for a good amount before licking a stripe up the underside of your cock. You shudder, removing your gloves to slip your bare fingers through Jason’s hair, encouraging him to take you in. He obeys, relaxing his throat first before sliding your cock inside his warm mouth, and you groaned at the warmth that surrounded you. It almost didn’t fit from how big you were, but Jason braced himself and took it in further until he gagged as the tip touched the back of his throat. Wrapping his hand around your shaft that he couldn’t take in, stroking gently as if to apologize.

A moan slips past your lips when he starts bobbing his head, tongue brushing against the underside of your dick. “Fuck… Doin’ so good,” You roll your head back. “Such a pretty face to fuck, ain’t ya?”

Jason whines, tears gathered in his eyes as he sucks and fastens his rhythm. Curses, grunts leave your lips that left him feeling all hot and bothered, his other hand moving to skillfully pull his pants down and free his aching cock.

You see him touching himself and a smirk adorns your sinful face, gently scratching his scalp with your nails which earned you a whimper from him. “Go on, fuck yourself. We both know it wouldn’t fit that easily without proper prep,” Expression twisting into a cocky one, your grip on his hair tightened. “I’ll do as I please with your mouth until you’re done.”

Without waiting for his approval, you roughly shoved your cock deep down his throat and moaned loudly, throwing your head back. Jason gagged with a loud whimper as his eyes rolled back into his skull and cum shot out from his throbbing cock, hips jutting forward and twitching due to the sudden orgasm. You chuckle lowly, amusement and lust glinting in your bright red eyes, before you pull back and ram on his throat again.

Jason’s cries and moans were muffled as you ruthlessly use his throat to gain pleasure. His mind has already turned into mush from your assaults, white cum and precum staining the floor yet he doesn’t put up a fight. Taking it all like the good, obedient boy that he is. He’s reached behind him to insert two fingers in his awaiting hole, walls clamping down on the digits from the arousal of his throat being utterly wrecked.

Yesyesyes, please. He chanted in his mind. Use me, mark me, cum in my throat, make me yours.

The moment you fulfilled your promise and delivered him the head of his enemy, he was already yours. It’s all he ever wanted. Unquenchable thirst that always gnawed on his throat and hunger that left his stomach restless, his soul practically teared in half from being battered and beaten. He matters now — mattered enough to you, that you went ahead and killed the source of his misery. The love exploding in his chest was almost unbearable; he was already high on cloud nine from the moment he’s seen you present the head so cheerfully.

You see how he looks up at you, emerald eyes almost displaying hearts with how much he was melting. He’s taken your murderous act as an affection, and you couldn’t be more happy, because it’s what you intended.

“Shit, baby… Gonna cum soon,” You panted, thrusting vigorously. Jason hums and flexes his throat to provide you more pleasure, making you tighten the grip on his hair. “You want me to cum down your throat?”

You earned a desperate whine from him, closing his eyes to prove he was waiting for it. His fingers kept their own assault on his prostate, scissoring and stretching the squishy walls, muffled moans escaping him.

God, he looked so fucking gorgeous. He’d look even more gorgeous with your dick ramming inside him.

Jason feels your big cock throb in his mouth and his fingers move more aggressively to pleasure himself, wanting to reach his high at the same time as you. Stimulating your tip with the back of his throat a few times, you moaned loudly with a curse when Jason slightly flicks his tongue over your sensitive underside, forcing an orgasm out of your body. White, thick, warm seeds spurt out from your slit to his awaiting throat as Jason whimpered in delight and shot another layer of cum on the wet stained floor, hips thrusting in the air.

He greedily swallows every drop that spilled down his mouth despite the euphoria making him feel dizzy as his body slightly trembles.

You chuckled, breathing heavily, pleased expression spread across your face. “Good boy. That was such a good throat-fuck.”

The raspy, sultry tone of your voice makes electricity and chills run through Jason’s spine as his walls clench down on his fingers, yearning to be filled. Jason certainly doesn’t have a womb — it’s anatomically impossible — yet he couldn’t help but feel like it’s there, waiting and aching to be fucked and bred. He needs your cum to be pushed so far inside him. Need to be marked entirely as yours inside and out. Need you to rearrange his guts, fuck his brains out, breed him full, then fuck your cum further back into him.

Jason pulled his fingers out, whimpering at the loss of contact, before looking back up at you with begging eyes. “Can you-?” His voice cracks as he swallows, “Take me apart, please. Make me yours, fuck, I wanna be yours.”

You noticed tears gathering in his eyes, as if being rejected of his want to be your possession would be an ultimate heartbreak in his life; a life-threatening, gnawing thorn in his heart that’ll tear him apart piece by piece and shredding his soul. Jason thinks he can’t live without becoming yours, his savior’s. He can’t live without the source of his safety, the man that fulfilled his silly little dream and sacrificed his own sanity for it.

It absolutely amuses you that he’s become so attached just because you’ve driven him away from harm’s way. A little dumb, but he was your little dumb doll.

You gently caress his face and Jason leans into your touch, making your lips curl upwards into a smile. “Of course, doll.”

It leads to Jason being pressed face first on the mattress as you rail him from behind, sinful and alluring noises leaving his lips stained in drool. Your name escapes him like a chanted prayer, hands gripping the sheets, electricity sparking within his mind that left him dumb and unable to think coherently.

“Fuh-fuck! mgh, ah- yes, oh my god—!” He cries out when you pulled almost entirely back and rammed your cock roughly into him, almost seeing stars in his vision.

The roughness in which you handled him, the perfect angle of your hips allowing you to force pleasure out of his body every-time you thrust, the way you push his back down on the mattress to make him arch more into your merciless tactic, leaves Jason absolutely delirious. You didn’t just fuck him good; you fucked him with absolute vigor and violence, occasionally biting strongly on his shoulder to draw blood, showcasing your natural instincts as a serial killer. He feels your big fucking dick throb and gets impossibly bigger inside him each time his blood seeps out the broken skin, and Jason’s head spins at how much it drove arousal in his core.

“Good fuckin’ sex toy,” You grunted, roughly slamming your hips against his and causing a sharp moan to erupt from Jason.

“B-big—! s’too big- fuck!” Jason whines, tears spilling endlessly down his cheeks.

You smirk as you feel your ego skyrocket at being able to reduce a rather muscular man into nothing but a whining, blabbering bitch. “Yeah? I do split you open, don’t I? But you love it since you’re such a fuckin’ slut.”

“oh- aghn! y-yours— hnngh! Your s-slut! No one else’s-!” He chokes out, desperately reaching for you behind him.

“So fuckin’ adorable,” You chuckled and grabbed his hand, pinning it back to the mattress as you hover over him. You seem to fit against each other perfectly well, your large and tall body able to encage him that left Jason’s stomach fluttering. He’s taken a lot liking of the fact you’re bigger than him, considering he’s never been the smaller one when he was with others. It gives him a sense of shelter.

“p-please— pleaseplease- oh! cum— fuck… cum in me again!” Jason blabbered.

You can’t help but comply to his request, fastening your pace and drilling more into him. Incoherent sentences spill from his drooling mouth when he feels your cock pulse within his walls that signified your soon release. There’s a purpose in which you thrust your hips now — more sharp and angled yet a little sloppy, aimed to brush against his prostate and make him feel utterly good.

“Shit… Cummin’, doll.” You grunted right in his ear before shoving him on the mattress by the back of his nape and slamming all the way down on his already gaping hole.

Jason nearly screams, voice cracking, as his orgasm hits like a strong tide of wave at the same time you spilled thick layer of white semen into his fucked out guts. You ride out your orgasm by thrusting slowly a few times as Jason’s body violently shakes from the aftershock. He subconsciously whines in annoyance when some of your previous cum seems to overflow and replaced by your recent one, bucking his hips as if to use your big cock as a plug to keep them all in. His belly felt full from how much you’ve been filling him with your seed yet it still didn’t feel enough. Jason wanted more; he knew you weren’t going full on him yet.

You swiftly turned him around on his back without pulling out and kissed him roughly. Jason mewls into the kiss when the position makes you push more deeper into him, his hands immediately clasping at the back of his thick thighs to pull them up and make it easier for you to fuck.

“My cute little thing,” You murmured against his lips and bit the skin to draw blood, Jason’s hole squeezing down on you from both the pain and pet name. He greedily whimpers your name, holding onto you for life and yearning for more of you despite already receiving what he wants.

It was so fucking adorable and arousing to see him desperate for not just you, but your entire being as well, willing to welcome such darkness with open arms and tearful smile. You weren’t really a desirable person; so many people have thrown themselves at you for your conventionally attractive features and masculine body type that swoons hundreds yet cower away in fear and speak of you in disgrace when shown the demons living inside of you. No one could seem to look past your murderous, cold-blooded psychopathy — some have attempted to, which only resulted in your darkness growing bigger when they break their own promises. You weren’t meant to be loved. Your destiny was written in the stars and the Gods have cursed you with eternity of living in loneliness and madness without cure. You were meant to be feared, a lonely and violent soul that couldn’t be tamed, your sole purpose of existence being a destroyer; nothing more or less.

Jason, however, seems indifferent to your fate.

Instead of running away in disgust and fear at your acts of violence around the city, he was seeking for you. He’s seen what you’ve done, what you could do without feeling remorse, what monsters lie beneath your existence — and still, he graciously opens his heart (and legs) for you. There’s love and desire within his eyes where distaste should be, touch so soft and warm it baptizes your tainted skin. You’re soaked in blood yet Jason takes his time with you to clean them up. Born with thorns yet he willingly prickles his fingers on them.

You’re a danger everywhere you go, but to him, you were home.

It makes your heart clench; he’s broken the Gods curse and it costs him his freedom, because now he’s caught up in your webs. You wouldn’t let him go, like a snake that’s wrapped itself around its prey in a death grip.

Jason wanted to be yours. What better ways to fulfill his wish if not possessing his body, soul, and spirit?

“Sweet dumb thing,” You purred, hips thrusting slow and sensual, unable to forgive parts of his walls that weren’t touched by your cum. “Mine to fuck, ruin, or make love to. That’s right, yeah?”

Jason nods, moaning softly. Your hands now replaced where his were on the back of his thighs, bending him almost in half as you roll your hips to gently brush against every weak spot he has. The sudden shift in rhythm and atmosphere confuses Jason for a bit, his fogged mind unable to comprehend the situation at hand, but the intimacy strikes a further pleasure that was nearly mind-breaking. He’s been reduced to a moaning mess, blood, sweat, tears and cum coating his body.

“p-please,” Jason keened, like it felt agonizing to be loved ever so gently. “I— ah… I want- I want you,” He stuttered out between moans.

“You’re having me, aren’t you?” Replying, you nipped on his neck and sucked, leaving behind a purple bruise.

He nearly cries, shaking his head. A waterfall of tears streamed down his face, and you find yourself captivated by them. It was almost ethereal despite being one of human’s responses to most things imaginable; your victims always shed one or two accompanied by begs of mercy, but all you’ve ever thought of them was amusing. It’s been used as an escaping tactic from you before, which was never successful due to your lack of morality and sympathy towards your target. They were pathetic, but Jason was divine. Tears suited him— not tears of fear, but tears of pleasure and utopia.

Your focus snaps back on reality when Jason suddenly pulled you down by the nape and bit down hard on your shoulder. A pleasured groan leaves your lips at the pain, hips bucking, making him whimper.

“Jason—”

“Please,” He cuts you off and finally murmurs; “Wanna f-feel how… mhm-! how you actually love…”

It strikes something in your core. Despite your perfect skills of hiding your true nature and never being caught, Jason saw it right through you, how you were holding yourself back for his sake. Quite ironic to witness a cold-blooded killer care for someone enough to go soft, even though it looked like you were going rough on him, and it warmed Jason’s heart. But he was a greedy, fucked up human being who wanted all of you. It wouldn’t be enough until he knows he’s taken you fully.

An amused laughter erupts from your chest. Eyes darkening in lust, Jason feels one of your hands wrap around his throat warningly as the other pushed his torso flat down on the mattress. “You… You’ll be the fuckin’ death of me, Todd.”

You pull all the way back before ramming in, making Jason let out a loud, choked up moan as his eyes rolled back into his head. Your thrusts relentless and powerful, slamming against Jason’s body with an intensity that made his head spin, your hand holding his throat as a leverage. Your name spills from his lips like a prayer, something that seems to ignite a possessive feeling within you. Jason can’t help but mewl when your grip tightened on his arteries, throwing his head back to let you gain fully control.

The way he’s so obedient and putty in your hands despite knowing you can kill him if you truly meant to makes you love him even more, fucking him and taking away his ability to breathe wasn’t enough. Greediness turning overboard with the darkness and psychopathy that lies within your existence; you almost wanted to cut him open and crawl inside his guts so you could truly claim Jason, inside and out. You wanted to be more closer to him, see how far you can go without Jason pushing you away or getting disturbed.

Jason’s eyes widened when a cold metallic silver touched his cheek, seeing you holding your signature knife through blurred vision from his tears. However, he doesn’t flinch away like you expected him to, instead his walls squeezes down on your cock and his own twitched against his stomach. The unexpected reaction pulls a loud groan out of you, your hips bucking.

“Shit, Jay… You lettin’ me kill you or somethin’? Good fucking cunt just tightened on me,” You rasped, thrusting your cock against his prostate.

Jason gasps, his hands grabbing the mattress and holding it in a tight grip. It’s so shameful how turned on he was at the danger that lurked around you, his usually sharp instincts relinquished to be replaced by naiveté and stupidity for love. He must’ve gone insane; getting killed was one of his triggers because of his past yet his soul yielded nothing in retaliation to the possibility of your blade slicing through him. All of him seems to have come to love and trust you too much just because you’ve decapitated the beast his entire existence feared, which a part of him found utterly ridiculous and idiotic, but not enough to stop.

He wouldn’t stop himself from loving you — not when you’ve given him the love he always yearned for.

You lean in and ghost your lips over his as you dragged the knife on his torso, lightly scraping him. Jason’s breath quickens, his pupils blown wide in lust and need, anticipation seemingly running through his body as his moans turned into desperate whines.

“p-please…!” He chokes out a whisper, rolling his head to the side and whimpering when you snapped your hips warningly on his. “feels— fuck! feels g-good—! c-carve me… hngh! carve me u-up-! shit… make me fuckin’ bleed…! please,” Jason nearly cries for you.

Groaning out a curse, you reflexively bite down hard on the crook of his neck and push more of your cock inside him, causing a loud keen to erupt from Jason as he squirms and cums on his own stomach at the addictive sense of pleasure and pain shooting through his body.

You licked the blood that seeped out from his skin, satisfied at the clear bite mark you’ve left visible before sensually grinding your hips. Jason whimpered quietly, his body still trembling from the aftershocks of his orgasm.

“That’s it, doll. Let go, feel good. m’not gonna hurt ya, sweetheart. It’ll all feel good,” Whispering sweet words, you slowly press the tip of the knife just above the v line of his hip and drag it down. Jason hissed at the prickle of pain and tensed up, but the pleasure of your cock stimulating his sensitive walls was too great that forced him to relax. “It’s alright, doll. Jus’ carving you up with my name, so you’ll be mine forever. Isn’t that what you want? Be fuckin’ mine?”

Jason moaned softly, nodding his head. Series of pleasepleaseplease blabber out of him accompanied by heavenly noises he’s been making since you started taking him apart, his brain too fucked out that forcibly twisted pain into pleasure as all he could think about was becoming yours. You, his savior, his God, claiming him by marking him up with your name. Jason feels like he could fucking squirt from just that thought alone.

His blood seeping out from the letters of your name arouses you to no end, your cock throbbing inside him while you continue to move, the darkness within you being thoroughly fed of its bloodthirsty hunger. This is the first time it doesn’t gnaw at your skin to drive your knife deeper, pull the guts out, and splatter redness everywhere; instead, it wanted to be gentle, as if Jason was a significant existence too precious to hurt even for the Devil. A proof that Jason was always meant to be yours, the only one who the monster inside you would rather love than kill.

Carving the last letter, you laughed breathlessly in satisfaction and stabbed the knife on the headboard before slamming your lips against his, devouring his pleasurable noises. Jason whines, arms wrapping around your neck to pull you impossibly closer, arching his back when you switched into a much faster and rougher pace.

“Cummin’, fuck!” You grunted, to which Jason wrapped his legs around your hips to make sure it stays in.

“I-in— in me… fuck- oh my god— please… please, cum in me. Make me full again, p-please…” He begs, clenching his walls around you to push you over the edge, his own orgasm nearing.

Seeing him covered in his own tears, sweat, blood and drool fills you with nothing but pure ecstasy knowing it’s all because of you. The most appealing, ravishing man being a slutty mess right beneath you, begging to be bred and full of your cum, does feed too much into your ego. No one can do anything to take you away from him now, because you’re wrapped around his fingers as much as he is around yours.

“Anythin’ for ya, doll.” You chuckled, thrusting a couple more times before shoving your twitching cock deep into his guts with a moan and releasing your load. Jason mewls, his hole throbbing and squeezing down on you as he throws his head back, tainting his abdomen once more.

Riding out both of your highs, you let out a raspy groan and kissed his lips again, Jason weakly reciprocating due to the overstimulation. His body trembled hard, mind almost shutting down from the exhaustion and too much euphoria. “So good, doll. Took me like a good fuckin’ boy. Fuckin’ amazing.” You praised.

Jason could still see darkness in your eyes, the murderous devil, but there’s a hint of happiness he didn’t recognize before. Love and adoration filled your expression despite the violence engraved in your soul, and Jason finds himself smiling against your lips lightheadedly.

He whispers your name like a forbidden secret, then a curse that completely binds you to him; “I love you.”

You could get used to this, you suppose. There’s nothing more poetic than violence meeting love — two opposites can’t coexist with each other, but perhaps it’ll be forced to. After all, the Devil in you decided he was an untouchable divinity no one shall ever harm, not even yourself, despite its never-ending monstrosity towards humanity.

“I love you too, my Jason.”

When Joker’s decapitated head on a makeshift spear turned up that night, stacked upright in front of Arkham Asylum with blood splattered across the ground in words ‘True Justice for the Tortured Souls’ and a bloody ghostface mask laid aside for everyone else to see, Jason knew he was now in safe hands.

People say, never make a deal with the devil.

They never said he couldn’t love one, did they?

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[allllium]

Jason Todd x childhood friend fem

fluff and potential angst

Jason runs into childhood friend from befor he died and she recognizes him

Back in Time

[ Jason Todd x Childhood Best Friend!Reader ]

~ Fluff, Maybe a little hurt/comfort, WC: 1,089

~ I'm so sorry this took so long 😭 Every time I went to write this it's like all ideas flew out of my head, but I finally got it done and I hope it meets your expectations<3

"Jason?"

He freezes.

He wasn't expecting to hear your voice today.

He wasn't expecting to hear your voice ever again.

Once he came back, you were gone.

He would say he tried to look for you but that isn't true. He thought your leaving was the universe telling him to leave you alone.

But now you're here. You're here and you recognize him. He doesn't know how to respond. He knows you know he heard you, otherwise he wouldn't have stopped moving.

The first thing he hears in your voice is the sadness. Not anger like he would've expected. Not even a hint of confusion. Just something sad.

After a minute of him being unmoving, clearly lost in his thoughts, he felt a tap on his shoulder.

"Jason." You say.

This time it's not a question.

After he hears you a second time, he brings himself to turn around and look at you.

"Hey."

"Hey." He can't tell if you're about to cry or smile.

"I'm sorry." He immediately apologizes. Maybe for leaving or maybe for not finding you. He's not quite sure.

"For what?" You ask and take a deep breath.

He sees the way tears form in your eyes and has the strange urge to cry himself.

"I don't know. I just feel like I need to."

"You don't. Dick told me what happened. That's not something you need to be sorry for." You say it so surely he doesn't know how to respond.

"I was gonna find you."

"That's not your job. I mean a phone call would've been nice." You shrug and let out a small, awkward chuckle.

"I didn't know what to do." He tells you quietly.

"I would assume." You look around the sidewalk you're on. You're standing in front of what looks like a busy shop, people walk in and out every couple seconds.

"Where did you go?" He asks you after a moment. Probably to determine whether or not he could've found you.

"I was here. I mean I stayed in Gotham just not where I was before."

"If I had known you were so close I would've gone to you but when they told you left I assumed-"

"Jason, you don't have to defend yourself." You cut him off quickly, "If I died and came back the last thing on my list would be finding someone who left."

He nods. "This might be easier if you were at least a little mad." He smiles softly at you, watching more tears shine in your eyes.

"I missed you too much to be mad right now."

He goes to say something back but someone walking by bumps into your shoulder.

"Maybe we should get coffee or something?" He suggests, not wanting to keep blocking the sidewalk traffic.

"Are you free?"

"Oh yeah, yeah." Dick can wait, he thinks to himself.

"Then yeah, coffee sounds great."

You both walk into the coffee shop and order whatever drinks sound good. Jason chooses a table against the wall and by a giant window.

You sit awkwardly in silence as you both try and think of what to say.

"How are you doing?" You ask, after multiple minutes of nothing.

"I'm okay, I think." He shrugs and takes a sip of his drink. You take notice of his fingers tapping nervously along the side of the cup.

"That's good." You nod and sigh.

"How are you?"

"I've been better." You answer honestly. Your fingers also tap nervously along your cup.

"I'm sorry. I don't know why this is so weird."

You laugh at his words, "I do. It's been a while."

"And I'm guessing we've both changed." He smiles.

"Changed? No shit Jason, look at you." You smile at him in a reassuring way. You can clearly see how dying has changed him.

"Yeah I guess I did get a little taller." He jokes and shakes his head.

"Maybe just an inch or two." You play along, laughing as you speak.

"I missed this. I missed you." He tells you with a sudden seriousness in his tone.

"Well good thing it isn't going away this time." You reach across the table and grab his hand.

It was never unusual for you and Jason to be touchy. That's just the kinda friendship you had. But this feels different.

Instead of being a friendly touch between best friends, it's more like a reassurance that's he's actually alive. A piece of you feels relief that you're not imagining this.

"I really hope so." He wishes with a frown.

"It won't. If you think I'm leaving your side anytime soon you're very very wrong."

"What's one more person to the gang that follows me everywhere?" He laughs again and squeezes your hand. It's the first time he's felt so free to last in a while.

"Where is that gang by the way? I would've expected one of them to be here by now."

"Oh I left while they weren't looking. I needed time to myself."

"You snuck out? Jason, they're probably panicking." You scold him softly.

"It's fine I'm meeting with Dick later."

You shake your head in disapproval but a smile on your face gives you away once again.

For some reason no matter how sad you are, a smile can't leave your lips.

You fall back into a silence but this time it's not awkward at all. It's a comfortable silence that reminds you of old times.

"I should probably get going. Dick will be pissed if I'm late."

"Yeah I don't doubt it." You recall the many times Dick has given long lectures about being late to anything he's involved in.

"I'll call you." He swears, standing up from his seat at the table.

"You better. I know where to find you." You stand up as well and finish off your drink.

"Yes you do." He agrees but doesn't leave.

You stand together in front of your table. Both of you are waiting for the other to move first.

Just as you're about to make the move to leave he steps forward and pulls you into a hug.

You immediately hug back and feel the tears reappear in your eyes.

"I really missed you." He whispers.

"I really missed you too." You whisper back.

You savor every moment of the embrace. Not wanting to leave out of fear that he would leave again.

But as you watch him walk away to meet with his brother, you're overcome with the happiness of knowing your best friend is here.

[lovebugism]

“don’t you dare touch him” eddie x shy!reader

idk i need a situation where reader never really speaks up but she finally does when it comes to eddie because she loves him sm😭

thanks so much for your request! hope you like it!! — the one where eddie melts when his quiet gf sticks up for him in front of jason (shy!reader, fluff, 2.4k)

bug's summer fic fest ♡

The drive from Forest Hills to the arcade is spent with Lucas and Dustin bickering in the backseat and Eddie’s hand on your thigh.

“It’s been two years, and you still can’t beat my high score, Dusty Bun,” the former boy taunts. The nickname spills like venom from his smiling face. “Just give it up, okay? It’s not happening.”

Dustin grins back at him. It’s more so mischievous than it is taunting. His deep blue eyes narrow in a challenging squint. “You are so gonna be eating your words by the end of the night. When we leave, Princess Daphne is gonna be mine, alright? For good.”

Their arguing becomes background noise. With your cheek lolled against the hand you’ve got propped against the window, you’re pulled into the wispy lilac cloud your gaze is so heavily fixated upon. The sky billows lavender against a sea of pink and golden orange — a summer sunset so vivid you can taste it.

The only thing keeping you grounded is Eddie’s palm on your knee, wide and warm and all-consuming. His thumb rubs against your skin so softly you think it must be absentminded. It feels like static shock, anyway. He laughs quietly to himself, and his fingers tremble gently against you. This time they squeeze you with a newfound intention as he brings you back to him.

“What do you think, babe?” Eddie asks, pink mouth spread in a pearly white grin. His chocolate eyes glimmer with the golden hour sun as his gaze flits between yours and the road. “Think Dusty Bun has a chance here?”

You nod, scrunched nose and squinted eyes, silent in your support for the curly-headed boy who’s still yelling over Lucas in the back of the van.

“What about me?” he presses. And because he knows better than to give his quiet girl anything other than a yes or no answer, he follows quickly, “You think today’s the day I finally beat your Space Invaders high score?”

A beat passes. The momentary silence is filled with arguing boys, old tires on older asphalt, and Ozzy Osbourne’s “Crazy Train” spilling softly from the radio. A quiet smile tugs at the corners of your mouth. You purse the mischievous expression to the side as you turn away from him again.

Your non-answer makes him laugh. It sounds exactly like the colors of the sunset.

His beat-up van jerks when he puts it into park. The door on the side squeaks as the kids file out of it. Eddie’s does too, but you can’t hear it over him telling you to “sit tight.” 

You wait patiently in the passenger seat like you always do, smiling to yourself as the boy rushes around the hood to open the door for you. The hinges screech in protest. His wild curls billow in the wind as he smiles. “C’mon, sunshine. Our palace awaits.”

The group of you stand beneath the spinning neon sign he parked next to — glowing orange and white beneath a setting sun. Someone calls from across the parking lot, “Well, well, well. Look who it is.”

Your heads snap in the direction of the painfully familiar voice. 

Jason and the rest of his abnormally tall goons stand outside the new gym that just opened on the strip. The dark, vacant building wedged between The Palace and Family Video was no longer as scary as it used to be now that it was occupied. You were just hoping it’d be something more exciting. Forcing arcade nerds and gym bros into one spot feels like a crime.

“And they brought little miss wallflower, too,” Jason lilts with his pretty smile and straight teeth. His blonde hair is a darker shade of brown, damp with half-dried sweat. His lean form is unnaturally built underneath his white tank top and basketball shorts. 

It isn’t any wonder why he turned out to be such a raging douchebag. 

Someone so perfect needed at least one flaw.

“The gang’s all here, huh?” one of his other friends — Andy, you think — concurs from behind him, always in the boy’s shadow.

“Like what you see, fellas?” Eddie calls out from across the slab of pavement separating the group of you. He’ll never turn down an opportunity to take the piss out of the so-called jocks, all muscle and no brain. 

“What do we do when those assholes give us hell?” he’d often ask when you’ve had a particularly shitty day with them. “We give ‘em hell right back.”

Jason’s thin lips curl into a more mischievous smirk. His blue eyes are lighter in the golden sunlight, and they twinkle beneath the neon signs as he looks you up and down. “Yeah, actually,” he hums with his unabashed ogling. “I do.”

Mike’s lanky legs sidestep to stand ahead of you. He does it so swiftly, so instinctually, you don’t think he even really meant to do it. Despite the raven-haired boy halfway covering you, you cross your arms over your torso in a further attempt to keep yourself hidden. 

You feel so suddenly exposed in your frilly floral sundress — especially considering the only thing you wear to school is baggy jeans and baggier sweaters. You feel like you might as well be naked standing in front of them just now.

The younger boys stand on high alert as Eddie walks the short distance to Jason. The brief journey is made quicker when the blonde boy strides to meet him halfway. It’s a high school sort of standoff — neither particularly wanting to get physical because the real-life repercussions aren’t worth it. They just want to see who can piss each other off the most.

“She is pretty, isn’t she?” Eddie concedes with a grin, flashing you a brief glance over his shoulder. He turns away quickly at the sight of your wide, pleading eyes. He scrunches his nose in feigned sympathy. “I bet you’re real jealous, huh? Especially now that you’ve got nothing but your right hand keeping you company ever since Chrissy dumped your ass.”

“Watch it,” Jason warns through gritted teeth.

“I think I saw her riding around last week with Harrington, actually.”

The blonde boy’s sneakers scuff against the concrete as he takes a daring step closer. His piercing stare never wavers. “Don’t talk about Chrissy.”

“Don’t talk about my girl, and I won’t talk about yours,” Eddie retorts in lilt. And then, because he can’t help but twist the knife, he tilts his head to his shoulder and continues. “Well, I guess she’s not really yours anymore, is she?”

“I said don’t talk about Chrissy!” Jason repeats, louder than before, when he lets his anger get the best of him. One hand shoots up to shove at Eddie’s chest, using only enough force to make the boy stumble slightly back. 

While Dustin, Lucas, and Mike gear up for a fight, Eddie only laughs in response — big, boisterous, and boyish.

You don’t even realize you’re stepping in front of the group until you’re already doing it. The words seem to fly from your mouth without you even thinking about them. “Don’t touch him!” you shout. 

And even though it wasn’t particularly loud, it quiets in the mindless bickering all at once. Everyone turns to gape at you — Jason, Andy, Dustin, Eddie. Everyone is equally surprised by your outburst. Because you don’t speak. Ever. At least, not if you can help it. 

And it’s not because you don’t have anything to say, because you do. It’s just that your brain works too much, and your mouth can’t keep up with it sometimes. It’s easier just to be silent.

That’s what you’ve been known for ever since you were little. You went through all of it — the bullying, the sad eyes, the talks with teachers, the ‘is everything alright at home’s. Everything was fine, for the most part. Your childhood was equally as middling as everyone else’s. You just had a harder time being human than most people.

Jason smiles again, amused by your warning. “What was that, sweetheart?”

You swallow through a tightening throat. Your sweaty hands clench into balls at your sides. The words come out quieter than before, but no less meaningful. “I said… Don’t touch him.”

“Oh, so she does speak. Here I thought no one ever taught you how to,” the blonde boy laughs. You feel disgusting when his attention settles solely upon you. The lingering sick feeling is eclipsed by your gratitude that Eddie’s no longer in his line of fire. “I’m gonna be honest… I thought you were cuter when you were quiet.”

You don’t know what he means by that. You can’t tell if he’s being genuine, or if he thinks you care enough about what he thinks to slink back into your shell.

“Leave Eddie alone,” you retort drily.

He snorts. “Yeah? Or what?”

There’s a thousand words you want to say. You open your mouth to spit all of them at the boy across from you, but nothing comes out.

“Yeah,” Jason laughs at your silence. “That’s what I thought.”

You stand your ground when he walks towards you. His strides are slow and menacing, like he’s expecting you to back away. You might’ve if you were anywhere else — if Eddie wasn’t a couple feet away and the rest of your friends weren’t crowding behind you. You’re made somehow braver by their presence.

“This is a really cute dress, though, sweetheart,” the blonde boy compliments with a thin smirk. “You should dress like this more often. You know what? You’d really fit in at the strip club downtown— what’s it called?”

“Pink Paradise,” Andy answers without missing a beat.

Jason smacks his lips against his teeth. “That’s the one.”

“Is that the one your mom works at?” you wonder with your arms crossed over your chest. Your head tilts to your shoulder as you squint at him. “Is she still giving those two-for-one discounts?” 

Jason’s confidence stutters at your biting reply — even more so by the choked-back laughter accompanying it. Your boys don’t bother to hide their humored giggles, though the basketball team covers theirs by coughing into their fists.

“Ooh. I didn’t know you had such a much on you,” the blonde lilts as his blue eyes narrow. “I’m like… fifty percent more attracted to you now.”

“Leave Eddie alone,” you deadpan once more. “And go be a douchebag somewhere else.”

One of his friends breaks free from the pack. He’s tall, thin, and toned. He’s got the same haircut as Lucas: compact curls, squared off on the sides. You know him — Patrick McKinney. He’s the only one of Jason’s friends that was actually nice to you. Or, at the very least, he wasn’t a total asshole.

“Let’s go, man,” the boy ushers, nudging at Jason’s bicep. “Let’s go shoot some hoops or something. This isn’t worth it.”

You scoff out a laugh. “Oh, please— the only shooting Jason Carver does is into a kleenex. It’s why you were benched all last season.”

“I twisted my ankle!” the blonde boy defends, sounding weak and pathetic beneath the chorus of laughter as Patrick drags him away.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” you mutter, perhaps too quiet for him to hear, as Lucas pulls at your forearm to guide you in the other direction. His touch is still gentle — it would be uncharacteristic of him to be rough with you. It would also be a terrible idea with Eddie just a few paces behind the both of you.

The walk to The Palace is a silent one. There’s too much to say, and everyone’s just a little too amazed to say it. Eddie, however, never had a hard time killing a quiet. He rushes on long legs to match your quick strides, reaching you rather easily. 

“Hey, hey, hey— you okay, babe?” the worried boy wonders. He takes a gentle hold of your wrists when you reach the awning beneath the arcade. His chocolate gaze flits attentively over your form, nowhere near as leering as Jason had been. 

He can tell by your heaving chest and glassy eyes that you’re a little overwhelmed. When he takes your face in his hands, he finds that your cheeks are burning, too.

You nod into his warm palms in silent reply, back in the comfort of your shell all over again.

“What’d you do that for, huh?” Eddie singsongs with a quiet laugh. His thumb dances over your cheekbones as he grins at you. “You know I don’t like you getting involved with those assholes.”

“They don’t get to talk to you like that… Or put their hands on you,” you mutter. Despite your soft tone, Eddie can see the fury flashing in your eyes, getting angry about it all over again.

His smile widens — proud and hopelessly in love with you. “No. They don’t. Especially not with my girl around, huh?”

“Nope,” you murmur, popping the p. A sheepish grin pulls at your mouth, equally as proud and in love.

Eddie leans down to kiss you, guiding your mouth to his with the hands cupping your jaw. It’s innocuously chaste, being that you’re still standing in a public parking lot. You could never quite stomach the attention of PDA, anyway. His pink lips lock with yours in a fleeting peck, and his arms wrap around you a second later.

He smothers you into his chest, and you revel in every second of it. He smells like cigarette smoke and the cologne he tried to cover it up with. He smells like a home you could live in forever. 

You smile into the thrifted Blondie tee you got him — which he happily accepted because he loves you (even though he hates Blondie). He presses a kiss into your hair and smushes his nose into the crown of it as he laughs.

“‘Is that the one your mom works at?’” Eddie repeats with a soft chuckle, chest swelling with pride once more. “God, babe. That’s good.”

“Shut up…” you murmur.

“I’m serious! I didn’t know you were such a good smack-talker! I think you might be a genius, actually.”

“Don’t,” you grouse with a lighthearted scowl. You pull away from him only slightly — enough for him to put your face back in his hands again. You feel safest there, even if you are pouting up at him.

“You’re so cute,” the boy muses with a beam. His eyes glimmer like a sea of chocolate syrup, melting with all the love he has for you. “You’re like a cinnamon roll. A cinnamon roll that could bite people.”

“That’s exactly what I am,” you monotone and try your best not to smile.

Eddie couldn’t hide his grin if he tried. “And that’s exactly why I love you.”

[lecsainz]

FOOTBALL GAME

parings: daniel ricciardo x kelce!reader

author note: it's official, I'm entering my NFL era... taylor swift, what have you done?!?! 😭

summary: the one where you're the younger sister of the kelces and you go to a travis game and end up meeting daniel ricciardo.

✩. . . masterlist !

Y/N is the Kelce siblings' little sister, the protected one, adored by her entire family. Her three older brothers loved to tease her whenever they could. Nonetheless, Y/N loved being the youngest, except for the overly protective nature of her brothers. Shawn, Jason, and Travis delighted in intimidating any guy who came near their sister, and this had been the story of her life. The fact that Jason and Travis were professional football players didn't help either. Despite it all, she knew her brothers just wanted her to stay safe and find the right person. And that happened in the most unlikely way.

Y/N was at the Chiefs game, just like any other game, or so she thought. She had chosen to stay in the stands; Y/N wasn't in the mood to be in the player's family area today, especially after the appearances of her supposed new sister-in-law, Taylor. The fans had become obsessed with recording and looking for the singer-songwriter there. Today, Y/N wanted a peaceful afternoon. She had never been fond of being in the spotlight and was grateful that her brothers were the stars, not her.

As Y/N settled into her seat, she couldn't help but relish the anonymity she usually enjoyed in the stands. She liked to be just another face in the crowd, free from the constant attention that came with being a Kelce. But little did she know that this particular game was about to take an unexpected turn.

The energy in the stadium was electrifying, and as the game progressed, Y/N found herself getting more and more engrossed in the action. The Chiefs were playing exceptionally well, and the crowd's excitement was contagious. Amidst the cheers and chants, she almost forgot about her desire for a quiet day.

That's when it happened. Y/N was caught up in the moment, jumping to her feet as the Chiefs scored a touchdown. As she celebrated, an unfortunate collision occurred. Out of nowhere, a cup of beer was knocked from someone's hand, drenching her from head to toe. She gasped in surprise and shock, realizing her white Chiefs jersey was now soaked.

Furious and stunned, she turned to see who was responsible for this mess, and her eyes met a face she couldn't believe – it was none other than the famous Formula 1 driver Daniel Ricciardo, who was attending the game because of his Formula 1 race in Texas.

Y/N's frustration boiled over, and she shouted, "Are you kidding me? You just ruined my jersey!" Her irritation was palpable, and the entire section fell silent as all eyes turned to her and the unsuspecting Daniel Ricciardo.

As crowd silence hung in the air, Y/N could feel her face heating up with embarrassment and anger. She had no idea who this man was, only that he was the one who had turned her game day experience into a mess. But what she didn't know was that Daniel Ricciardo was not only a Formula 1 superstar but also known for his charm and charisma.

Daniel, caught off guard by her fiery reaction, was momentarily stunned. He glanced at the drenched jersey and then back at Y/N, a sheepish grin forming on his face. "Oh, gosh, I'm so sorry," he stammered. "I was just so caught up in the game, and I... I didn't mean to do that."

Y/N couldn't help but notice that, despite the situation, Daniel had an irresistible smile. It was clear that he was genuinely apologetic, and she couldn't stay mad at him for long. Still, she didn't know who he was, and her irritation was evident in her response. "Well, an apology won't dry my jersey, will it?"

At that moment, Max Verstappen, who was seated next to Daniel, couldn't contain his laughter any longer. He burst into fits of giggles, watching the entire interaction. "Mate, you've really done it this time!" Max said between laughs.

Y/N, despite herself, found Max's laughter contagious and couldn't help but chuckle along. "I can't believe you've got your friend here laughing at your blunder," she teased Daniel, a hint of amusement in her voice.

Daniel, red-faced and still grinning, extended his hand toward her. "I'm Daniel, by the way, and I promise I'll make it up to you somehow."

Y/N accepted the hand with a half-smile. "Y/N, nice to meet you. Just don't spill anything else on me."

Max chimed in, still amused. "Well, I think you've made quite the impression, Daniel.”

Max's playful comment only added to the amusement of the moment. As Y/N and Daniel continued to converse, they discovered an unexpected chemistry between them. His initial mistake had broken the ice, and they found themselves discussing everything from their favorite sports to their shared love for adventure.

As the game progressed, Y/N's initial irritation had turned into a delightful afternoon spent in the company of a charming stranger. She had completely forgotten about her drenched jersey and the chaotic start to their interaction.

As the final whistle blew, the Chiefs emerged victorious, and the crowd erupted in cheers. Daniel leaned closer to Y/N, and with a grin, he said, "You know, I've had an eventful day, and it's all thanks to you. Can I get your number? Maybe I can make it up to you with dinner or something?"

Y/N was taken aback for a moment, not expecting such a bold move. But his sincerity and the connection they had formed throughout the game were hard to ignore. She couldn't help but smile and replied, "Sure, why not? I think I'd like to see what other trouble you can get me into."

[owlwithanapple]

Cage ❤️‍🔥😭💔

Is it worth being happy to meet again, or is it worth loving again?

Content : Adult Content/Sad/Hurt

Characters : Jason Todd x Y/N

Part 1

With the new batch of Scarecrow's fear toxin ready to be dispersed across Gotham, accidents were bound to happen. It just pained Jason to think you would ever have to be the recipient of one of those accidents, especially if it involved a mind numbing trip through fear toxin. It had been a clumsy soldier that caused it, you'd inhaled the fumes before damage control could rush in to minimise casualties. You barely even remembered what happened to yourself after that, only consumed in the darkest corners of your mind, where you felt like you were being driven insane.

Militia soldiers had been forced to drag you to a cell before you got your hands on any weapons - then they would have really faced the Arkham Knight's wrath. Hurting you was bad enough, if this resulted in your death, you wouldn't be the only casualty that came out of this accident. Jason moved through the facility with purpose, the soldiers knowing to stay clear of him or else.

"Where the hell is she!" He'd barked, the modulation of his helmet making the tone of his voice almost seem like it was crackling with real electricity. He entered your cell with the antidote in hand, clenched so hard between his fingers that he was surprised the glass hadn't shattered just yet. His gut twisted at the sight of you, his own sharp breaths thrumming with rage. This wasn't his intention - Jason didn't want to see you hurting. Didn't want to imagine how his imposing figure in the doorway was altering the mind-curdling images you were seeing under the influence, his jaw clenching tight.

But he bit his tongue. Talking might make you worse. He wasn't going to coddle you into coming to him. He didn't have time for that. Kicking and screaming, he'd administer the antidote no matter what, then he'd be by your side every step of the way for your recovery.

You huddle in the corner, shivering, covering your ears, isolating yourself from the outside world. You kept mumbling to yourself, and your body kept shaking. You hear footsteps coming towards you, but you dare not look up in that direction.

The cold, hard steel of his black armour contrasted against your shivering form, causing him to falter in his actions to reach out to you and pull you in against him. Jason would pause, just watching you for a moment, his thoughts swarming and his chest twisted with anxiety. It felt like he was staring at a caged animal at the zoo.

He took a step forward, his knee bent slightly so that he was almost crouching beside you, as he held out the syringe with the antidote for you to take. His voice was barely above a gruff whisper, a soft, soothing tone that only the two of you could hear.

“Hey.. Hey little bird, just look at me a second.” He moved closer to you as he spoke, his hand slowly moving down to gently touch your arm in an attempt to gain your attention. Jason needed to see your eyes. He needed to know how much that damn fear toxin had infected your mind.

You heard his voice coming from the helmet, but you were already lost in fear and couldn't tell the truth from the false. You didn't dare to speak, for fear that you would burst into tears. You just shook your head and looked away, not daring to look him in the eye.

God, this was so much more painful than it had any right to be. Jason's body was filled with tension as he watched you curl further away from him, trying to hide yourself from him. His eyes scanned your figure, noticing your arms over your ears. A realisation settled and he took another step closer. He needed to reach you somehow.

Jason slowly reached out, gently resting a hand on your shoulder to try and coax you out of your position. Even a glance of your eyes would reassure him.. Though with how you were acting, the thought of what you were seeing under the influence was making his chest ache with sympathy. His gravelly voice was still a gruff whisper, but the tone held a hint of pleading. “Move your arms, little bird. Look at me. I'm not gonna hurt you.”

Your body trembles, you are intoxicated by fear. But at the edge of fear, you hear a voice, a gentle voice that is coaxing you, you can't see who it is but his voice is echoing. Your eyes unconsciously look at him, you can't see who he is, you only see a tall and fully armored man wearing a helmet.

The moment your eyes flickered to his helmet, Jason felt a wave of relief run through him. The fact you were seeing him as a figure of fear was somewhat expected, but it reassured him you were still partially here, not totally lost to the toxin. Not yet.

His hand slowly moved from your shoulder to gently rest on your cheek, using his thumb to try and turn your face so that you saw him more clearly. Jason would have preferred you saw his actual face instead of the intimidating helmet, but it was already a damn good start that you were looking at him.

“I’m…scared…” Your trembling voice blurted out.

Your small, frightened voice tugged at his very being. He wanted so much to bring you in against him, to hold you close and try to physically reassure you that you were safe. But he was in uniform. Jason was the Arkham Knight. He reassured, his tone still soft and low. He kept his hand on your cheek, his gloved hand gently rubbing your skin in an attempt to soothe both himself and you at the same time. “Don't be scared, little bird. You're safe.”

The fear caused by the toxin invades your mind and makes you confused in fear. But you can still hear his voice, you feel that everything around you is dangerous, but retaining a little tenderness comes from him. Your trembling hands gently touch his helmet, as if looking for a ray of light, and then immediately withdraw it.

The mere touch of your trembling hands on his helmet had Jason holding his breath. It wasn't the touch he had hoped for. He wanted to feel your bare fingers on his skin, not the cold, hard iron separating him from you. But it was a sign that you were still here with him.

He leaned closer to your touch, his helmet tilting ever so slightly down to get slightly closer to you. That feeling of guilt returned once he reminded himself how you'd come to be in this situation. “I’m sorry…”

You are helpless and in pain, dominated by fear. The cold place, the cruelty with a touch of tenderness from him. You can't feel his body temperature, but he is so warm beside you. Your trembling body involuntarily moved closer to him. Maybe it's the toxins that make you particularly sensitive or... childish? You are like a little bird, relying on him.

Jason internally struggled with his own emotions. This was bad. This was very fucking bad. He was the Arkham Knight. He was supposed to be a ruthless killer right now, supposed to make those responsible for the fear toxin suffer. But here he was on the floor of a cell at his facility, consoling a woman he was secretly pining for. Your proximity to him made Jason want to wrap his arms around you, pull you into his lap, and never let you go.

His breath hitched in his throat as you got closer, Jason's arms almost moving on their own volition to get ready to pull you into his lap. But he stopped himself. He needed to get you better, and right now that would be giving you the anti-toxin. After that, he'd let you crawl into his lap and hold you. Jason's voice was still low, trying to keep a firm but gentle tone. “Little bird, gimme your arm. I've got the antidote right here..”

You heard his words, the word antidote. But it was too late, your senses were clouded by fear. You sat astride his lap, your arms wrapped around his neck, your face buried in his cold, armored shoulders seeking some solace.

Jason was supposed to be the untouchable killer right now. The Arkham Knight was supposed to be the imposing, invincible figure of destruction. But now his pretty little bird was sitting on his lap, face pressed against his shoulder, arms around his neck. Jason's gloved hand almost shook as he brought the syringe up to your skin, his arm carefully looping around your back to keep you in place.

He held you in place, waiting for the perfect moment to inject the antidote. For a moment, Jason was tempted to take his helmet off, to show you his face in the hopes of bringing you some level of comfort under the influence. But Jason knew the sight of his twisted, damaged skin would only scare you. He would deal with that after you were better and your mind was unclouded from the fear toxin. “I'm not gonna let go, even when I inject you. You'll stay right on my lap, little bird. Right here. No matter what.”

Your behavior becomes more childish. Feel the warmth in the fear. It makes you feel extremely selfish, wanting to always rely on this warmth and him. It's like a child acting like a spoiled child to him, wanting him to treat you gently all the time. You’re nuzzling his cold helmet right now and mumbling something about it. “Hug hug…”

The way you nuzzled against the cold metal of the helmet had Jason both confused and endeared. You acted like a spoiled and petulant child, begging for his attention and affection - and god it made his heart ache. He'd never experienced this behaviour from you. Ever. But he had to focus on getting the needle into your skin, just long enough to get the antidote inside your system. He leaned closer to you, his arm still wrapped around your back. “I'll hug you, little bird. You just gotta stay still for a second. I gotta inject you with the antidote…”

You heard him talk about the antidote, and you stopped nuzzling his cold helmet. Even though you are confused by fear, you feel a tingling pain invading your skin. He wants to inject the antidote into you, but you are in a state of sensory confusion. You thought he was going to do something bad to you, you pouted and looked at him with puppy eyes, like a little girl afraid of an injection.

He was never going to live this one down. The great Arkham Knight being so easily manipulated by a pretty girl with puppy dog eyes. “Little bird, it's just a needle... it'll take two seconds and you'll barely feel a thing…”

You leaned close to his cold armor, your face close to his cold helmet, pouting your lips and revealing a fragile and pitiful expression. Use a very pitiful and cute look to express your fear.

The sight of your pouty expression was enough to make Jason's brain malfunction. How could you look at him with such a pitiful look in your eyes? He was supposed to be a killer. He was supposed to be intimidating and strong. But here he was with a damn cute girl pouting, looking like a puppy dog, making him want to be the most gentle man in the world just because you were looking at him pleadingly. “Don't look at me like that.. I have to give you the damn needle, little bird.. It'll be quick, I promise you.”

You are still afraid of the antidote being injected into your body because of the sharp. There was no other choice but to give you the injection. You hugged him tighter, burying your face in his cold, armored chest. Of course, you still maintain your childish side. You keep nuzzling against his chest with pouted face, secretly expressing that you don't like injection.

The sight of you trying to bury your face into his armoured chest was almost enough to make Jason laugh. He'd been called an animal before, but right now you were the one acting like one. A tiny, scared little bird. He sighed, his free arm moving up to brush your hair affectionately. Jason tried to sound stern, but even he knew there was no malice behind his words. “God, you're acting like a damn baby, you know that?”

Jason noticed the look in your eyes as you stared at his helmet, suddenly feeling a spike of anxiety shoot through him. Maybe you were finally lucid enough to realise who you were sat on top of. That you were sat on the Arkham Knight's lap. He held his breath, silently waiting for you to say something as your eyes locked with his helmet.

You approached him but you were blocked by his armored helmet, so you couldn't understand his expression. You didn't feel scared because he was a ray of warmth when you were invaded by toxins. Unexpectedly, you took his left hand and leaned your cheek against his palm, show a very happy expression.

Jason's heart nearly stopped as you took his free hand in yours, his pulse feeling like it skyrocketed as you leaned your cheek into his palm. He had to remind himself to breathe as he sat there, frozen as you nuzzled into his hand - almost like a pet bird nuzzling a finger. He muttered, his gravelly voice sounding a little strangled as he spoke. “You're being awfully cute.. and touchy-feely right now, little bird..”

You smiled at his compliment and laughed softly with a trembling voice. “Hehehe.”

His heart skipped another damn beat. You laughed. For just a moment, Jason thought that maybe the fear toxin wasn't so bad if it made you smile and laugh like this - you were usually so sarcastic, but now you acted like a sweet little bird. He gently used his gloved hand to brush his fingers through your hair, his chest twisting with conflicting emotions. “When did you get so damn cute, little bird?”

You tilt your head with an innocent look. “Hm?”

The sight of you tilting your head up at him, acting all innocent, had Jason's heart stuttering in his chest. This was absolutely not supposed to be happening right now. He was the god damn Arkham Knight, but here he was struggling not to melt in your arms - not to coo like some fool in love. “God, you're really adorable little bird.”

You gently drew a heart shape on his armed palms with your finger. Through this small gesture, you expressed your happiness by his side, because you were controlled by fear could not express your inner feelings in words.

His heart ached as you drew that little heart on his armoured palm. He felt warm and cold at the same time, his insides twisting like knots. He knew he was taking advantage of you, that the fear toxin was making you act this way. It reminded him that he hadn't done the right thing by bringing you here. But how could he tell you no when you were acting so damn adorable because of his proximity? “Are you... are you happy, little bird?”

You nodded slightly with an innocent expression, your cheek caressed gently in his palm.

His heart practically skipped at your nod, the relief that you were happy with him was almost overwhelming. The sight of you nuzzling into his hand had Jason feeling more emotional than ever. He was tempted to give himself up altogether, to pull off his helmet and let you nuzzle directly into his bare skin. But he needed to get the antidote inside you first, before you went back to normal - before you went back to being cold and snarky towards him.

Jason's mind went into overdrive, trying to think of a way to get the needle into you without you realising. You clearly didn't want it, and Jason definitely wanted to keep your happy mood going. Then, an idea came to him. It was stupid, there was a big chance that he was going to regret this later. But it was the best he had, it would get the goddamn needle inside you.

He gently removed his hand from your cheek, using his free hand to bring the needle up to eye-level. He needed you to be distracted first, so he could inject the antidote into you. He asked, trying to sound as normal as possible so as not to arouse your suspicion. “Can I ask you something, pretty bird?”

You leaned in front of him, tilted your head and listened to his voice innocently.

Your reaction had Jason sucking in another uneven breath. God help him, you were too damn cute right now. You were looking at him like a goddamn puppy, ready to do anything he asked - and it was tearing him apart. Seeing you so obediently look up at him, Jason had to struggle to contain his emotions. You looked like a damn baby, he was going to feel like a monster for doing what he was about to do to you.

He had to hold his breath as you turned towards him, looking almost like a lost little puppy as you looked up at him with your sweet puppy dog eyes. He had to remember that this was all the damn fear toxin messing with you. You were usually so stubborn that being nice to him was out of the question, but the toxin had reduced you to an adorable pet.

The invasion of toxins makes you childish and difficult to communicate with, but you can still spit out simple answers from your mouth. “What….is it?”

The way you leaned even closer to him almost felt like a knife to the heart, the conflicting emotions he had about the situation swirling inside of him. He carefully lifted his free hand up to gently brush his fingers through your hair again, hoping to placate you. “Well, the secret is that... I really like having you on my lap, little bird. You're so damn cute.”

If it weren't for the toxin making your thinking childish, his words and the current position of the two of you would probably be very awkward. You smile happily showing your ignorance and happily hold his cold helmet, get close to him and keep begging for a hug.

Jason was extremely thankful for the toxin in your system right now, because it was the only thing stopping you from pushing him away and giving him the cold shoulder. You were holding his cold helmet like it was a stuffed teddy bear, nuzzling up to him and begging for a hug. That was the last thing he'd ever expected to hear in his life - even in his fantasies. “You want a hug, little bird?”

You nodded slightly as you nuzzled his helmet, tapping your fingers playfully against his cold helmet.

The sight of you nuzzling into his cold helmet - his damned helmet of all things - had Jason feeling like everything was topsy-turvy. This definitely wasn't what he expected. But it was fucking damn nice, he wouldn't complain. He using his free hand to gently bring you even closer - until eventually the front of the armoured chest-plate was flush against your body.

With your body pressed up against his armored chest, Jason carefully lowered the needle down to your arm, the tiny point of the needle resting against the exposed part of your skin. He took one last deep breath, his hand gently holding your arm in his, the needle hovering over you for a split second. He steeled his nerve as he prepared to inject the antidote into you.

The sight of you gently pecking his helmet was both extremely cute and bizarre at the same time. Never did Jason think that the -the Arkham Knight- one of the most dangerous and feared criminals in Gotham - would allow a cute bird of a girl to sit in his lap and use his helmet as a damn doll.

You make cooing sounds while you are acting cute. “Huff…I’m…scared…but…so…safe…”

Your damn cute coos sent a wave of conflicted emotions washing over him, his heart squeezing painfully. He hated the way he was so damn drawn to you, the way any expression of fondness from you made his pulse skyrocket. He'd been trained to be a soldier, trained to be a killer - a murderer. He was feared by those who knew him and known to be unfeeling and cruel. But God, what he would give to hear you say you were safe with him when you were sober…

The sight of you being so small and innocent had Jason's eyes stinging, his free hand clenching involuntarily as he heard you quietly mention that you were scared but felt safe at the same time. He didn't deserve that, especially when he knew he was about to do something that would probably make you angry. He murmured reassuringly, his hand gently holding your arm a little tighter as he prepared to inject the antidote in you. “Don’t be scared, little bird. I’ve got you, you’re safe. I promise.”

The toxins penetrate deeper into your consciousness, causing you to become increasingly confused. When you think back to someone, it’s the one you’ve been looking forward to the most. Your mind is no longer childish, tears dripping from your eyes. You buried your face in his cold shoulder and whispered. “Where he is…Jason…come home…”

The sight of you sobbing and hiding your face in his shoulder broke any remaining composure that Jason had. This wasn’t supposed to happen. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. But now you were sobbing, crying into his chest. You were crying and calling for him, begging him to come home. You wanted him. Jason tried to ignore the way his heart twisted in his chest, fighting to resist the urge to remove his helmet and pull you against his bare skin.

Your heart aches as you miss him. The more negative emotions you have, the more fear you have. The illusion of fear coming changes from a warm light from Arkham Knight to the person you miss the most which is Jason. You stared at Jason, the hallucinating man. The pain and words that had been choking you deep in your heart echoed in your mind. “Jason…I missed you so much…”

Your pain and suffering, the desperate and heartbroken tone behind your voice - it made Jason’s heart feel like it was in a vice. You were crying and begging for him, crying out his name over and over again. He tried to tell himself that this was just the fear toxin, that you never would have said anything like this if you were sober - but he couldn’t force himself to truly believe that. His heart in pieces as he watched you sob into his armoured chest. “Dammit.. little bird, don’t cry….stop it….”

From his perspective you’re looking at his helmet, but in your illusion you were looking at Jason's face. You clenched your teeth, tears welling up in your eyes. You always regretted not being honest with him and always being sarcastic towards him. Until he completely disappeared from your life, you lived like a fool every day. “I should have said it earlier...I'm sorry...Jason...I love you...I shouldn't have hurt you...”

Watching you sob and seeing how much you were hurting completely broke his heart. Seeing you cry and beg for him was bad enough, but hearing you saying how much you loved him was like having a knife plunged into his chest. You weren’t supposed to say those words when you were high on fear toxin. “Little bird , please. Don’t say that. You don’t know what you’re saying, you’re high on fear toxin…”

The toxins trigger the emotions that have been suppressed in your heart for a long time, and many regrets and sorrows are uncontrollably expressed in your mouth. “If I could go back to the past, I would have the courage to admit that I love you... instead of waiting to lose you...”

The way you continued to sob and grieve, to tell him how much you loved him, to talk about how much you regretted not being able to tell him how you felt…Jason’s heart was broken. It broke his heart to listen to you, to hear the pain and regret in your voice. He begged you, his hand clenching unconsciously at the sound of your heart-wrenching sobs. “Little bird, please. Please fucking stop talking like this….”

Once again you reveal your innermost thoughts. “I hate myself for not being brave enough to admit I love you, always avoiding and saying you are not good enough... I’m so afraid that I’m not worthy of you...”

The way you continued to reveal all your innermost thoughts and insecurities had Jason’s heart being practically crushed in his chest. God, if only you could hear yourself. If only you knew how wonderful and how perfect you were. He wanted to yell at you, to tell you that you were good enough - more than enough - that he was the one who wasn’t worthy of you. “You’re wrong, little bird. Don’t say that….”

You hugged him tightly, tears welled up in your eyes, and your heart felt hollowed out. You exposed all the secrets you had suppressed for so long without any concealment. “If only I could pursue love bravely, admit it to you... I wouldn't end up losing my beloved...”

If only. Those two simple words rang in Jason's ears like a damn bell.He wished more than anything that you would have the courage to have pursued your feelings. That you would have been brave enough to tell him how you felt, to admit that you loved him. Because now you were sobbing and begging for him, confessing your regret and anguish over how you had handled everything. Seeing you sob and cry so brokenly was like being punched in the gut, every word you said feeling like a knife in his heart.

You buried your face in his shoulder, weeping like a lost child and clutching onto his armoured chest plating. Listening to you sob on his shoulder and hearing your strangled voice confessing how lonely and miserable you were was like torture for him. Jason wrapped his free arm around your body, hugging you back. The damn fear toxin had you acting like a weeping little bird and he could barely stand it. “Enough. Just stop now. Little bird.”

A wave of discomfort washed over you, because you saw Jason right next to you in your hallucination. The man you never had the chance to confess your love to, the love of your life you would never see again, he was gone from your life forever. You face Arkham Knight with your most sincere smile, but your hallucination is to see Jason. You hold his helmet and lean your forehead against it. “Jason. I love you. Love you so much. I wished you here, I wished I can see you again. I miss you so much.”

Your words were like poison to his heart. But the worst part was the way you smiled at the cold metal helmet, the way you leaned against it and caressed it, as if you were caressing his face when you thought of the man underneath. You looked at him like you used to look at Jason, at the man he was before all of this. Jason begged, his voice strained and hoarse. “Little bird. Please stop. You don't know what you're saying…”

His words reached your ears. You, who were still hallucinating, looked at his helmet with pitiful and helpless eyes and muttered. “Don't you love me?”

That question damn near shattered his heart into a million pieces. He hated the way you looked at the helmet, at him, with such a pitiful expression, begging him to love you. Jason hated himself so damn much right now, because if you were sober he would be holding you in his arms and would be telling you that he did love you, that he’d been in love with you for so Goddamn long. But you weren’t sober, you were only saying this because of the damn fear toxin. “I …please. Don’t ask me that…”

You let go of his helmet, looking at him helplessly and painfully, as if the sky has collapsed. Your suppressed emotions, the accumulation of toxins, the hallucinations in front of you, each one is tearing your heart apart. You hold his hand and intertwine it and bring it to your chest, this last time you confessed, you won't say it again. “My beloved, Jason Todd. You’re the only one who made my heart beating like this. I lost my world because I can’t see you anymore. Even just hallucinating, you still Jason that I love.”

Hearing you say the words out loud, to finally admit out loud that you loved him - to talk about it as if Jason Todd were in front of you - was like taking a bullet to his heart. Your words tore open the wound in his heart, sending sharp shards of glass into his chest. You were declaring your love for the ‘Jason Todd’ in your hallucinations, like he was the one in front of you. He was the one you loved. Not the Arkham Knight.

You were so close to him, you were holding his hand as if you still loved him. But he wasn’t the Jason that you still loved, that you were clinging to now. You were in the arms of the Arkham Knight. You hold his cold helmet, rest your forehead against it, quietly feeling him, just like you are feeling Jason in the hallucination. “Even if I only have one chance, I want to love you well. Jason.”

It was torture.

It was absolute torment to hear you talk so tenderly, so gently, to hold onto his helmet as if it was a lifeline and confessing that you wanted to love him - to love Jason Todd, not the Arkham Knight. Jason’s whole body felt like it was in agony; his heart was in complete shambles. He wanted to pull off his helmet so Goddamned badly, to speak to you in his own voice - to tell you he loved you back.

The hands holding his helmet slide down to the disarm button, and in an instant his face emerges, Jason's face is in front of you. But you can't see it, you are bound by illusions. You don't feel the cold, you feel the warmth. You nuzzle your cheek on his cheek act so clingy.

God, he really, really wanted to pull away. To stop this, to get his helmet and the antidote, and to make you forget all of this. But he couldn’t find the strength to. He was selfish. Deep down, he wanted to hear you say you loved him over and over again.

“Just once... let me be brave for once..” You cupped his cheeks, looking at him with your clear and bright eyes. After saying this, the next moment you took the initiative to gently kiss him on the lips with your love.

You looking at him with such a clear and beautiful expression - like you were seeing into his very soul. But he froze in place for a few seconds, almost unable to believe what was happening. His eyes slowly slid shut, and he began to kiss you slowly back - completely surrendering himself to the moment.

Jason wanted so badly to believe that this was real, that this was a declaration of your love for him, not a symptom of the toxin filling your veins. And for a few moments, Jason allowed himself to savour the kiss, to bask in your affections and pretend that this was real.

Feeling him respond to your kiss, you indulge in Jason's kiss that is intertwined with hallucinations. So hot, so sweet, so likable. Even if it was an illusion caused by the toxin, even if you didn't know that the person in front of you was the real Jason. You didn't care, you just wanted to be brave and love him once.

The kiss felt so wonderful and perfect, like everything you’d always imagined it would be like, that it was impossible for Jason to pull away. He couldn’t bring himself to stop this, to pull back and tell you it was over, that what you were doing was only due to the damned fear toxin. So he allowed himself to enjoy himself for a few short minutes, to experience the joy of kissing you and acting as if you loved him.

Your lips, your hands, your soft little moans - it was all too Goddamn good and it was driving him crazy. The fact that it was you initiating the kiss, that you were kissing him, was making his heart pound in his chest. He knew that as soon as the kiss ended, you would realise that the man you were kissing wasn’t Jason Todd - it was the Arkham Knight.

When both of you two are intoxicated by love and the entanglement of lips. You finally give up until you can't breathe anymore. Your cheek against his cheek nuzzled it to feel him, then you whisper. “That's enough, just once...”

This was torture.

Truly, truly, Jason was sure that this must have been punishment from all the people he killed in his life, or some kind of trial to test his resolve. Once more, the conflict waging within himself continued. Jason slowly exhaled, his eyes remaining closed as he tried to steady his breathing. “……..Again.”

He was a broken man. Even if it was only for this moment, even if he would need to face the reality of your hate for him when you were sober again. Jason wanted to be selfish just once. He wanted desperately to forget the reality of being the Arkham Knight, to be Jason Todd. Because for you to love him, for you to kiss him, for you to call his name. He would give up everything he had, right then and there.

When he said that, you were already engulfed by the temptation of his kiss and the hallucinations created by the toxin. You don't care anymore, you've surrendered. You no longer hesitate, even if it is an illusion, you want to be brave for once. Even if it is a fake Jason in the illusion, you only want him. You kiss him again, pressing your lips against each other's.

The sounds of your breathing and soft, delicate moans echoed in his ears, sending him further and further into the abyss of despair. Jason knew he should be pushing you away, he should be getting the antidote and putting on his helmet again - not sinking into the warmth and sweetness of your touch.

But God, you were so perfect like this. So responsive and sweet. So affectionate and loving, as if he was the man you loved. So alive and beautiful. Jason returned your kiss with his own, letting himself get absolutely lost in it.

The moment was a blur, and the sound of your voice echoed in Jason's ears, your moans and sighs driving him insane. Why did you feel so damn good in his arms? Why did you fit so perfectly against his body and seem to fit against his touch and kisses like you were made to be there? Why couldn’t this moment last forever?

Your actions, your kiss, your touch…it was everything he had ever wanted from you. It was everything Jason had ever dreamed of, and it was everything he had hoped to see and hear you do. But he never had. You’d never held him like this before, never nuzzled his body, or kissed him with your delicate kisses. So now, Jason allowed himself to be selfish and give in to his desires, knowing that this was all likely a hallucination in your mind, all brought on by the toxin.

You two are making the same mistake. But it's not the worst outcome, it's what you both want. You two are immersed in it, your lips entwined with each other. You are immersed in the illusion of seeing Jason, but you don't know that it is him in front of you.

You were his. You belonged to him. Even if you didn’t love him back while you were sober - even if you only saw the Arkham Knight when you looked at him - Jason could pretend. He wanted to pretend, for just a moment, that you were his. Jason pushed you back against the floor, pinning you beneath him, the sounds of your breathing and gasps ringing like sweet music to his ears.

As your lips intertwine, you can hear your own moans clearly, and his breathing echoes in your ears. Every kiss you made was so sweet, you moaned his name every moment. His gloved hands explore every inch of your skin. Until he touches your most sensitive part, you moan and tell him that it feels good.

This.

This was what he had always wanted.

Every touch, every sound you made, everything you said - it was everything he had dreamed of. The words that came from your lips, the way you whined and responded to his touch…it was all he had wanted to hear from you ever since he came back. Jason continued to kiss you deeply, allowing himself to savor every moment as he explored your skin. His gloved fingers brushed against the most sensitive part of you, making you gasp, and he murmured quietly. “Oh? You like that?”

Your face was already red because you were embarrassed and you just nodded to show yes.

You were so beautiful like this. Flushed, embarrassed, completely at his mercy. If he could, Jason would take a picture and keep it forever, as a reminder of this moment he’d waited so long for. And the sound of your gasp and confirmation as his fingers touched you made his heart begin to pound, and he leaned forward to press his lips to your ear, his voice low and hoarse. “You’re so perfect. My little bird.”

Jason continued to press a trail of kisses against the side of your neck, his lips exploring your skin as he continued to touch you delicately. Every sound, every movement, every breath you took was making him ache. You were so perfect - so damn perfect - that he was wondering if this was actually a hallucination, or a fever dream. Your breathless gasps and soft, sweet moans made his mind cloud with desire for you.

You were so sensitive, so damn adorable. Jason had known you for years but he’d never seen you like this before. He hadn’t realized that you got so flushed so easily, or that you shivered like this from something so simple. It was like he was discovering a whole new side to you that he’d never seen, and he couldn’t get enough of it. Jason continued to kiss the sensitive parts of your skin as his gloved hands continued to move over your body, his voice still soft in your ear.

You were so responsive to his touch. Everything you did and said, every little noise you made, it was all perfect. He wanted to hear more. Jason nipped at your ear, his tongue brushing against the skin of your neck as he murmured quietly. “So sensitive…“

Where his lips touched, it was like an electric shock. Your body is shaking as if you are moaning. You clench your fingers and toes. Your heartbeat becomes stronger because of him.

God, the sounds you were making. The moans, your gasps, the quiet whines…the whole thing was driving him wild. He wanted to devour you, to completely lose himself in you - but there was only one thing stopping him. The cold voice of reason, reminding him that you were only like this because of the fear toxin…

Jason slowly exhaled against your skin, as he slowly forced himself to think. This wasn’t real. It wasn’t real. It wasn’t real. You were only acting like this because of the fear toxin, you weren’t really here - the real you was far away, thinking of Jason Todd. Not the Arkham Knight. Jason forced himself to speak, the words coming out hoarse and laboured. “Little bird…gotta stop. I don’t want to go too far.”

He had wanted this for so long. He had yearned for you, even after he’d become the Arkham Knight, and to have you like this - so warm and willing, so responsive to his touch - it was like a dream come true. But it was all just an illusion. You were doing all of this, saying all these things, because of the toxin, not because you really loved him.

You held his face in your hands, looking at the hallucinatory Jason. Your chest began to beat with your breathing, and your thumbs brushed across his cheeks. You are very selfish. You only understood love after you lost him. Now you have fallen to this state. You don't care which side is true, you want to be brave once and for all to make up for not expressing your feelings to Jason.

Your expression was so beautiful. In your eyes, he wasn’t just the Arkham Knight, he was Jason. Jason, your Jason, the man you loved. You looked at him with so much emotion, so much love and affection, it was almost painful for him to see. This was so wrong, you didn’t love him. You didn’t love Arkham Knight, you loved Jason Todd…and he knew it wasn’t real.

The way you looked at him, the warmth and softness in your hands, the way you stroked his skin so gently as if you were holding a fragile object, it was everything he’d ever wanted from you for so long. Even if it was all an illusion brought on by the fear toxin, he didn’t want to let this go. He didn’t want to take the antidote, or to put on his helmet and end this moment. He wanted to pretend.

You pulled his face closer and pecked his sweet lips a few times, feeling happy in his presence. A bright smile appeared on your lips, you pecked his nose once more before moving to his lips for a kiss. You are trapped in the abyss of fear toxins, the hallucination of Jason, the real Jason Todd and Arkham Knight.

You looked so happy like this. You were smiling, so bright and sweet, as if you really loved him. Jason knew it was all fake, a mere product of the toxin, but how was he supposed to give this up? When you acted so loving and affectionate, saying and doing everything he’d wanted from you for months? You pecked at his lips again, so sweet and affectionate, that Jason found himself closing his eyes and returning the kiss, his hand moving to your hair.

This was so wrong, it was all so wrong. But the feel of your skin, the taste of your lips, the sound of your breathing - it was the most perfect thing he’d ever felt or experienced. Jason pulled back from the kiss for a moment, his heart racing against his chest, and he couldn’t help but say it. “I love you…”

Sure enough, just like before, your heartbeat always gets messy when he says "I love you". You really regret that didn't have the courage to face his love and ended up like this. But it was enough, to hear his loving confession once again. Just this time, tears couldn't stop falling. You had been waiting for this moment for a long time. You finally confessed to him and finally said your feelings. “I love you too, Jason. Only you.”

His heart ache at the sound of your soft, sweet confession. The way you clung to him, with those tears sliding down your pretty face and a bright smile on your lips. The way you said his name and said you loved him back…the way you said that he was the only one. Jason couldn’t hold back the feeling that welled up in his heart. He leaned in and pressed his forehead against yours, his eyes shut tightly, tears welling up and slipping down his face.

Tears dripped down his face, and Jason could hardly believe this was happening. The love of his life was holding him, crying and confessing and saying his name, and even if it was all just a cruel, twisted dream brought on by the toxin, Jason couldn’t bring himself to stop. He closed his eyes, his forehead resting against yours as a soft, shaky exhale escaped his throat, and Jason whispered quietly. “Say it again…promise me you love me, say it again…”

Without hesitation, you said the three words "I love you" again, over and over again. Afraid that he wouldn't understand, you even said his name and full name at the same time. “I love you, Jason. Jason Todd.”

Jason shut his eyes tightly, your confession like a dagger to his heart. You spoke it so easily, so sincerely, as if you really meant it - and though Jason knew it was all just a lie, that you didn’t really love him, hearing you say his name felt like music to his ears. He was a man starved for affection, deprived of the love he had so desperately desired, and having you speak those words to him was like being given the breath of life. “God, I love you so much…”

The two of you have completely fallen into the abyss between each other. You two kissed each other's lips with tears in eyes, so hungry for each other. Every time he touches your skin, your moans echo in the cell. Until he goes deeper and deeper, unbuttoning your clothes, the two of you can no longer stop. You surrender completely to illusion, while he surrenders to false reality.

You were both far, far too deep down the rabbit hole. Every touch, every kiss, every moan, it was just driving him deeper down the rabbit hole, consuming him from the inside out. And Jason knew you couldn’t have really loved him, it was all a mere effect of the fear toxin. He didn’t care. He didn’t care that it wasn’t real, that you were under the influence of the toxin. He could allow himself to be selfish, just this once.

He savors your skin carefully, every inch of it bears his deep marks, and every place he kisses is hot. Your body trembles as the love he brings is as hot as fire, your moans spread throughout the cell and echo back to his ears. He took in every inch of you, like a starving man being given the first meal in a month. Every kiss, every touch, every moan leaving your lips, driving him insane with desire - and every mark he left behind was like a claim, a sign that you were his and no-one else’s.

Until he took off your last piece of clothing, you were completely naked in front of him. With a shy expression, you covered your plump breasts with your hands and closed your legs to cover your private parts. When you blushed and tried to cover your body, Jason couldn’t help but feel a smile tugging at the corner of his lip. “Don’t cover up, little bird. You’re beautiful…let me savor it all for now.”

His grip is so strong that your wrists can't get away from him. You swallowed and blurted out with embarrassment. “Don’t look…it’s embarrassing…”

“I need to look.”Jason’s heart was racing in his chest and his breaths were heavy and uneven. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, every inch of your body looked so perfect to him, so beautiful. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them down above your head, straddling you against the floor, his mouth hovering over your ear. “So don’t try to hide from me.”

It's getting deeper and deeper. You are intoxicated by the illusion of Jason, while he is intoxicated by the real fakeness. You look up and see that his strong hands that pinned you down don't give you room to break free. You pout showing your embarrassment expression. “I can't even hide it right now.”

He leaned in closer, so close that you could feel his breath against your skin, and he could see every single little feature of your gorgeous face. Your pouted lips, your flushed cheeks, your half-lidded eyes. You were a masterpiece of beauty, and Jason was so, so desperate to taste you. He confirmed, giving a small, almost playful tug on your wrists. “Are you gonna keep struggling, or are you gonna let me look at you…?”

You lowered your eyes to avoid the gaze of Jason in the hallucination, and muttered. “I won’t…”

Jason was so tempted to play with you a little further, make you struggle a little more, but he was far too desperate for that. He wanted to feel you, all of you, and nothing else mattered. With your wrists still pinned to the ground, Jason leaned in even closer, his lips brushing against your skin, until he was able to murmur in your ear. “That’s more like it.”

You can't see the real Jason and Arkham Knight, you only see the Jason in the illusion created by the toxin. The cold, hard floor of the cell was now an afterthought, with your mind and body completely consumed by Jason. You heard the sound of his armour clattering onto the floor, discarded, but all you could focus on was his warm breath against your skin and his lips pressing against your neck.

He took a moment to simply look at you, to truly take in just how gorgeous you looked, all spread out and vulnerable on the ground, looking up at him with those eyes. Jason didn’t think it was possible for you to look any more beautiful, but here you were. His beautiful, perfect little bird, looking so precious and delectable. The moment felt so real that it hurt.

Jason continued to kiss, sucking and nipping along the expanse of your skin, his teeth gently biting into your neck until he was certain a small, dark mark was left behind. He could hear your small little moans and gasps, driving him even further into this fantasy, this beautiful, twisted fantasy. He could barely hear anything but the sound of his breathing in his ears, his hands wandering over your body, feeling your skin. Until, finally, his hand travelled lower.

He teased you with his fingers for a while, stroking and kneading your most private and sensitive parts. His eyes were fixed on your face, watching your every reaction, every movement, every little twitch that he wanted to see the most. He watched as your lips would part and your eyes would widen, as you let out little gasps and moans. He could feel you quivering underneath his touch, as you responded to him so perfectly, so beautifully.

When his fingers penetrate you, you twitch and moan loudly. He hits the sensitive spot in you. The sizzling sound came out. Jason let out a low, guttural noise of approval from deep in his chest as you responded to him so perfectly, so beautifully, as sweet and sensitive as he’d ever imagined.

Your sounds of pleasure made his head feel like it was buzzing, filling up with a kind of white noise. You sounded so beautiful, looked so gorgeous, you were everything he wanted, everything he’d ever dreamt of…or maybe he was just insane. When you make that lovely, sinful sound, he can barely hold himself back. His breath hitches in his throat, he can’t help but let out a low, low moan of his own, his eyes shut tightly.

You were so responsive, so perfect, Jason was so desperate to hear more. When you made those little sounds and moans, he felt like he was losing his mind, there was nothing but fire in his veins. Jason slid another finger in, his breathing growing more laboured, his eyes shutting but feel you. “That’s it…”

Ah. You realize how beautiful it is. The fear toxin permeates you, but you see Jason in your illusion. You can't tell the difference between real and fake, but every touch is happiness. What a happy thing it is to do this with the one you love. Every touch and kiss from him can't suppress your tears of happiness.

You were in bliss, your mind completely consumed by the toxin, and by the beautiful illusion of the man you love on top of you. Jason was so perfect, so gentle, and every touch seemed to set your body on fire in the best way possible. Every kiss, every caress, just made you feel happier, until you were completely drowning in the love you felt for him. Tears streamed down your face, a mixture of happiness and love, until you whispered out his name, and it was like music.

“Jason…”

That single sound, his name being called in that beautiful, sweet voice, nearly finished him. He had always wanted to hear his name on your lips like that. Not as the Arkham Knight, not with fear or anger. But said with love and happiness, with affection, the way you were doing now, under the influence of fear toxin. Jason couldn’t take it anymore. He had been so careful and patient this whole time, but he couldn’t keep himself in any longer.

He’s not longer suppress the hungry beast in his heart. His strong hand gripped your wrist and pulled you up from the cold floor. He put you in the most embarrassing position. That's doggy style, you're on your hands and knees on the cold floor. “Wait! It’s embarrassing for this position!”

He pulled you up so quickly that you barely had time to react, your knees pressing against the hard floor. You could feel the chill of the concrete against your skin, and you were so, so exposed, in such a vulnerable position. Jason leaned down to murmur in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “I think you look plenty good like this. And I like to see you blush…it’s cute.”

You want to stop in this embarrassing position , your back completely exposed to him, and you unable able to see his face. He leaned down, his strong muscular body on your back. He lifted your hair and kissed the back of your neck gently, biting your ear with his lips before slowly sliding down your back.

He was so large, so warm over you, and you felt as if you were going to be completely consumed by him. Jason’s lips traveled across the nape of your neck, gently nipping and sucking at the skin until a small, dark mark was left behind. His hands reached up to gather your hair, pulling it to the side to give himself more room, as he continued to plant kisses on the back of your neck.

The fingers of his left hand penetrate deep into your body, playing with your sensitive spots, while his right hand holds your wrists to prevent you from breaking free, and his lips taste your back bit by bit. You can’t stop the shiver that runs through you, every nerve on fire as your entire body is consumed by pleasure.

God, he was so good, he was so-

It was so hard to even think straight. Your mind was so clouded, taken over by feelings of ecstasy that it was hard to even think straight anymore. The way he touched you, the way he marked your skin, so possessive and careful all at the same time…it was overwhelming. You wanted to see his face, to look into his eyes and lose yourself in that familiar shade of blue, to see the smile on his lips…

He moves his fingers behind you until you squirt. You have never felt such shame and excitement before, coupled with the invasion of fear toxins and the hallucination of Jason. The mixture of feelings, pleasure and shame, the fear toxin and the hallucination of the man you loved above you-

It was too much, too overwhelming.

You could hardly see straight anymore, and every sound out of your mouth was a whimper or a moan of ecstasy, the pleasure coursing through you in waves. And yet, you were begging for more, begging for him to keep going, even as the feeling was almost too much to bear.

You hear a dripping sound coming from behind. It's your love juice dripping. It's so embarrassing. You’re so embarrassed, so red in the face…you can’t believe that you’re making those sounds, that you sound so messy, so…needy. He feels amazing, his fingers feel amazing, the way he’s marking up your back is amazing, it’s all so amazing and you can’t help it, you’re making all sorts of embarrassing sounds…and now you were even making dripping sounds, it’s so embarrassing…yet, you can’t bring yourself to tell him to stop.

When you look back, you see him slowly removing his fingers, his gaze and expression filled with satisfaction. You try to look away, to hide your red face, but it’s so hard when he looks so happy, so satisfied. And when he licks the mess that’s on his fingers, you feel yourself get even more embarrassed. This whole situation is embarrassing.

The toxin was making this so intense, so extreme, every single reaction, every single emotion…it was all magnified tenfold. And it was hard to believe that it was all just an illusion. It was so hard to tell the difference between real and fake when your mind was so clouded, when you were so distracted by every single movement and touch.

It just felt so real, so right, to be in his touch and beneath him, it was hard to think of it as fake. And the way he looked at you, it was like he was absolutely starving for you. His voice was so hoarse, a rough whisper in your ear. “You look so pretty like this, you know that?”

The toxin was making this all too extreme, your mind reeling and thoughts all over the place as you were consumed by pleasure. “Ugh…Jason…”

“You always look so pretty, but you look so pretty when you’re like this…”He was hovering over you, his fingers roaming over your skin, leaving behind a trail of heat and small marks. There was something almost possessive in the way he touched you, as if you were his. His eyes were drinking in your expression, watching the different expressions of pleasure and embarrassment you were making.

You could see it in his eyes, the hunger, an almost wild look of desire. His gaze was fixated on you, his hands running up and down your body, so slow and careful. He knew that you were drowning, completely consumed in the pleasure he was giving you, drowning in the fear toxin and in him.

You thought it was over, but suddenly something thick and strong went in smoothly because of the nourishment of your love juice. It was his dick that started moving roughly bumping inside. He didn’t give you any chance to rest, because the monster is craving you, in very hunger form.

You can't break free because his strong right hand press your wrists to prevent you from breaking free. You can only let him do whatever he wants. You feel the toxin and hallucinations, your senses are becoming more and more sensitive. His dick is so huge that it fills you up, leaving no room inside you.

Experienced intense entanglement, each of you bears each other's marks, your scratches and his bites. Your sweat is tightly attached to each other's skin, and your moans spread throughout the cell, releasing yourselves without any concealment. Until the end, you felt a little pain because Jason injected the antidote into your body and you fell into unconscious.

You felt yourself slowly drift into the darkness, slowly losing touch with the world around you. But before you were fully unconscious, you felt a slight pinch, and a warm feeling spreading through your body. The toxin was being counteracted, the illusion of Jason slowly fading away. You felt like you wanted to hold onto him tighter, to keep that sweet, beautiful illusion with you, but darkness took you before you could do anything. “Don’t…leave…me…Jason…”

That was the last thing you could mutter as you were pulled into the deep darkness of the coma, into the dark void of unconsciousness. If only you could stay with him in the illusion, if only you could keep pretending that he was real, that he was holding you and caressing you and marking your body with his touch…But Jason could only watch you fall into the deep sleep that the antidote had given you.

— Part 1 The End —

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Can you do Michael,Jason,art, pennywise where there child get the bite of 83 f(from fnad) :D

Slashers reaction to their child being part of the bite of 83

Paring: Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Art the Clown, and Pennywise the dancing clown x child! Reader

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A/N: as a fnaf fan I had fun writing this one 😭💗

Michael Myers

He should’ve never left you alone. He went to get you a plush toy since you desperately wanted it to go with your collection of the other small stuffed animals. He had his mask off so he wouldn’t just be seen as a scary person or the fact that people would recognize him too quickly.The loud crunch of your head being crushed filled his ears, making him snap his head in the direction where four other teenagers had on their own animal masks. Staring up at what they did to you, in complete shock. Your body laid limp in the animatronics mouth with blood splattering over the metal and on your clothes. Michael shoved the teenagers harshly to where they fell to the ground with loud sounds or even fell against the chairs as their impact. Michael held one with a red fox mask, ripping it off his face.

His cold eyes stared at the teenager and the teenage boy tried to make Michael let him go, he apologized repeatedly with more cries, not being able to handle his gaze and begged to be put down. Michael had a death grip on his shirt before slamming him head first into a corner of the table. Some of them screamed and scattered away. Michale then grabbed one of the teenagers in a yellow chicken mask. His grip was firm and it broke her arm with a loud crack, making her scream and he shoved her into the ground too, the other two with the bunny and bear mask screamed for help, when he was at a far distance they took their friends away from him. Michael didn’t care, the yellow bunny kept moving while the bear stood in a glitch, Michael nearly ripped its mouth off trying to get you down, holding your bloody head against his chest. Your face was too bloody to show him any form of life.. but you were still breathing..slowly. His grip on your body got tighter, his veins showed on his hands, they trembled.

Michael’s fingers clenched onto your clothes, he breathed heavily, looking around for some sort of help, no one was there to help. The teenagers were lucky Michael didn’t kill him..or any of his friends for the matter. He left without a trace…hoping he could get the help you needed, hoping you didn’t take your final breath in his arms.

Jason Voorhees

All four teenagers stood frozen when the animatronic bit down on your head, your screams cut out with a loud crunch. Jason heard the crunch. He dropped the plate of pizza he had got for you, taking slow steps before he speed walked to the teenagers who did it. His blue eyes through the mask held a deadly glare that scent chills down their spine. His eyes flickered to every last one of them, seeing who was the guiltiest which gave him the indication that they came up with the plan. The boy with the red fox mask looked the most guilty, even trembling under Jason’s gaze.

Jason’s strong, large hand wrapped around his neck, immediately cutting off his access to breathe. His breathing was heavy the more he squeezed, his friends tried to pry Jason off, but it made him shove them hard. He was never the one to hurt kids, but they hurt you. And he was livid. The boy kicked and tried to cry but with every sound that came out made him loose more air, Jason’s hand trembled, dropping him and he fell to his knees to painfully gasp for air. Jason rushed over to you. Ripping off the upper jaw of the bear animatronic to get you down with trembling arms.

His cold hands pressed against your pressure points for any sign of life. He didn’t feel anything, he didn’t even see your chest rise and fall. Jason held you close to his chest. He watched his mother get murdered, and now..he saw you get murdered. He couldn’t believe it, he wished he was there sooner. He already lost his mother. Now he has to come to the terms that he lost you too.

Art the clown

The clown’s mouth was left agape at the sight of your bloodied body hanging from the animatronics mouth. His eves kept flickering from the children and to you. His kith then turned into a frown. A deep frown. His eyebrows furred together in a pit of rage but out in a fake smile to try and get the teenagers attention.

He snapped his fingers and they all looked at him. Terrified, shocked, and confused. All three of their emotions were displayed their eyes through the animal masks, Art’s eye twitched as he held up a finger as telling them to watch. He heard one of them step back before the rest followed the others motions, he pulled out a gun. A fire gun. Holding it out as if it was a trophy. The teenagers screamed once he pulled the trigger to let out heavy fire, aiming it in their direction. Every last one of them screamed in agony from the fire. He kept going. He didn’t stop until every last thing was on fire. One of the tanagers cried and tried to crawl away from the fire.

The corners of his mouth turned into a smile. Grabbing gasoline from his trusty trash bag and poured it all over them, they screamed louder and the fire got brighter. Throwing the small gasoline box away. Tilting his head up to you, he opened the bears mouth to drop you in his arms. Your weak arm shakily held onto his costume, your breathing was slow and he took you out to leave the place ablaze along with more screams.

Pennywise the dancing clown

The smell of blood filled Pennywise’s nose. Even in his human form he could smell it. Looking around to try and find the culprit of the smell until he took a second to actually smell it. It was your blood. The scent of you filled his nose. His eyes flashed yellow at the sight of the four teenagers. Their fear smelled intoxicating. Every last one of them trembled at Pennywise’s gaze even as he began to shapeshift into his clown form, they screamed louder. Two of them tired to escape but every last door was closed shut.

They didn’t deserve the deadlights. They deserved death. His jaw opened wide as his he lunged towards one of them, ripping their arm off with one bite. Every last one of them, he attacked, ripping them apart and biting into their flesh with loud roars and their screamed mixed with his growls. With one last bite from the last one standing, he dropped them all with his tongue licking the blood off his lips. Glaring at all of their now dead bodies, the walls splattered with their blood covering the walls, almost like a scene out of a horror movie.

Finally, he went to your body that didn’t have a pulse, he growled again and used his teeth to rip the upper jaw of the animatronic off. Sulking slightly at the sight of you dead. Holding you close to his chest, having a hand on your bloody head. You might be dead.. but he’ll cherish your soul.

Forever.

[sweetnnaivete]

KISS ME, OUT OF THE BEARDED BARLEY

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Jason but his girlfriend was kidnapped instead of him. She become crazy (because Jason didn't come to save her but in fact he couldn't get into the place where she was being held, and when he come it too late) and become a villain, Joker's right hand or sth like that. Please please please THANK YOUUUU

Oh I'm not crying.. something just got inside my eye 😭💔

Betrayal

Jason todd x reader

The night hung heavy over Gotham City, a shroud of darkness pierced only by the flickering lights of neon signs and the distant glow of streetlamps. Red Hood prowled the rooftops with practiced ease, his mind focused yet burdened with memories he could never shake.

It had been months since y/n, his girlfriend, was taken. The anguish of that night still gnawed at Jason's soul, the bitter taste of failure and helplessness lingering like a curse. He had tracked every lead, chased every whisper in the city's underbelly, but he had been too late. By the time he breached the compound where they held her, y/n was gone—physically freed but forever changed.

She had emerged not as y/n, but as Nightshade—a new persona cloaked in darkness and bitterness. Her once vibrant eyes now held a cold, calculating gleam as she aligned herself with Gotham's most feared: the Joker.

Tonight, their paths crossed once more amid the chaos of a Joker-led heist at Gotham's First National Bank. Red Hood moved swiftly, dispatching Joker's goons with lethal precision, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. And there she was, Nightshade, a shadow among shadows, her form sleek and deadly as she moved with lethal grace.

Their eyes locked across the smoke-filled bank lobby, a silent exchange of pain and accusation. Jason's heart clenched as he saw the gleam of recognition in her eyes—a flicker of the woman he had loved, the woman that he had no problem to dirt his hands for, the one who was ready to go the bottom and hell for, was now buried beneath layers of betrayal and fury.

Their fight was inevitable, a collision of past promises and present betrayals. Nightshade was agile and ruthless, her movements fueled by vengeance and the remnants of shattered trust. Red Hood fought with restraint, each blow weighted with regret and hope—hope that somewhere beneath the mask of Nightshade, y/n still lingered.

As punches and kicks echoed in the cavernous bank, memories surfaced like ghosts: laughter shared over dinners, the long kisses in the quiet of night, dreams whispered in the warmth of their shared bed. Jason fought not just against Nightshade but against the inevitability of their tragic tale—a hero and a fallen lover, caught in a dance of light and darkness.

Finally, exhaustion settled over them both, their breaths ragged, bodies bruised. Nightshade stood defiantly, her gaze defiant yet haunted. "You could have saved me," she spat, her voice a mix of accusation and sorrow.

Jason took his mask off, revealing eyes haunted by guilt and determination. "I tried.." he replied softly, each word heavy with the weight of their shattered dreams. "But I couldn't.. I've betrayed you, i was the reason of your suffering, if i didn't lose hope, none of all of this would happen to you." Tears started falling down from jason's eyes..

Silence enveloped them as Gotham's sirens wailed in the distance, signaling the approach of the GCPD. Nightshade glanced once more at Jason, a flicker of doubt crossing her mask. Then, with a graceful leap, she vanished into the night, leaving Jason alone with his thoughts and regrets.

As dawn broke over Gotham, Red Hood stood amidst the wreckage of the bank, the echoes of their fight still reverberating in his mind. Y/n was out there, a shadow among shadows, a reminder of love lost and the relentless pursuit of redemption.

And as the city awakened to another day, Jason Todd vowed to never stop searching—for justice, for peace, and perhaps, in the depths of Gotham's darkness, for a flicker of the woman he had once loved.

☆ I hope you like it ☆

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hey !! i really love your clingy jason thoughts but do you think you could do a similar sort of thing but it would be like,, how jason would act when dating someone who isn't really comfortable with physical touch ?

it would just be to indulge me a bit 😭😭 but i love your headcanons and your ideas !!!! <3

Ooo i had to think a bit on this request.

Jason x reader who doesnt like physical touch

Jason's trauma could manifest as either a disgust and hatred to touch or a strong desire for constant touch. I have mentioned before that Jason likes simple touches more than hefty ones. Like linking pinkies, legs touching when sitting nearby, stuff like that.

In the beginning of the relationship, he will avoid physical touch no matter who his partner is. He needs time to trust you and to get over that fear and trauma. Now it leads to a form of conditioning.

If you give him very little physical touch, he of course will love it and he will be more comfortable than if you give him too much touch. Since he is basically reborn and even before that he had no experience with physical contact/intimacy . He grows to love and only expect that level of physical touch.

But if you are extremely touchy, he is more uncomfortable in the beginning, but since he loves you he will associate the warm feelings he gets when you touch him with the excessive physical contact and he will grow to love and expect that level of physical touch.

Basically imagine a baby whose natural insticts for physical touch as love has been deactivated..if you teach the baby to see small acts of physical contact as love, it will take that and use that but if you show the baby only big acts of physical contact is love, it will learn that instead. Neither are bad, its just how the baby is conditioned/observationally learns.

So when it comes to physical touch, it really depends on you when it comes to jason. Now if this was say dick or wally..this wont work out. But given the mental state and emotional condition of jason..it really is up to you.

Really let my psychology notes come out here haha, well sorry if its too analytical but I like it, I wish my case study answers were this detailed lol. Anyways I hope this was sort of what you were looking for even if it is quite short:)

[honey-milk-depresso]

Batboys x reader who is a game/singer streamer

So I'm assuming that s/o is a singer + game streamer from what I can see soooo yeah! I think I went to focus on the gamer part than singer though. Also I could only do this for Dick, Jason and Tim because 😭 sorry ;-;;;

TT o TT

Batboys with a game (mostly) + singer s/o

Dick Grayson

Don’t even get me started on how hype Dick’s gonna be. You game??? And stream?????? Epic-

Dick has played video games with Tim before it’s just that he sucks at playing the modern one sometimes-, so he probably wants to do co-ops with you and maybe join your streams and play with you.

He sucks ASS though in Among Us because he’s bad at lying when he’s imposter and too trusting when he’s just a crew mate. He’s so funny though when you record him while playing with you and your other streamer friends.

“Awww, look at me and s/o walking together and building snowmen! We are so—”

*Kills him* “…” “s/O WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME ARE YOU TRYING TO BREAK UP WITH MEEEEEEE????”*loud sobbing*

Obviously, no, it’s just what you had to do as an imposter and you have to apologise to your sulky boyfriend.

Fun fact: bought your two of those matching cat ears headphones and he’s so sappy, dear god- he loves those earphones.

Also your voice?? IT’S SO GOOD??? You made your own songs and that’s so cool!! No wonder your fanbase is so big, damn-

And he’s obviously your biggest fan! <

Jason Todd

He’s trying, he really is. Because the last thing he played before he died were Game Boys and then he awoken to Wii Games, Nintendo Switches and whatever the fuck those online games are.

Those sus game ads he clicked randomly made him question what happened when he was still dead-

Jason thinks it’s pretty cool you stream gaming content and all, although don’t ask him to play any RPG with you because he’ll rage quit. He will go insane.

Jason keeps insisting on wanting to join your streams in Among Us but like come on- WE ALL KNOW HE’S GONNA START RAGING MORE-

When he gets killed, he calls the imposter a “Joker” 💀 Sometimes you have to calm him down and tell him it’s their role as imposter to do this. Also, when he gets imposter, he’ll kill everyone except you. Like he’s your bodyguard or something and everyone’s out to get you. You don’t even need to be imposter. If you did kill him before, he’ll kill you back though-

He’s okay if you let him play Minecraft together though, he finds it peaceful (on creative mode).

Listens to your songs on repeat while he’s repairing vehicles or hear it live on your stream when he’s reading. Wholesome supportive boyfriend stuff. <3

Tim Drake

Immediately follows all forms of social media you have, and give subs to every time you go live and stream. No hesitation.

He thinks it’s cool you stream games and all, something he wished to do but just doesn’t have much time to do so, and that he has no idea how to start up a fanbase anyways so-

Tim would join your streams every once in a while to play with you and he doesn’t mind any sort of games, he’s pretty good with the controller… well, maybe RPG. Because if he’s doing a multiplayer game like with Genshin needing to join servers and all, most of the time, people wouldn’t listen to his plans and end up dying and then he goes berserk. Only you listen s/o… wHY?? WHY DOES NOBODY LISTEN TO HIS STRATS????

Also, cat ears headphones?? He has one and he looks so cute in it and would ask if you want one too- he only wears those headphones in private though, or in front of you.

Anyways, Tim loves your singing too! Would listen it live or hear it on Spotify if it’s available. If you sing covers, it’s gonna ruin him. He can’t listen to the original track anymore because it’s just not the same-

Overall, gamer boyfriend you got here. <3

[bravo4iscool]

Hey hey, I'd like to give an idea!!

I know that a lot of people actually focus on ghost x reader stuff, AND THAT'S OK, but I've been thinking about some content of reader actually being Simon's kid or something. Because I only find content similar to it in very weird accounts that somehow turn those into incest fanfics, and it gives me the ick.

I'll understand if you just ignore this or not feel like writing it, I just felt like I wanted to bring this idea up because, well, why not.

I LOVE THIS!!! thank you so much for trusting me with this! i’ll try my best hahaha.

i love simon’s!kid fanfics and all those incest fics really are the bane of my existence😭. how tf do you come up with stuff like that lmao?

anyways, since you weren’t specific with the type of fic you want i’m gonna turn this into a (toxic!)singledad!simon!AU🫣

for this i’m taking inspiration from my favourite series ‘seal team’ and its main character the navy seal master chief jason hayes.

he (jason) has two children (one daughter and one son) and is anything but a perfect father. he tried to be better after his ex wive’s death but, well…

but i don’t wanna talk too much, let’s go🫣

readers nickname is nugget btw and they have a younger brother named jacob :)

(i hope you like this, i tried my best😭)

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You sigh and shrug off your jacket. You’re drenched in water, a little puddle forming where you stand. You shiver and pull off your shoes with a grunt, hoping that you didn’t alert your dad.

“Hey Nugget.” You grimace when you hear your dad’s voice. You didn’t want him to notice you.

“Hi dad,” you quickly greet him, trying to squish past him but he grabs your arm, holding you back. You take a deep breath before you look at him. The sooner this was over the better.

“Why are your clothes wet?” he wants to know, looking you up and down, frowning at you.

“It’s raining outside,” you drily remark, clearing your throat when he hits you with a sharp gaze. You sigh, “You were meant to pick me up but you didn’t show up, okay? All my friends were gone and I needed to walk home.”

His grip around your arm weakens and he frowns at you again. “What do you mean, I was supposed to pick you up?”

“The way I said it. You told me you’d pick me up but you didn’t show.” You shrug. “It’s nothing new, no? Now, can I please go to my room? I’d like to change.” You wait for his answer but you get none. He only lets go of your arm, watching after you when you leave.

You peek into your brothers room before you walk into your bathroom and check after him. “Hey Josy. Have you eaten already?” you want to know, leaning against his doorframe.

He looks up from his game, smiling and shaking his head. “Nah. He came home like two hours ago. He hasn’t talked to me.” 

You roll your eyes, pushing yourself off the door frame. “Okay. I’ll quickly shower and then I’ll see what I can make. You good with that?”

“Jup,” your little brother answers, already too distracted by his video game again. You shake your head with a smile, heading towards your bathroom.

-

“You want something to eat?” you ask Simon when you start to rummage around in the kitchen. “Josy said he didn’t have anything so I thought about making some,” you tell him, barely waiting for your dad’s response.

But when you really don’t get one you turn around and and walk a couple steps into the living room. There you see him, peacefully sleeping on the couch, one arms dangling off the side and his mouth slightly agape.

You smile to yourself and carefully walk towards him to drape a blanket over him. You look at him for a second before you lift his head to put a pillow under it. Then you leave as quietly as you arrived.

When you call your brother for dinner you motion him to be quiet as he enters. “Dad’s asleep, I don’t want to wake him up,” you explain, setting Jacob’s plate down in front of him.

“Thanks,” he smiles, immediately digging into the food. “Y’know, you should become a chef with your cooking skills,” he smacks after some moments, nodding along to his statement.

You chuckle and shake your head. “You know that there’s no culinary school around here… Besides I can’t leave you or dad alone.”

Jacob only rolls his eyes at that, stuffing another fork of food into his mouth. “Sometimes I think he doesn’t even care about us.”

You immediately frown at your brother, holding yourself back from hardly scolding him. “Josy, don’t say that! Of course he cares about us! He’s just…” you try to find the right words to discribe your dad but, well… there was only one that came to mind. You sigh, “He’s just a bit difficult. You know his job…” You try to find excuses for his behaviour, knowing that it actually wasn’t but you didn’t want to hit your brother with the stone cold reality.

“He tries his best,” is the way you end the topic not knowing that Simon listened from the living room, his eyes filling with tears. Was he really that bad? Was he really failing that hard? Was he really so…unavailable to his children?

-

The next day you wake up your dad’s gone. No note, no information; he’s just gone. At first you didn’t think anything of it, he surely would be home in the evening but when he didn’t show you start to get worried.

You don’t tell Joseph about it, you keep to yourself and dial the Captains phone number. He surely could tell you where your dad was.

“Price,” he answers the phone and you let out a deep breath.

“Hi John! Is my dad with you?” you immediately ask, pacing up and down in your kitchen. “He hasn’t been home and doesn’t answer my texts or calls. I’m worried about him…” you tell the Captain, your eyes nervously darting around.

John listens to you and then tell you, “He’s not with me. We’re not due for deployment until almost two months,” he further informs you and your heart sinks.

“What do you mean, he’s not with you? Do you know where he is?” Your voice wavers and you feel your eyes starting to burn.

“I’m sorry Nugget but… I don’t know where he is…” You can hear him walking around, then he talks again. “I’ll keep my eyes out for him, okay? I’ll send someone over to you as soon as I’m finished here.”

“Oh, no no no, it’s fine. I- we don’t need someone, it’s alright,” you immediately deny, not wanting anyone else to know your dad was gone. “I’m gonna call Johnny, maybe he knows where he is. You don’t need to send someone,” you explain, chewing your nails—a habit you actually wanted to get rid of.

You can practically feel the hesitance of the Captain but after a couple seconds he agrees. “Okay. But I’ll look after you as soon as I can. I don’t want you and Joseph to be alone,” is his compromise and you can’t help but agree.

“I’ll talk to you again later, okay?” Price sighs. “Some recruit did shit and I need to fix it now.”

“Okay, yes.” You end the call, your hand wiping over your face in a state of panic. You didn’t know where your dad was, if he was okay or if he’d come back. You didn’t know how to look after yourself and Joseph, you probably needed to quit school to keep track of all the bills and-

“Where’s dad?” Joseph walks into the kitchen, headphones around his neck, munching on chips or something like that.

“He’s…at work,” you quickly lie, trying to hide you glassy eyes. “I don’t know when he’ll be back.” Jacob’s happy with that answer and opens the fridge.

“We gonna take the bus to school?” he wants to know, glancing at you.

“You’ll go alone today,” you tell him, handing him his lunch box. “I have an important appointment.”

“If you say so,” he shrugs, grabbing his backpack and leaves before you can properly say goodbye. As soon as you’re sure he left you grab your phone again and dial Johnny’s phone number.

As expected he also doesn’t know where your dad was but promises to to keep an eye out for him. Fucking hell, why did he just leave? Did someone shit in his brain or what? He’s never pulled something like that before…

-

Simon returns almost four months later. He didn’t know why he left. He didn’t know anything but one thing he did know was that he probably lost his children for good now…

His hands almost shake when he opens the door and he’s prepared for screaming and crying and breakdowns but when you see him your eyes widen and the mug in your hand falls to the ground.

“Dad,” you whisper and before he can even process everything you’re crashing into his arms, crying your eyes out.

“I’m sorry Nugget, I’m so sorry,” he mumbles into your hair, holding you close and never wanting to let you go again.

And you’re so close to forgiving him already; almost forgetting how you needed to quit school and take a job in the sketchy diner down the road. Almost forgetting how you cried yourself to sleep every night, trying to hide the disappearance of your dad from Joseph.

Simon feels how his hands start to shake and his eyes start to burn while he’s holding you; you’re crying in his arms and he’s so close to breaking down but then Joseph walks in.

“What do you want here?” His voice is cold, his gaze hard. He doesn’t flinch when your dad let’s go of you and straightens his back to his full height.

Your dad says nothing, only looks at his son, waiting for him to continue talking. “You left,” Joseph grits out, purposefully walking towards Simon. “You left and you didn’t even have the balls to tell us why!”

He was now screaming, his face red and his voice shaking. “How dare you come back now! How dare you!”

“Josy-“ you try to calm him down but he slaps your hand away, smacking his finger into his father’s chest.

“You think it’s okay to just leave? Nugget quit school to keep us above water while you were gone!” Joseph was now throwing pathetic punches at Simon’s chest, tears brimming him his eyes. “We needed you and you just decided to be a weak fuck and quit!”

Tears were running down your little brothers cheeks as he was hitting your dad chest and you wanted to pull him into your arms arms and comfort him but you yourself were shaking, your vision blurry from already shed tears.

“I’m sorry Josy,” Simon whispered, ignoring the punches his son was throwing at him, only pulling him into his arms and holding him close. “I don’t-“ his voice breaks. “I don’t know why I left. I’m sorry…”

Joseph shakes and cries and your heart breaks again. Carefully you walk towards them both, placing your arms around your brother. “We’ll be fine Josy,” you whisper, pressing a kiss to his head. “We’ll be fine…”

When you were alone with your dad, once Joseph went to sleep you place a cup of tea in front of him and sit down opposite of him.

“You’ve got a lot to fix,” you tell him, your expression neutral, besides your shaking hands beneath the table. “You just…disappeared and that left its scars. Don’t think that they’ll be healed just because you came home again.”

He listens to you, nodding along and staring at his tea. “I know. And i’m keen on fixing it.” He looks up and you see his red eyes. “I’m sorry I led Nugget. I’ll make it up, okay? I’ll do my best.”

“I know,” you try to believe him but in the back of your head you’re reminded of all the times he didn’t keep his promises…

pt.2 lol?

[lostamongthestarz]

Hai!! I loved your Vaas x trans male reader, it was seriously refreshing after seeing JUST fem readers 😭😭

Anyways I was wondering, can you do a Vaas x trans male reader with the reader getting kidnapped by Citra and Jason and Vaas just goes absolutely feral

I love your brain anon, And yeah, I got tired of seeing just Xfemale readers for Vaas. Sometimes you have to write it yourself.

hope this is good enough !

Vaas x Trans! male reader who was taken by Citra and Jason

Fandom: Far Cry/Far cry 3

Character: Vaas montenegro

Warnings: Vaas himself counts as someone who needs a warning.

Gore/blood/everything you'd expect from Vaas

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❗❗FEM READERS DO NOT INTERACT, DO NOT FETISHIZE MY WRITING, I WRITE THESE HEADCANONS FOR MY FELLOW TRANS MEN❗❗

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You were never supposed to be caught in the crossfire.

Vaas had done everything he could in his power to keep you as his secret. But now he was kicking himself in the ass for not worrying about something like this sooner -

Somehow Citra had caught wind of someone who had managed to capture Vaas's seemingly cold - sadistic heart, and like the lap dog he was, Jason under the orders of Citra went and fetched you. stealing you away one night while Vaas was gone.

At first - his men tried to hide it from Vaas, they were the ones who found your home almost in ruins. But Vaas? Vaas found out for himself and when he found out? he stormed back to camp. He shot the first person he saw.

he began hunting Jason down - he wasn't only hunting Jason down no, He was hunting for his boy.

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as for you? Citra couldn't risk having you around the temple or anywhere near her and the others - so she had Jason set up camp with a few others around. However, this didn't last long.

you didn't know how long it had been, you had lost track of time. the ropes around your wrists burned, and you didn't care for Jason's poor attempts at getting you to talk. you just sat there - waiting until you either passed out or until Citra figured out what to do with you.

You were just about to give up when you heard the sound of gunfire, Jason knew who it was - so without any hesitation, Jason was gone, and the sound of his rapid footsteps getting farther and farther away could be heard. With what strength you had left you lifted your head and saw Vaas.

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Vaas was covered head to toe in blood, it stained his clothes and skin. the second he laid eyes on you - your tired form? he wanted Jason and Citra's heads on pikes.

"Maldito infierno, chico bonito, pareces una mierda"

Vaas said he bent down to untie your wrists before he picked you up. you could walk sure, but you were far too tired, and it felt nice to be carried. As the two of you made your way back to camp there were piles of bodies - it was straight out of a horror movie.

Vaas wanted to send a message

no one takes his boy and lives

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Maldito infierno, chico bonito, pareces una mierda = "Fucking hell - pretty boy you look like shit"

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[Updated October 10, 2024] - Fic links below:

Published, In Progress:

Imprint (DPxDC) (Baby G.K. Danny, Halfa Dad Jason, Fright Franklin Pickle Girl Knight, oddball co-parents, attempted qpr relationship) 10/10: Chapter 13 done - trying to finish out the arc so I can MAYBE get this thing back on a bi-weekly schedule again 😭

Meandros (AC: 3 x AC: Odyssey) (Time travel/Reincarnation, Kid Desmond, OC's, Deimos!Kassandra, dumb mercenaries with a big bro/dad complex, Desmond "I'm Done" Miles) 10/10: Chapter 13 done - trying to finish out the arc and picking at the sequel drafts

Published, Complete:

As Long as Stars are Above You (TMNT (mostly Bayverse and Next Mutation)) (Family Fluff, Surprise Baby Acquisition, Good Big Bros, Momma April) 15 Chapters; 39k words; Sequel in progress

Our Mother Breathed Fire (GOT) (Dragon POV, kind of a character study? I don't know) 1 Shot; 2k words

Your Blood That I Bleed (AC 1, 2 & 3) (Family of Choice, Immortality, Cat Dad Desmond, Assassin Dads) 10 Chapters; 74k Words

"In The Drawer" - On Hiatus until I can give it the attention it needs:

A Place For Us (Batman (mostly Arkham Knight)) (Families of Choice, Kids, Adoption, Bat Fam coming back together) 4/12: My first fic on Ao3 and it's been set aside for a complete overhaul because there's no structure/direction and there's a lot of issues with how I was writing/presenting the characters.

Unpublished, In Progress:

And Longer Still If I Can - sequel to As Long As Stars Are Above You (TMNT) (Family and Found Family, Kid Fic, Adventure Fic, Larval Form Mutanimals) 10/10: On pause!

Red Devil Rowdy (title may change; DPxDCxSDxSPN) (Paranormal Mystery/Detective Fic, Family Reveal, Identity Reveal) 10/10: 4/5 Chapters done - working on that fifth then will be ready to post

And Still You Stand, Sturdy and Smelling of Smoke (DC x Spider-man) (Peter Parker Fist Fights the League, Catatonic Jason, Hyper Independent Tim) 10/10: On pause!

Illing and Able! (title may change; DSxTMNT) (Time Travel, Older Turtles (21), Mom Friend April, Gratuitous Use of "Bro", "Dude" and "Yo") 10/10: First arc finished! Will be published in the same update w/ Imprint 13 and Meandros 13!

Holy War is On The Phone (DPxMHA/BNHA) (Ghost Prince Danny, Undercover Investigation, Fake Family, Pissed Off Danny) 10/10: On pause!

Redline (DCxMHA/BNHA) (Robin!Jason, Jason has the Metagene, Accidental Dimension Travel, Pro-Heroes/Older Class 1-A) 10/10: Finishing the first arc!

(Recently fallen head over heels into a Star Wars hyperfixation, which has naturally spawned a bunch of WIP's of its own, so expect some content soon (EDIT: there's three independent SW wips and three crossovers with other fandoms in progress - will list them soon on the WIP list (10/10)))

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F/F centric recs (from a rare pair enjoyer so some of these might not be your style) digital love by rosegoldblood it’s Hazel/Lavinia with side Frank/Leo. happy little accidents by restinreeses is Rachel/Reyna. strange, new, confusing by planetundersiege is Hazel/Reyna. hot girl summer so you know she got it lit by perhapspearl is Hazel/Sadie (short and can be read as platonic or romantic). But I Would Love You in Any Form You Take by Anonymous Jason/Reyna rated E (trans girl Jason x Reyna). Escape In Letters by Hazardoustorm is Annabeth/Reyna. Something About Her Drew Me In by Hazardoustorm is Annabeth/Reyna/Piper. where there are butterflies by MermaidMarie is Hazel/Piper. Don’t give up on yuri 🫡

omg I would never give up on wlw 😭 and ty for the recs I actually love rarepairs!!! will check these out