#Jason can take his bitch ass to hell
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juicykvnture · 27 days ago
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HOMEWRECKER
Jason Todd x fem!reader
tags: AFAB reader, mean!Jason, cheating, dubcon, manhandling, slapping, degradation, edging, dumbification, slut shaming, hate fucking
a/n: uhhhhhhhhhhh..?!
wc: 3.1k | masterlist
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“So,” Jason’s words cut through the silence, causing you to almost choke on your coffee “how long you been screwing my old man for?”
“..what?” you stare at him, nothing short of bewildered from across the kitchen island.
“Don’t you fucking what me, I asked you a question.”
Six months, you’ve been with Bruce for six months. But Jason doesn’t really need you to tell him that, does he?
For six months, your boyfriend’s son has taken it upon himself to make every second you spend at the manor nothing short of a living hell.
Your lack of an answer makes Jason roll his eyes, exasperated as he slumps back against the counter.
“Let me rephrase, is going after middle aged men a kink of yours or does nobody our age want a vapid little bitch like you?”
You bristle, nails biting into your palms so hard they could bleed.
“Who the fuck are you talking to?” you’re trying to sound tough - your voice shakes, you’re bad at it.
You don’t have a foot to stand on in Wayne Manor when Bruce isn’t around and you know it.
Jason’s jaw ticks, tilting his head to the side.
“No, who the fuck are you talking to? Walking around my fucking house with your ass out like you own the place.”
Shrugging, he takes a step forward, leaning his head down slightly - closer to you to leave nothing up to interpretation, his arms resting on either side of you on the counter.
“I think you’ve overstayed your welcome.”
“It’s not your place to say that.” your only response is a weak, half-assed mumble.
You’re trying your best to be subtle about how you’re not meeting Jason’s eyes, attempting to catch a glimpse of the doorway he’s obscuring.
“Bruce ain’t coming down here for another while.” Jason rolls his eyes, dragging that last word out like he��s amused that you’re trying to dig yourself out of this.
The words catch in your throat - you’re not sure what to say to him.
You know if you yell at him, it won’t end well. He’s always got some kind of verbal jab he’s ready to pull at any given moment.
Storming off is no use either. You’re a joke as it is, and not being able to look Jason in the eye would make this all worse.
“Jason?”
The sound of footsteps in the foyer has the two of you turning your heads towards the doorway, the tension between the two of you dissipating for a moment.
“I may.. or may not have lost your bike keys!” Dick calls out, the fake sing-song tone in his voice trying to cover up the fact he knows damn well his brother is about to wring his neck.
“The fuck do you mean you lost my bike keys? I never let you have them!” Jason calls out, his hands falling by his sides.
Now that he isn’t caging you in, it’s like you can finally breathe again - taking a quiet sip of your coffee.
Jason curses under his breath, ready to storm out of the kitchen and strangle his brother - but not without bumping into you first.
No, not brushing past as he walks.
No, he fully shoulders you on the way out, to him - you falling to the floor or whacking your head against the counter would serve you right.
And just when you think it’s the last of your peril, he lingers in the doorway for a moment, glancing back at you in disgust, his voice lowered.
“I know what you are.”
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It’s been hours since breakfast, yours consisting of burnt coffee and an earful from Jason.
Hours, and his words replay in your mind - over and over like a broken record, one specially crafted with the intent of tearing you down.
And to your dismay, there’s a slight chance it might be working.
You’re trying to distract yourself, rooting around in your lipstick drawer - who knows, maybe you’ll find peace and quiet at the bottom of it if you search hard enough.
From the very beginning, you were well aware that a man like Bruce Wayne would come with some baggage. That’s alright, you were ready and willing to accept these things and move on.
After all, everyone has been dealt a different card in life.
You just didn’t expect that baggage to include a son like him.
You didn’t flinch when he sat you down and explained that he isn’t going to be around a lot.
You nodded along with every single word Bruce said, determined.
It’s obvious he tries to spend time with you, as much as he can. He meticulously plans dates down to the last, most minute little detail.
Despite the fact that you live at the manor, you don’t see him nearly as often as you’d like. He’s always working long hours and his nights are a whole other story.
But, he tries.
Every Friday, 9 on the dot. The same table in the same restaurant.
You always sit in the corner, right beside the window.
He takes the chair, you take the booth, there’s always one single red rose neatly tucked into the vase.
He likes to pick your dresses for you, too.
He takes your ever-changing mood into consideration, always laying out multiple options, always having the driver pick you up at a time that would leave time to spare if you changed your mind halfway through the journey.
It’s 8:30, you should’ve gotten a confirmation text from Bruce by now.
You haven’t.
You close your lipstick with a soft click and glance out the window, your lips immediately curling into a soft pout as you stare at the empty, winding driveway.
The car isn’t outside either.
You’re quiet, arms crossed over your chest as you pace around your and Bruce’s shared bedroom, your glittery heels gently clicking against the hardwood floor.
8:40 rolls around, still no car - still no word from Bruce.
Sighing, you decide to make your way down the stairs. It’s mostly been quiet so you figure no one’s home.
After this morning, you can only hope so.
Jason’s opinion of you is dire as it is, you’d rather avoid the rest of them before they find a reason to hate you too.
You linger in the winding hallway for a moment, staring up at the long stretches of ceiling, adorned with chandeliers, the family photos displayed across the walls momentarily catching your attention.
Walking through the living room, you don’t lift your gaze from the floor, your eyes following each line of the parquet flooring.
“Look what the bat dragged in.” Jason’s lazy drawl snaps you out of your thoughts, his mere presence enough to dampen your mood, as if tonight’s date being up in the air wasn’t bad enough.
“Christ, don’t scare me like that.” you clear your throat, your hands awkwardly moving to smooth over the fabric of your dress.
Jason rolls his eyes, his judgmental gaze scanning over every inch of you as you stand there awkwardly, clutching your pearls.
“Sit, those heels will make your legs hurt.” he offers after a few moments of uncomfortable silence, shifting slightly on the creaky leather.
Oh how gracious of him, you want to stand up and confront him about this whole vendetta against you, but you’ll save that for another night. Your mood is soured enough.
As if he cares about your legs.
You should be on your date now, sipping on some nice wine. Not here.
You’re hesitant, but you eventually make your way over, perching yourself on the far side of the couch.
“I’m not gonna bite you. You’re being dramatic.” Jason sighs, watching you in his peripheral.
It’s kinda funny to him how you’re trying to sit as far away from him as you can. Do you seriously think you can avoid him forever?
“I doubt that,” you mumble, staring down at the block with a silent prayer that Bruce will be here soon to put you out of your misery.
Jason just rolls his eyes, locking his blank gaze back on the TV - stretching his legs out a little.
He’s a chronic manspreader by nature but you’re nearly certain that he’s doing this with the sole intention of pissing you off.
“You shouldn’t rely on Bruce to be on time, yknow? He’s got a habit of disappointing those around him,” he remarks dryly, amused by your internal panic about your date not going to plan.
“He’ll be here,” you mumble, almost like you’re trying to convince yourself.
“Oh I’m sure, then he’ll buy you some Jimmy Choos for your troubles, eh?”
You frown at the way he’s mocking both you and your boyfriend. You never expect Jason to like you, but come on.
“What? It’s not like you’re with him for his charming personality, is it? You’re just here to try and drain his bank account like the rest of them.”
“It’s not like that.” your rebuttal is weak, your stomach sinking at how he’s able to see through your real motives like that, uneasiness starting to cloud your thoughts.
“Oh c’mon, don’t pout.”
His voice cuts you out for a moment, his legs spreading wider.
“Your pretty face is all you’ve got going for you, don’t mess it up like that.”
Your shoulders tense again, brows furrowed.
“Do you have some kind of problem with me?”
“I’d think of it as more of a distaste for money-hungry skanks.” Jason shrugs, knee deliberately bumping against yours to watch your brows furrow even harder.
You swallow, brows arched.
“Who do you think you’re talking to?”
Jason shrugs, leaning his face a little closer to yours with a condescending grin, his finger running over the charm of your necklace before giving it a tug, pulling your face closer.
“A money-hungry little skank.”
You’ve never been so disrespected in your whole life, you’re fucking pissed - you’d rip that smug grin right off of his big dumb face if you could.
A bastard like him would probably enjoy that, though.
But then comes the dread, creeping in like an unwelcome houseguest.
He’s figured you out, he knows you’re just in it to get your ass driven around in a fancy car with a cartier around your wrist.
“You know nothing about me.”
“No?” Jason arches a brow, resting his hand on your knee like it’s nothing.
“I know people like you thrive off of two things - money and attention.” his hand pushes up your leg a little higher, lightly running his knuckles over your skin.
It’s like he’s testing you again, you know better than to trust a word out of his mouth.
“Jason-“ You start to speak again, only for him to literally shush you like you’re some kind of idiot.
“You can roll your eyes at me all you like but you know I’m right,” he sighs, lifting your leg a little bit to inspect your over-priced strappy heels, shaking his head.
“See, you’re managing to pull money out of Bruce no problem, it’s almost impressive.”
It’s like the room has gotten smaller, and so has the space between the two of you. He’s yapping away like it’s nothing, pulling your legs to drape over his lap as the dread grows into a sinking feeling in your chest.
“But you’re trying to get attention out of a man like Bruce Wayne?” He’s almost cooing now, reaching out to turn your head towards him.
“You’re dumber than you look."
Your frown deepens, reaching a hand up to fiddle with your necklace.
“You don’t know what you’re saying, we’re going on a date.. tonight.” you feel the need to put emphasis on that last part, as if your rebuttal isn’t weak anyway.
“He got caught up at work.”
“Bet he did.” Jason nods, not seeming surprised in the slightest.
Caught up at work has to be the lamest excuse Jason’s ever heard. He figures Bruce hasn’t taken the time to tell you who he really is.
That amuses him, greatly - the thought of both you and Bruce lying through your teeth.
You glance out the window and then at the floor, shifting slightly on the couch.
“Right, great talk but I’m sure Bruce is gonna be here any moment.” you make a move to stand up, only to feel Jason’s hand grasp your leg, pushing his thumb into the back of your knee.
“He’ll be a while.” Jason insists, pulling you down against him.
“Besides, you’ve been avoiding me so much, I think we should catch up, no?” He arches a brow, running a hand up your thigh.
He scoffs a little when you visibly tense, tilting his head to the side.
“Oh come on, don’t act like you love him.” Jason murmurs, reaching a hand out to run his fingers along one of many sparkly bracelets adorning your wrists - a pretty penny went towards all those, no doubt.
“Jason-"
“I know your type,” he cuts you off again, his fingers gently running over where your dress meets your skin.
“..and I know you think that just cause you’re Bruce’s flavour of the month that you mean something around here,”
He’s silent for a moment before his hand slides up your inner thigh, delivering a firm smack that has you writhing against him.
“You don’t.” He murmurs, chin now resting on your shoulders - an arm around your waist keeps you there.
“I mean come on, you waste your time on him - it’s embarrassing.” Jason sighs, now gently running his palm over where he just smacked, shaking his head.
“It’s not your problem.” you swallow, brows furrowing as you keep your eyes locked on the ground.
Jason arches a brow, his hand moving to tilt your head to the side so you look at him.
He doesn’t say anything for a beat, rubbing his thumb across your lips while his other hand slides up your dress once more.
He pauses again, his hand lingering at the edge of your underwear.
“If you really do love him, I’ll stop.”
Your silence tells him everything he needs to know.
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The guilt that’s been gnawing at you for so long seems to fade with every rough pant against your collarbone - all thoughts of the date you’re supposed to be on pushed to the side, much like your panties.
“That’s why you’ve been pissing me off, huh? You like the attention he won’t give you?” Jason huffs under his breath, blunt nails biting into the skin of your hips.
The way your back arches only makes him go harder, slamming you down on his cock like you’re nothing to him but some kind of rag doll.
“You think just cause he won’t fuck you back into your place means I won’t?”
“..hate you,” you manage to grit out, only to be met with a sharp smack to the side of your ass.
“Of course you do.” Jason rolls his eyes, the grin across his face mocking as he yanks your face closer to his - gripping your neck harder than he probably should,
“but you’re still letting me fuck you like a slut, huh?”
“M’not a slut,” you sniffle under your breath, hands shaking as you grip his shoulders.
“No?” he breathes out, dragging his thumb over your bottom lip with that condescending tone that makes your skin crawl and your cunt throb.
“You’re not a slut?” he slams his hips up into you so hard it knocks the air out of your lungs, like he’s trying to fuck that stupid little idea out of your head.
"Not - a - slut, huh?" he’s punctuating each word with a slam of his hips, your thighs trembling.
He keeps going fucking into you again.. and again and again - no signs of stopping, why would he?
He’s managed to fuck the attitude out of you already, but your ego? The fact you’re still the stuck up little slut he hates?
That’s more of a challenge.
“You’re gonna look me in the eyes and tell me you’re not easy, huh?” his hips are snapping up into yours now, slamming his cock inside you like it's punishing you - it is.
He just lives for that look you’re fixing him - the lipstick smeared across your face, mascara running down your cheeks and you’re still insisting that you’re more than just a slut for him to use?
He’s not having that.
Another hard thrust, his hand wraps around your throat.
Then he stops.
“Huh?” you pant, hips desperately stuttering against Jason’s as you stare at him.
“W-what the fuck?”
“What?” Jason shrugs, the loss of contact making you wince when he lets your hips go, resting his arms on the back of the couch.
“You won’t admit you’re a slut, why should I fuck you like one?”
He wishes he had a camera on him right now.
Fuck, that look on your face.
Somewhere between angry, desperate - betrayed? Offended that he’s not fucking you like a whore?
It's priceless.
He smirks, you clench around him - chest heaving as your mascara pools under your eyes.
“Go fuck yourself.” Jason shrugs, tilting his head back against the couch.
“..what?” you manage to mumble between desperate mewls, trying to get him to slam his cock up into you.
He huffs, gripping your neck a little tighter to pull your face down to his - the smugness on his face unwavering.
He makes sure to speak slowly, slow enough that even your fucked out brain can understand.
“Go - fuck - your - self.”
Somehow your expression manages to get even more desperate than it was before.
You’re panting, shaking - desperately clawing at his shoulders as you try to find a rhythm yourself.
Only to be mocked with a little hum every time your hips stutter.
“What? Can’t even fuck yourself on my cock?” he hums, making no move to help you whatsoever.
“Too dumb to ride me or what, slut?”
He grows bored of your fumbling, eventually.
Are you really worth getting blue balls over?
He doesn’t seem to think so, eventually giving up with a scoff, hands finding your hips again to slam you down like you’ve been begging - letting out a snicker at every dumb little sound you make.
You’re a mess in every way possible, your makeup running down your face, his cum dribbling down your thighs as you lift your head - eyes widening when you see car headlights outside the window.
Bruce remembered your date after all, then?
“Jason-“ you panic, your cunt throbbing around him despite the shame coming back, the impending doom.
He scoffs a little, now is when you decide to use your brain, seriously?
Jason lets out a noncommittal hum, sliding himself out of your cum-soaked panties with a shrug as you tremble against him.
“Awh, your date decided to show up.” He murmurs, lazily raising a hand to thumb away that smeared lipstick.
“..slut.”
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a/n: DO NOT ask what came over me cause idk.
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porcalinecunt · 11 months ago
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𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐅 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑!
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🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩 jason meets a single father, desperate for a chance at love again. little did you know, you’re right up his alley! ~
⋆˚࿔ FEATURING . . 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ JASON TODD X MALE! READER
° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . cw — ftm!reader, dilf!reader, red hood! jason in mind, age gap [reader is in his 30s while jason is 23] mentions of divorce, sexting, doggy style, implied size differences, breeding, jason wants to knock you up so bad omfg
[・:。author’s note ! 「 ✉️ 」・𓂃 ࣪˖ this was lowkey a little self indulgent but can you blame me? no. now shush and enjoy <3
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ᥫ᭡. — jason todd never really cared about his dating life, and really why should he? getting blown up, resurrected and busting some heads open keeps a man busy! if he’s not dealing with black mask’s goons or the bat himself, you can find him in the nearest diner enjoying his own company. that is of course..until he laid eyes on you.
ᥫ᭡. — alone and pretty, you sat at the bar stood a couple feet away from him. staring down at the empty pit of your dark coffee, you’re heart heavy and tears threatening to spill out. jason, while having a hard outer, still had a little heart to scotch over and struck up small talk with you. after all, he did say it himself that he is a good listener! after some innocent chatter, you finally allowed the friendly face to fall and began to vent to the stranger. you’re recent yet messy divorce from your ex-husband, the juvenile drama he brought, the exhausting routine of juggling work with your daughter—wait. you had a daughter?! jason eyes widened, finally allowing himself the realization. you were one hell of a dilf! <3
ᥫ᭡. — despite being nearly a decade apart in age, you looked so damn good. tired eyes peering upwards at him with that adorable, gentle smile. fuck, you were so small compared to him. he could’ve easily picked you up and threw you over his huge shoulders and just take you away, back to his place. his bed. he couldn’t stop the lewd images from flooding his head, you taking his girth in that pretty mouth or face down while he dicked you down doggy style. you’d make the prettiest noises while he breeds your pretty pussy full, only to flip you onto your back and ass fuck you until you ruin the sheets.
ᥫ᭡. — fuck it. he thought to himself as you walked out of the diner happier then before, and with his number too! the next few weeks, every text the vigilante sent you made you feel more in love then your last marriage could’ve gave you. of course, the conversation didn’t stay innocent for long. soon, jason began to open his texts to pictures of you in the sexiest lingerie, you’re legs spread open to show off your needy cunt. strip tease pictures at your workplace’s restrooms in your uniform, and the audios…you’d send him a particularly lewd audio of you fucking yourself with one of your many sex toys you’ve stashed away, moaning jason’s name and begging him to come over and satiate your neglected desires. safe to say, he drove like a madman to your house the next night your daughter is with a sitter.
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“o-oh jason! don’t stop please..!”
just like the way he wanted, you face down and ass high up for him to fuck your cunt stupid while you moaned like a bitch in heat. your cute cheeks were littered with his giant handprints from his harsh spankings. you were fuckin’ perfect.
“mm keep talking baby, takin’ me so well like a good little boy yeah?”
jason knew the comedic irony of calling you, an older man, a little boy. yet the name made you clench around his girth with a sigh of pleasure leaking through your drooling lips. you loved that name, a lot. something that snapped the rope of control in two, unleashing an insatiable nature that only existed in his disgusting fantasies.
jason pulled out, grabbing you by your upper body before practically manhandling you onto your back. before you could even make a noise, the young man pressed his whole weight against yours and sunk his cock into you until he was already balls deep. taking it from behind was a challenge in itself, yet he outdid himself once again as a strained moan tore itself out of your throat.
“shhh..” jason’s shushes tickled your ear, drowning out your shakey whines. “relax baby, can’t fuck a baby in you if your squirmin’ like that.”
oh..oh shit. it was enough to have you clench around his girth as he snapped his hips against yours with an unforgiving pace. a pace that spoke more then whatever came out of his mouth. nothing but promises of another baby, a sibling for your little girl from a man you met in a diner not long ago.
“just like that! like that ja..son! oh god!”
nails raked against the bare skin of his back as your felt that familiar yet distant feeling of your orgasm inching closer and closer, eyes rolled to your brain as jason kept spewing out profanities and coos of faux sympathy.
“shiiit, can’t believe you’re husband left you baby. i would’ve knocked you up every chance i got, treat you like a damn prince..”
he was right, you’re husband never gave you sex this good nor did he spoke such words that went straight into your cunt. every praise, every groan and grunt jason let out pushed you closer and closer..until you finally snapped.
“j-ja-SON! MMM FUCK!”
you gushed all over the vigilante’s cock as he painted your pussy white, breeding you until you couldn’t hold another drop in. the pleasure could’ve damn well nearly killed you as you laid there near unconscious and panting like a dog. jason, however, was only getting started.
“don’t think i’m done with you yet boy..it ain’t over till you’re kid has a sibling.”
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kazzattack · 1 year ago
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↳ 18+ content, light dom/sub dynamic & daddy kink ༉‧₊˚✧
“shhh, baby. been so good for me- fuck,” jason todd groans from beneath you, effortlessly fucking you onto his cock with a firm grip on your hips. “jus’ keep taking’ it, pretty.”
so, you do. not like you have much of a choice anyway. he’d finally fit all the way inside, watching as your pussy swallows his length before he damn near pulls you off of him, letting your fluids leak around the tip and then pounding you back down with an almost needy moan deep from his throat. he’d started slow, like he promised; letting you go at your own pace and gently pinching the fat of your hips while he rocks you back and forth. after you clench around his cock, though, moaning blissfully into his ear and leaving a sticky mess along his pelvis? jason needed more, needed you practically choking his dick and whimpering against his skin while he pounds into you from the mattress.
you whine as you buckle into the crook of his neck, letting him control your hips and thrust up into you. one hand curls into his hair and the other tightens around a pillow, trying to ground yourself as best as you can. you’d thought you could take it, confidently fought for your case. like the gentleman he was, he took his time, spent what felt like a lifetime holding you on his thigh. thick fingers curled knuckles deep in your cunt, moving your hips in tandem with his fingers. you thought he hit that spot before, but right now he’s hitting spots you weren’t even aware of.
jason todd so easily puts you on cloud nine, so easily fucks your brains out that half the time you barely even know what he’s saying. hell, he’s put you out of commission for the next day or so and he hasn’t even came yet. later than you should have you realize he could do this for hours, and he will.
“you hear me, doll?”
nope.
“mhm, mhm- oh fuck, jay…”
if you weren’t lying, or getting fucked into next week, you’d defend yourself. as of right now, you don’t even bother trying to keep up your lie. how could you get caught up in something so trivial when the love of your life is balls deep, rearranging your insides and marking you up like the prized possession you are?
“don’t lie to me, sweet girl,” he warns, “tell me what you’re thinkin’ about.” lord, he’s seemingly tasked you with the impossible. he tries to help out a little, and a large hand wraps around your throat and guides your head in front of his face. he’s giving you a look, like he wants you to talk, tell him how you’re feeling, how good he’s fucking you. you want to, really, but it’s too much right now.
my poor girl, he coos, you can do it, c’mon. tell daddy how good this dick feels. he sees your eyes return to their hazy state and your half-assed attempt to answer him has clearly been forgotten. you’re whimpering and crying into his ear and he picks up the pace out of pure instinct. he’s close, so fucking close, so he holds your hips and stops. he fucking stops.
“…jay,” you mutter with an almost timid tone, like you weren’t moaning like a bitch in heat, surely loud enough for people to hear you from blocks away. almost makes him wanna say don’t piss me off. he’s nice to his girl, though. he gets it. “jason- don’t make me, please?” he thinks it’s so cute, how you think you can talk him into blowing his load. especially because it almost works.
“‘m not gonna make you,” jason groans, “you’re a good girl, right? my good girl. so i’m not gonna make you do shit.” he leaves it at that and you know what he wants, weakly grinding your hips onto his dick at a much slower pace than before. oh, he’s getting all your words now. your little pouts about how it’s not enough and the debauched moan that slips out when he bucks his hips. he’s in heaven right now because he gets all of it.
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ivysangel · 1 year ago
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fratboy!dick being your first fuck, he brags about to his buddies about it and sends a photo of you asleep beside him sporting a shit-eating grin, captioning it "winning" only to drop you hours later for a new girl the morning after.
fratboy!jason is your first suck/bj in a restroom after he asks you out on a milkshake date. to spite dick, he sends an update to the groupchat with a pic from his pov where you're on your knees, busy and oblivious to the camera aimed at you, and captions it with "milkshake no.2 tastes real good"
i'm tweaking over the fact that i missed this because this is literally just too good. i've literally BEEN obsessed with virgin chasing fratboy!dick like if you looked through me and kazz's you would see many a convo about that topic.
he's literally so manipulative; he purposely befriends you just to get in your pants, feigns interest in your hobbies just to gain your trust so he can fuck you then dump you. and he preys on your naivety, knows that you're apprehensive about losing your virginity to a fratboy especially dick because he's got such a messy track record, so he makes sure to reassure you constantly, telling you that you're "different" and that he's "never felt this way before." and every time you second guess the motive behind his actions he does something to make you feel like you're the only girl in the world, stealing your heart until you finally give in and let him fuck you, stealing your virginity.
the worst part is how loving he is during the whole process. he goes so slow, asking how you're feeling with every stroke, wipes away any tears that might escape from your eyes while you're getting used to the feeling. he keeps up the charade that he's in love with you the entire time that he's inside of you, and then he just leaves and pretends that he never even knew you and the only proof that he did is the pic he took of you while you were sleeping and the $50 he venmo'd you for plan b the next morning.
nonnie, i think we're so on the same wavelength because i have BEEN obsessed with the concept of fratboy!jason being a bj lover for ages. like i even briefly mentioned it in my fratboy headcanons post, and what i put wasn't even my original idea. i was originally gonna say that he held the record for most blowjobs received in closets and bathrooms in the entire frat's history. but anyway, back to what you said.
"milkshake no.2 tastes real good" is some crazy work, and i'm actually kind of upset that i didn't come up with it but whatever. fratboy!dick and fratboy!jason hooking up with the same girl just to get back at each other despite neither of them actually having feelings for her is actually so disgustingly real. and a bitch is gonna keep coming back because the dick is great!!! fantastic!!! phenomenal even!!!
the thing with jason is that despite being in a frat, he refuses to publicly associate with them and therefore has half the school thinking he's some sexy loner with no friends when he is, in fact, a legacy pledge and incredibly well respected amongst the brothers. so he's posted up in the university library, chatting you the fuck up with his knowledgable takes and dry-ass humor. convincing you to go on a date with him isn't hard at all, and somehow, despite you being freshly devirginized with approximately one body, neither is getting you to suck his dick in the dingy bathroom of the diner he took you to.
you're on the floor, dirty, offputtingly sticky tile pressing into your knees while you suck him off, really putting your neck into it because he's hot and you want him to come back for a round two in the near (hell, even distant) future. he snaps a pic of mostly the top of your head, features barely identifiable to absolutely anybody but dick who A) either calls him immediately (jason declines) or B) blocks him because even though he didn't actually like you this still somehow breaks bro code (dick is weirdly possessive over his virgin conquests).
jason never tells dick that it was one of the worst blowjobs he's received in his life and that you used way too much teeth because the ego boost from pissing dick off is way too good.
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gay-dorito-dust · 1 year ago
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hi hiii its my first time ever asking anyone idk how this works ( ;`Д´)
i rlly love your writing, i often find myself staying up late reading through your blogs!! funny bcs u were the one who got me into jason todd (ФωФ)
anyways!!! i was hoping you could pls pls pls pls plssssss write smth about Jason Todd who has a lover thats a sleep-deprived uni student having a hell week and jason is like "bitch put google docs down and get some sleep, ur ass has been awake for 48 hours" all worried and wanting them to rest and reader is like "correction, 50 hours."
i hope it makes sense (´ 3`)
tyyyyy!!! woopee woopee
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Sorry this took so long to get to anon, I hope you liked it either way. And don’t stay up too late reading fics but I truly appreciate you reading my stuff, I’m glad you like them 🦦🐿️
A week.
An entire week Jason had noticed you have been forcing yourself to stay up at the dead of night, glued to your laptop all the while chugging energy drinks and cups of coffee as though they were going out of style, and for what? An assignment that determined your future at uni should you not get straight marks.
Jason thought it ridiculous that you made yourself sleep deprived over this but he knew that if he didn’t do anything about it, then you’ll continue this habit until you were well out of university, struggling to come to terms that you had well and truly burnt yourself out before you could properly start living.
So when Jason couldn’t fell you next to him in bed one night, like you promised him you would, and groaned as he got himself out of bed before making his way towards the kitchen where he’d knew you’d be.
‘What time do you call this?’ Jason asked when he saw you in your usual spot at the kitchen counter, hunched over your laptop with a thin blanket frapped over your shoulders and a can of energy drink on one side of the laptop and a cup of coffee on the other side. He hated what this stupid university has made you do just in order to get good grades, it was harmful, damaging and it would inevitably lead to health complications later on in life; If he could Jason would more then gladly march down there and threaten the professors to stop shoving a boatload of work onto their students, but firstly he has to get you away from that damn laptop and learn how to take a fucking break.
‘Mid-afternoon?’ You asked, not looking up from the bright screen of your laptop, where the words scrawled across it in an incoherent mess for your overworked brain to comprehend.
‘It’s actually 3:30 in the morning.’ Jason replied unamused as he crossed his arms over his chest and you winced when you saw that he was indeed right about it being three thirty in the morning. ‘Don’t you think it’s time that you shut the laptop off and get some sleep?’
‘But I-‘
‘Actually sleep.’ Jason cuts you off as you slumped back into your chair, unable to come up with a decent enough response to defend yourself with because deep down you knew Jason was right, you’ve hadn’t had a decent sleep in a long while and it was definitely taking it’s toll with how lightheaded you’ve become as of late.
You sighed and ran your hands down your face. ‘Jason I can’t, I’ve got-‘
‘An assignment to complete for tomorrow I know.’ Jason cuts you off again as he crossed the room to put his hand over the top of your coffee cup upon noticing that you were intending to take another drink from it. ‘But I look at you and can tell you can barely keep your eyes open for more than five minutes.’ He adds and upon your silence, he puts the cup aside as far as he could before doing the same with the half empty energy drink, and then finally shutting the laptop close despite your weak protests for him not to.
‘No, Jason my assignment, I need to finish it.’ You told him with slow, sluggish movements as you tried to pry his hand off of your laptop, all the while biting back a yawn. ‘Just give me five more minutes please and I’ll come to bed, promise.’
Jason had enough of this habit of sleepless nights, it ends now, the professors will have to understand and extend the due date for your sake as he remembered how often you had harped on about how important this assignment was for your overall grade; However Jason didn’t take neglecting your bodily needs lightly and would prioritise that over anything else,you could hate him all you wanted but he was only looking out for you and your wellbeing.
‘Sorry chipmunk but I can’t watch you do this to yourself for any longer than I already have.’ Was all Jason said as he then lifted you out of your chair suddenly causing you to yelp in surprise and cling onto him for dear life, now being more awake then you ever have been five minutes ago, as he then proceeded to carry you back towards the bedroom before unceremoniously dropping you onto the bed.
‘Jason, I seriously needed to get that assignment-‘
‘We are going to sleep, end of discussion.’ Jason said with finality as he crawled under the covers and quickly held you against his chest as tightly as he could, rubbing his hands up and down your back soothingly. ‘I know how important this assignment was for you sweetheart but I’d much rather have you well rested, clear minded and healthy than to ever to have you pass out in my arms from exhaustion. I want my baby happy and healthy and you are neither of those things right now.’ Jason whispers into your ear, kissing the side of your head a couple of times before resting his forehead against yours so that he was looking into your weary half lidded eyes.
‘Look at you, you can barely keep your eyes open.’ He spoke with worry laced in his words.
‘You’re really warm and comfy jay birdie.’ You murmured, feeling the need for sleep grow ever stronger the longer you stayed in his arms as it fogged your mind.
‘I know, so please we can talk to the professor in the morning and sort something out, but until then no more late nights understand?’ Jason said firmly as he held you a little tighter, he just wanted you to get a decent nights sleep and be looked after properly but all these late nights weren’t cutting it and were making your situation worse, how were you meant to get anything done when you were half out of it due to overworking and lack of a sleep schedule? Were the professors at your university thinking they were teaching robots instead of humans with breaking limits?
‘Okay I understand, I love you.’ You replied sleepily as you burrowed your head into his neck, falling asleep in record time as Jason stayed awake a little longer as to make sure you were properly asleep before following suit, watching over you in the dream realm as he did the waking one.
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halitis · 7 months ago
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do i have anything anything against jason as a character? no. i actually like him quite a bit! i think hes really interesting!
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BUT DO I THINK SOME JASON FANS ARE FUCKING DUMB AS FUCK?!?? YES BITCH WHAT THE FUCK?
im gonna go through all the shit wrong with this comment thread one by one because jesus fucking CHRIST!!!!
1. "that thing" first of all. What. she is literally just a evil-aligned poc woman. she has been raised in this environment and as a result of that this is really the only life available for her and thats the tragedy of her character!
2. "why did she get with roy" THEY ARE FUCKING SOULMATES. THEIR ENTIRE THING IS THE INHERENT LOVE THEY SHARE FOR EACH OTHER WHILE ALSO VALUING THEIR MORALS ABOVE EACH OTHER. IT IS THE COMPLEXITY OF RAISING A CHILD TOGETHER AND ALSO TRYING TO FIND MIDDLE GROUND. IT IS BEGGINT THE OTHER TO CHANGE AND KNOWING THEY WONT.
3. "MY BABY JASON" YOU CANNOT SAY THAT AFTER YOU JUST INSULTED JADE.... LITTERALLY CANNOT. the biggest fucking hypocrytical statement i have ever fucking heard!!! bro!!! jason is Nawt a good person! he just flat out isnt! he has done so much horrid shit, not just to his familt, but to roy's family too. like he is not ur sweet innocent traumatised boy, he is a fucked up grown ass man who was hurt and decided to take that pain out on others. he is no fucking different from jade except he thinks hes doing rhe right thing, at least jade knows she isnt
4. "lian baby mama is jason now" ive talked abt this before, but sexism in fandom spaces when it comes to mlm ships is so fucking common it is fucking absurd. why are women only used as babymakers for ur gay characters?? why can they not be complex characters while men can???? it is fucking absurd how common it is in dc fandom and i frankly dont know why im shocked by it! women are regressed to one of three roles: evil villain who abused male love interest, baby maker, BAMF with no complexity or character at all and it is honestly so fucking tiring and just, boring to read??? like how do you not just hate it??????
5. "unemployed" honestly. i have no words. all im saying is it is No Fucking Shock that the woc is being pushed into these awful stereotypes.
now we are up to the worst part. the final comment...
6. "how are you gonna sleep with my man" ROY LEFT JADE. NOT THE OTHER WAY ROUND. roy was on an undercover mission and fell in love with jade and got her pregnant! he left because he would not be able to arrest her!!! all she fucking knew was one of the first people she truly ever loved had fucking gotten her to trust him and then left her, she had to deal with that pregnancy BY HERSELF. SHE LITTERALLY SAYS SHE SPENT THE ENTIRE PREGNANCY WAITING FOR ROY TO COME BACK TO HER, AND SHE WASNT EVEN MAD SHE STILL LOVED HIM.... she didn't even realise his identity for years!
also why is it always the woman's fucking fault if she gets pregnant? it takes two to tango! roy is as equally responsible for that pregnancy as jade is!
7. "AND THEN LEAVE YOUR KID" OH MY GOD.... [EXPLODES YOU WITH MY MIND] JADE. CANNOT. LEAVE. THE LEAGUE. BUT SHE DOES NOT WANT TO RAISE A FUCKINF CHILD THERE BECAUSE SHE KNOWS WHAT ITS LIKE!! SHES BEEN THAT KID!! jade knows fucking better then to delude herself into thinking she can raise lian safely while still stuck in her life, but lian is her number one priority always!! forever!! she pushes roy and lian away because she knows she is dangerous for them and because she thinks she doesnt deserve to have them and that love in her life!!!
8. "lian should be embarrassed to have her as her mum" i actually fucking wish nothing but hell upon you. have you not fucking read. just a single thing in ur life actually? just like actually can you read??? because i have met TODDLERS with better media literacy than you. LIAN HAS ISSUES WITH HER MOTHER. THIS WAS A BIG PART OF HER STINT AS SHOES. SHE IS DEALING WITH THE COMPLEXITIES OF LOVING HER MOTHER, THE WOMAN WHO LOVES HER AND CARES FOR HER, WHILE ALSO ACKNOWLEDGING THE FACT THAT SHE ISNT A GREAT MUM.
im sorry this is so messy and has so much shouting it actually has me fuming when people r so fucking stupid, idc if you dont like a character but dont just ignore all the bits of a characyer that make them redeemable or interesting to prop up ur male blorbos????
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valentinelocks · 4 months ago
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Peter has no idea Steph and Tim aren’t exclusive
So when he walks past Tim in an alcove at Gotham U cozied up awfully close with someone else he doesn’t initially say anything (but by god he’s judging) and when he makes eye contact with him a few days later sucking face with a different girl at the library cafe, Peter makes his disapproval KNOWN.
Missions at Mt Justice don’t change and he doesn’t ask to switch teams or anything drastic - but there’s next to no banter between them anymore. No silly games or witty jokes - Peter just clocks in and clocks the fuck out now. And no can even say anything because - he responds! And he still works just fine when they’re paired up. He also listens / replies when spoken to - he just isn’t friendly anymore.
In fact - he totally shuts down any conversation Tim joins and gets the coldest look on his face which is BAFFLES EVERYONE???
Because holy shit Peter doesn’t like you?? Do you kick puppies for a living - what the hell???
They’ve never really seen Peter mad before. Annoyed - sure. But this ice out is a new one and honestly kind of scary.
And Tim is ???? So confused. Because he has no idea what Peter’s upset about since he hadn’t actually noticed him that day.
Now - Jason obviously finds this hilarious because hell yeah fuck that guy (he knows they’re open he’s just saying choosing to say NOTHING).
Dick doesn’t know what to make of it because he’s pretty sure they were open? But now he’s doubting it because weren’t they just celebrating their anniversary?? (Zatanna mentioned it in passing but his ass was naaawt listening 😭).
No one’s told Damian why Peter doesn’t like Tim right now but he doesn’t care and finds the sudden switch gratifying (he never liked the guy anyway).
Artemis was concerned about the team’s harmony at first but has since decided to stay out of it since it hasn’t affected their work.
But Wally’s been avoiding him too?? Because someone told him a mutated version of the rumour and he now believes Tim tried to bribe Peter to hide his cheating.
[Wally: it’s all alleged but man, who knew he could be such a douchebag?
Roy: (scoffing) it’s a bitch move, that’s for sure.
Jason, who is now hearing a frankensteined version of his own rumour repeated back to him: oh yeah…it’s just - crazy. Really. But you know I heard….]
Everything comes to a head when the rumour gets back to Steph after she comes back from a covert mission so this is literally the intervention that follows:
Artemis: (holding the bridge of her nose) So. We’re gathered here today because I feel there’s been a bit of a misunderstanding.
Tim: there’s no misunderstanding. Spidershit over here’s been spreading FALSE rumours about me-
Peter: I SAW YOU WITH MY OWN EYES YOU PATHOLOGICAL LYING PEICE OF-
TIM: YOU’RE THE MANIPULATIVE LOS-
Steph: shut up! Both of you!
(Silence. Jason coughs)
Artemis: Now does anyone have anything to say before we start? (Sighing) Yes, Pete?
Peter: I get why Steph, Tim and Wally are here. But why’d you call Jason too?
Jason: (Standing up, dusting his pants) he’s right, there’s been a mix up.
Artemis: Sit down Jason - (gestures haphazardly at Wally) just - tell them what you told me. About Tim.
Wally: I…just said that I personally don’t feel comfortable being on the same team as someone who pretended to be an angel of music to manipulate a young girl into loving him with the ultimate intention of keeping her with him forever through fear and…coercion?
Steph: …
Tim: …
Peter: ….dude - what
Artemis: (audibly taking a deep breath) so I don’t know why he just recited the plot of Phantom of the Opera verbatim - but if you think for a second that I’m going to let you walk out in that zeta tube Jason Todd without an explan- SIT DOWN.
Jason: (slumping back in chair, groaning) For the record - I DONT EVEN GO HERE
(The issue was resolved pretty quickly after that)
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Jason using his theater knowledge for chaos🤩 another silly behind the scene moment from my fic 🫶
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musicfeedsmysoul12 · 3 months ago
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Fic title: Elegance, Splendor and Grace
Okay so you know the whole joke of Brad Wayne, the frat boy son of Bruce?
Make it Tiffany Wayne.
Tiffany in this AU is a normal college girl who loves make-up, shoes, fashion and dreams of being a designer. She actually does make her own clothing.
She is Bruce’s daughter after her mother decided to baby trap the man. However Bruce took in Dick when Tiffany’s mom got pregnant. Tiffany’s mom decided to lie in wait until she could use Tiffany as a bargaining chip.
Tiffany here doesn’t like her mom for multiple reasons and one was the systematic put downs regarding the girl’s interests (Mother dear wanted a child to be CEO and shit).
Now I’m thinking Dick was 9 when Tiffany was born, and he’s 29 now. Tiffany is in college in Gotham with plans to switch to a fashion school once she can land a scholarship or earn money. (Her mother refused to pay unless she took business and loans suck. Even in Gotham where Wayne Enterprises pays a lot of scholarships)
This is when Damian comes in. And Tiffany’s mom instantly comes forward. Tiffany thinks her mom is bullshitting. She’s rolling her eyes and sighing.
“I am so sorry,” Tiffany tells Bruce Wayne privately. “She’s obsessed with me somehow being a CEO or whatever and like is so controlling. Hates my passions and like it’s so annoying.”
(Unknown to her Bruce would have given her money to run off to some fashion school even if the DNA test came back negative after that.)
Surprise! Tiffany is a Wayne. Bruce offers to pay for what SHE wants and a place in the manor. She takes it to get the fuck away from her mom who flips her kid but Tiffany says ‘yeah fuck you’.
There is the drama of ‘oh come on she just wanted what was best for you’ from the public. Tiffany ignores it and happily takes Bruce’s money to begin making her fashion portfolio.
I think as well that this drastically changes the Batfam dynamics. Because Tiffany is not and will never be a bat.
I have an image of her halfway through her skin routine, looking for Tim (who stole her toner for little brother pest reasons) stumbling into the Batcace and going ‘so much makes sense’ and then asking if she wants to join.
“Ew,” Tiffany made a face. “No thanks.”
And Tiffany might have a more level head then her mom but she is 100% the ‘yoga and smoothie’ girl who loves her Prada and shoes. She is slurping on her greens and doing her nails while in the Batcave cause she won’t admit she’s lonely when they’re down there.
She makes Damian do face masks and ‘do yoga to sort out your chakra’ (Part of this is actually to fuck with him a little but also cause she does know he has issues even before the whole ‘assassin cult’ shit.) while dragging Tim into relaxation time or telling Dick to get his eldest daughter syndrome in check when he oversteps boundaries.
She ropes Cass into girls nights and is just a nice person.
When Bruce vanishes she reluctantly steps in to be the face of Wayne Enterprises while begging Tim for help cause she can get half the shit they’re saying babe.
I do think her advocation for mental health (even in her weird yoga, granola way) helps with Damian’s… Damianess while Bruce is missing. She sure as hell would not approve of him going out. 1) “Oh my god Richard, you dick, didn’t you bitch about you losing Robin? Bruce told me. Why ar you doing it to your brother hmm?” 2) “You know the kid was in a murder cult? How about we work on that before letting him stab people again.” And 3) “That is a whole ass 10 year old. I am putting my damn foot down.”
But anyway! There is an honest talk cause ‘talking stick time’ and Tim explains why he thinks Bruce is alive (Dick: Tim- Tiffany: Jason came back to life babes. Dick: But- Tiffany: Richard you dick-) and while they don’t believe him they agree him going to look doesn’t do harm. The whole Robin thing is shelved because Damian does need more therapy first.
(Alfred gets a chewing out because “I heard you’re a good man and maybe you are but I also heard fucked up shit. How about you try and not override our choices and give Damian that suit.” Look we love Alfred but he wasn’t the greatest in canon. And I think the suit thing he did was messed up. And Tiffany makes sure he knows it.)
Anyways-
Summary: Bruce Wayne has another bio kid. And this one won’t be a hero anytime soon thank you. She has fashion to consider.
Pairings: BatCst, Timber, Dick/Barbara (don’t know the ship name), Jason/Roy. Tiffany gets a boyfriend but I’m not sure if OC or I should go through the characters to pick one. Cass/Harper to.
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27spoons · 6 months ago
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travis was a misogynist not a “bitch” and excusing misogyny with “he was 16” is not the move. do 4chan boys get a free pass because theyre still in high school? why cant any of you just admit what he did was wrong and say he grew instead of excusing it with his age 😐
i never said what he did wasn't wrong lmao. I'm a travnat supporter and a travis disliker (idc if they contradict each other)
I HATED his ass in s1. HATED. hell, I hated him for most of s2 as well. it wasn't until my third (I think.) rewatch that I started liking him. once I was able to actually watch the show and think about the characters and their actions... yeah. the way he acted started making sense to me a little.
also... time period. just in general. things were a lot different almost thirty (30) years ago than they are today. the way travis acted is honestly probably pretty accurate for an angsty, hormonal teenage dude for the area.
you guys can argue w me about this but I know for a fact if travis was a chick people would be all "ooooooh toxic yuri uwu" (and I only say that because I would also be saying some shit about toxic yuri. i love toxic yuri.)
low-grade analysis under cut
Travis has done a lot of things I don't like. Let's talk about it.
s1e2 - Nat is trying to talk to Travis about helping Javi. Travis gets all pissy and tells Nat to mind her own business, and then proceeds to leave (and not go help Javi)
s1e3 - Travis forces Javi to spit the gum out by getting him in a headlock. Yes, what he's doing has good intentions behind it. But the way he went about it? Especially considering how young Javi is and all the shit they just went through?
s1e4 - ohhhh boy. This is an episode for travis haters. First and foremost, finding the gun and just taking aim at squirrels (I think idr) for fun, scaring the shit outta everyone.
s1e4 - after nat fucks up her first shot with the gun, he starts saying some shit about "folding laundry and sucking dick", which is super out of pocket considering all Nat has been thus far is supportive of him.
s1e4 - travis points the gun at nat after she calls him flex. which, honestly, was probably just her being a brat in turn for his "folding laundry and sucking dick" comment. either way, SUPER out of pocket.
s1e6 - when they get back to the cabin (holding hands) jackie starts talking shit. travis sits like a submissive puppy in the corner and lets nat talk, when realistically, he's half the problem as well, but he lets her take the attack from jackie. he could have, and should have, stepped up. she isn't the only one responsible for hunting.
s1e6 - the scene where they almost have sex. you know the one. the condom falls out of his pants. the "how many guys have you been with" / "I just wanna know if ("I'm a slut" -nat)". that entire scene pissed me off to no extent. yes, he's been a misogynistic cunt.
same scene - the jason russo comment. "he's a dude", implying that its different for guys, when realistically, it has the same repercussions as it does for chicks. (insert nats speech about vaginas having monologues)
s1e7 - the almost sex scene in the cabin. yeah, he's nervous (and embarrassed), but literally running away????? bruh. not to mention how that whole scenario made nat feel. because, if I was nat? i'd feel like shit. just... terrible. then he spends the next little while just straight up avoiding her????? like????? dude
s1e8 - bobby farleigh. FUCK that scene annoys me. I'm pretty sure I made a post when I was rewatching it last time about how much it pissed me off that travis was acting like that when NAT DIDNT KNOW HIM WHEN SHE SLEPT WITH BOBBY FARLEIGH. SHE DIDNT KNOW HIM. and nat even admits she made a mistake by sleeping with bobby. ("are you seriously gonna ruin this over something so fucking stupid") mind you, what nat said afterwards ("this would have been harder if we actually fucked") wasn't cool either. but she was hurt, and you cant really blame her for her reaction.
s1e9 - him sleeping with jackie. which, you could argue that he was high asf on shrooms, but whatever.
s1e10 - him reacting the way he does when nat just wants to check on him after the events of the previous night. telling her that he got laid (spitefully), snapping when she tries to help him... yeah. he was being a petty ass bitch.
s2e2 - listen. this one isn't on him. i know he was having a whole crisis of faith, but hallucinating lottie while having sex with nat is WILD and makes me so uncomfortable every time I see it (which is why I cant blame sophie thatcher for saying "I've never watched the sex scene" because I cant blame you girl that shit gives me second-hand embarrassment)
Now, let's talk about travnat specifically.
s1e4 - Travis is trying to cut off his dads ring for Javi. he cant do it. nat does it for him. this is the first time they actually have a positive interaction (IMO). nat didn't have to do that. but she did.
s1e4 - the scene in the plane when they share a smoke and talk about their dads. its a trauma-bonding moment. i enjoy that. sue me. they're both able to connect on a level like that because they share similar experiences. both witnessed what happened to their dad. both had a rough relationship with their dad.
s1e4 - that scene where they shoot the buck. nat starts tearing up and having flashbacks. travis is able to calm her breathing down enough to kill the deer.
s1e5 - the scene where they talk about the girls being on their periods. its cute. they flirt and tease. ITS CUTE. sue me. their teasing goes from hostile to playful.
s1e5 - the "magic trick" and the kiss had me giggling and kicking my feet. its cute. nat looks HAPPY. how often is this girl happy anymore? not often!
s1e6 - that plane scene when they're kissing. nat saw that travis was uncomfortable (and likely in his own head) after the tray table thing, and she was able to get them back into the moment without too much fuss.
s1e6 - plane scene with condom. travis was just... insecure. nat realises that after he reveals that he's a virgin. nat reiterates that their relationship means something.
s1e7 - nat asking travis not to go 😭😭😭😭😭 puppy eyes bro. the way travis responds w tears in his eyes...............
s1e8 - nat having the talk w ben about travis. ben saying "I've seen the way he looks at you"...................... ugh puppy love
s1e9 - him sleeping with jackie and saying "but what about natalie?" before they do anything, saying that he thinks he's in love with her........................... if jackie didn't do the whole gaslight thing I don't think they would have slept together. but I think travis felt bad for jackie, travis was also still hurting from his interaction with nat about bobby farleigh, AND the shrooms. it was a bad combination.
s1e9 - nat having her talk w ben about how she thinks she's in love w travis........................ ugh
s1e9 - nat saving travis from shauna right before shauna slices his throat open. travis being #1 priority before she deals w everyone else.
s1e10 - the love confession. (WITH THAT MF ULTRAVOX PLAYING. THAT WAS FUCKED UP. YOU CANT PLAY THAT FOR A MOMENT LIKE THIS AND THE SCENE WHERE WE SEE TRAVIS'S DEAD BODY. FUCKED UP.
early s2 - nat waking up earlier than she normally would for hunting to help travis look for javi. does she have to? no. but she does because she cares about him.
s2e4 - travis being a malewife and helping nat get ready for the competition
s2e4 - travis being the one to pull nat out of the ice and comfort her after they drop the moose
s2e5 - the argument between them about javi being fucked up because travis stopped looking for him after nat planted the ripped, bloodied clothing. i cant blame travis for acting this way. id be pissed if I found out my partner did that too.
s1e8 -the "you're not a bad person, nat. I'm sorry for ever making you feel like one." ugh. traumatized babies.
s1e8 - TRAVIS SAIVNG NAT FROM SHAUNA. TRAVIS SAVING NAT FROM SHAUNA. TRAVIS SAVING NAT FROM SHUANA
s1e9 - the scene when everyone is like pledging allegiance to nat or w/e and travis places her hand over his heart I'm sobbing
anyways. yes. i dislike travis. but i like travnat. i hope i dont regret saying this in the next season, but for right now? i like them. there are more reasons I like travnat than reasons I dislike travis. travis has done fucked up things, but so has nat. their characters and relationship is flawed and I like that. sue me
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fbfh · 3 months ago
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whoever sent me an ask probably years ago at this point asking if I'm into DC (specifically Jason Todd) congratulations your manifestation subliminals are working!! also a PHAT shout out to janitor ai's lovely creator jellboop for sucking me into the delicious hell of Jason Todd and his meaty meaty thighs.
so yeah it's happening. we're at a point where I'm making self ship fanart with this bitch so lemme spill some thoughts because apparently I'm writing for Jason Todd now.
the first thing that comes to mind when I think of Jason Todd is that clip from isle of dogs, my friends think I like to fight. Sometimes I lose my temper and blow off a little steam, but... I never liked it. I'm not a violent dog. I don't know why I bite. so you can tell what kind of start we're off to to begin with. also take this with a bitty grain of salt, I don't claim to be an expert in DC canon/lore so disregard anything if I get it wrong lol. anyway Jason is the definition of GODDAMN YOU'VE BEEN THROUGH THE WRINGER HUH?? CAN'T CATCH A BREAK OR PROCESS YOUR FEELINGS WITHOUT FEELING LIKE YOU'RE DROWNING LOOKIN ASS. right off the bat (pun intended) we have his childhood which is already deeply fucked up. bitch was STEALING TIRES OFF CARS to support his DRUG ADDICT MOTHER. first of all this bitch has been parentified and neglected since birth. he is a provider deep into his bones, yes, but at what fucking cost???? also deep and severe mommy AND daddy issues this early on in the game. wow. after that he gets caught JACKING THE TIRES OFF THE GODDAMN BATMANMOBILE BY B*UCE W*YNE HIMSELF. now he's gone from robbin' to robbin. from robbing to robbin-ing. he's in his rockin robin era. he's having a ball as far as I'm aware. he's in a mansion with all the food he can eat and psychological security he could ask for, he sort of has a dad, a sort of grandpa, AND a sort of brother. AND his brother's name is literally Dick, which is a GOLDMINE for any younger sibling. and I think he liked it. being the youngest. I think he liked being treated like a kid, and found a deep and sorely needed respite from the world when he was suddenly being babied by three adults (or almost adults depending on how old Dick was at the time.) and I know that even though he fought it and he acted like he hated it, being babied started to really heal something inside him. it wasn't easy or comfortable, and it was slow going, but... things were okay. consistently okay, which was the freakiest part. the consistency. I don't think he would have really had much time for girls or dating, especially with knowing that the stability of his life depends on the stability of Bruce's position as batman. I think especially seeing how many women try to seduce information out of Bruce and Dick he would immediately corollate love and sex with power and control and manipulation. and I think that Dick and Bruce and Alfred would have no fucking clue just how deeply that distrust of vulnerability is starting to run inside him. one training session leads to another, one call from the police leads to another, one tip from their hotlines and informants leads to another until all the jobs start to look thrillingly blurry.
then he's tied up in a warehouse while a grown man beats his still ambiguously teenage year old self to death.
again, I know there's continuity errors in some places and different versions of the story in others so bear with me here. I could go into detail about how he probably kept telling himself it's almost over, this is what heroes do, he'll be here any minute, any minute while getting viciously crowbar beaten and possibly bombed until he literally died, I could talk about how the damage to his face and teeth were so severe they couldn't be shown to identify his body, I could go into detail about the devastating silence that followed the two sentence exchange between Bruce and Alfred "Shall I place a call to his next of kin on his behalf, sir?" "Don't bother. There's no one to call." or how Dick screamed so loudly you could hear it all throughout the manor. I could. But for everyone's wellbeing I will not do that.
anyway AFTER getting viciously stick beaten by park moms, the next thing Jason knows he's being dragged out of some disgusting bubbling magical pit or clawing his way out of his own grave like he's Eric fucking Draven. time is... fuzzy after his resurrection. it takes a while for his short term memory to come back online, and even longer for his long term memory. so he spends weeks, months, who knows how long stumbling around like a disoriented, confused monster out of a Mary Shelley novel. when he starts to settle back into himself, when he starts to get his footing a little, he feels like a child again. lost and confused and just trying desperately to survive and seek out safety anywhere he can. but he knows there is none. if batman of all people couldn't protect him, his sidekick, his ward from... whatever the hell his mind has fought so hard to block out, than nothing can. no one can. except him. unfortunately the lazarus pit or the superboy prime punch or whatever lore you wanna go with worked a little TOO well, and Jason has now been hit by the puberty fairy hard. repeatedly. with a crowbar. and a bomb. he was still gangly and awkward when he died, pretty strong in a lean way (mostly because Dick made him do pilates and acro to get flexible which failed spectacularly but was hilarious). For the first time that he could remember, he even had a little puppy fat. most teenage boys would roll their eyes at anything standing between them and a six pack - if they even cared enough about their body to think that far - but Jason... Jason loved his little pudge that he'd gotten as Robin. he loved the softness that filled out his cheeks, that made him feel less boney.
but that's gone now too.
it takes him a while to realize he's not bumping into things because he's still clumsy and disoriented. it's because he went from concerningly short and scrawny (I've seen sources say 4'6 and 80 something pounds) to at least 6'0 and 225lbs of pure raw rippling muscle. he's sharp and jagged again, but it's different this time. this time he's at least strong, too. and truly that knowledge, that at least he's stronger now, is the only thing keeping him from crashing the fuck out more than he did for a long time.
he feels like his body will never quite fit him right. the little scars and cigarette burns he's had since he was a kid are all stretched out and distorted now, like a piece of bubble gum getting thinner and more see through the bigger the bubble gets. and there are the new scars, too. the little dents across his face or pearly little seams the pit couldn't get rid of completely. there are tiny textured burn marks across his forearms, a memento of the moments where he used all the strength he didn't have to try and shield himself from the blast. and of course, there's the autopsy scar. it's the biggest one, a giant jagged Y shape that goes from his collar bones all the way down his torso and stops right above his hips. it's an angry reddish purple and raw and surprisingly fresh. even if he didn't have it, he'd still feel it. every breath, he feels the seams inside himself where the pit regrew his sternum, where his organs regrew or were reattached. he traces his fingers on the stretch marks slowly fading from red to pink to a pearly white all over his shoulders and arms and thighs, trying to make sense of it all. he feels too old and too young, like an adult trapped inside a child walking around in a body builder's skin. and it's scary. it's disorienting. it makes it hard to breathe if he thinks about it too much or too long. when he first saw the shimmering strands of grayish white streaking though a front lock of his hair, he thought for a moment the pit did its job TOO well, that it aged him too much too fast, that he'd start withering away just as quickly like rip van winkle. but no. Talia or Ra's or whoever's looking after him at that point (if anyone is) explains it's just the stress of resurrection.
and now he lies awake day and night, trying to reconcile his past with what he knows now. how did they not look for him? how is the bastard that did this to him still running free when the only thing that kept him clinging to life was thinking about how Bruce would decimate the Joker's ass the moment he stormed into that warehouse? how is he alive? why is he alive? why did any of this happen in the first place? he rots and spirals until he gets sick of it. until he tells himself how fucking pathetic he sounds. so he decides to take matters into his own hands. his bloody, too big too strong hands that once shook from adrenaline now tremble from rage. he is going to kill the Joker. and he is going to protect people. he'll do it. the dirty work Bruce could never stomach. he won't turn a blind eye to bad shit because of some soulless ethical bullshit, like- he bites his cheek, not even wanting to think their names. not yet, not when it's still so painful. he needed him. he needed Bruce, and he wasn't there. because Bruce doesn't get it. he doesn't get Jason, and he never will. he's off in his little bubble with his money and charity galas and brooding one liners that look so great in the papers.
let him stay in the papers, stay in the spotlight. Jason will do the heavy lifting. Street justice needs to be served. and who more perfectly equipped to serve it than someone from the streets?
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olannder · 1 year ago
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day 6.draw one of the Crp clowns/jesters! + Headcanons! (Candy Pop)
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He is 7’2
Loves eating candy.
Will have psychotic sugar rushes sometimes and then pass tf out.
Yk he has that man spread ass sit bro💀💀
Honestly really childish 
Long ass tongue…
Ayo what can that tongue do 🤨😏
Def likes Jason in that way.
Bisexual…AND BIPOLAR!!!!
ADHD. 
Likes to annoy, scare, and piss people off for fun.
Careless, reckless, ruthless and sadistic. 
Masochist?
Prankster + jokester 
Kind of narcissistic / over confident.
Kinda hard to offend/anger.
Doesn’t like people seeing him in his night terror form.
100% horny 80% of the time.
He doesn’t really care about gender. If he can fuck he will fuck.
Whore. absolute fucking slut. Cock slut. Loves pussy. Loves cock. Sluttiest thot in this motherfucking bitch. Cunty thotty slutty whore.💀💀💀💀💀 (I can’t take myself seriously bro)
Doesn’t wear make-up. That’s legit js his face.
Sharp ahh teeth like boy-
Waaaaayyyyy too over protective of his sister, Candy Cane.
One of the best bff’s you could ever have, Nathan is Lucky.
Ofc his bestie is Nathan, it’s literally Canon!!!!<3
Kinda gets jealous easily? Mostly when he doesn’t get attention or gets attention absolutely stolen from him.
Loves to be the center of attention 
He uses black magic, dark magic, demonic magic, voodoo, witchcraft, whatever cursed/dark magic you can think of, he does it or has done it.
List of things he loves: #3. Jason. #2. His sister. #1. His hair!!!!
He loves his hair more than anything, a bitch even think about touching his hair he will backhand them so motherfucking hard they forget how to speak.
He doesn’t really like judge angels. Why? Because most things related to a fucking angel, he hates. He has never really met her though so….He just always judges a book by its cover honestly. 
Him and LJ fight a lot, but they can get along together sometimes.
His father figure? Oh hell yeah, y’all know it’s Papa Grande. Fuck slenderman, ain’t nobody like that old bitch.
Upside down crosses everywhere. <3
He likes bright colors.
Jason will have this man in a corset sometimes like holy shit???!
He’s a mini fashionista and also Jason’s model/inspiration sometimes.
Coming in contact (touch) with some holy objects or angels will cause him 3rd degree burns😘🩷  and he just doesn’t really like holy water, but it won’t burn him.
Bibles and some holy shit makes him weaker, but in a more painful way. Which usually makes this man screech in pain<3333 I’m such a sadist 🥰😇
He doesn’t like angels or people in most religions 
He likes to play dress up/other games with sally, sometimes LJ and Jason will join too! 
Whenever playing Alice in wonderland with Sally, he’s the Cheshire Cat.
He’s a top obvi!!!
he can enter and exit through mirrors as he pleases. 
He can teleport
He/They/it
Likes to hang around the pasta kids because they lure in unsuspecting worried adults (aka free prey for Candy ;))
Candy, Pop, Poppy, Night, Poppyseed, C.pop, whore, Hatsune Miku, Raspberry fairy demon, Hatsune Miku demon jester, fairy princess jester demon, Slut, bestie, clown, raspberry, creepy blue clown bitch, night terror, night terrors, cluster demon, the collector, emperor of the dark, dark emperor, the dark omen, demon from the abyss, abyss demon.
He can steal other people’s powers, supernatural strength and speed, he can jump high, adapt to his environment quickly, really good sharp senses, enhanced visuality, and can phase through walls (ghosting)
Manipulation, teleportation, dark architect, power gifting, mind control, mastermind, nightmare manipulation, shapeshifting, magic (mentioned b4), levitation, invisibility, soul absorption
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porcalinecunt · 9 months ago
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ak!jason craving his back alley surgeon (ftm) so much that it physically hurts not to just fuck him right in the middle of their session ,,
021 𐙚 KINKTOBER — 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆
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🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩 the arkham knight remained touch starved for too long, so he turns to his nagging yet stupidly cute back alley surgeon! ~
⋆˚࿔ FEATURING . . 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ AK! JASON TODD X MALE! READER
° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . cw — ftm!reader. dubcon. rough oral sex. throat breeding. throat bulge. fingerings. touch starved jason. past mentions of torture/injuries.
[・:。author’s note ! 「 ✉️ 」・𓂃 ࣪˖ ] i do NOT know how to write endings ;-; but omg anon, i RAN to write this the moment i saw this request! ak!jason todd lives in my head rent free :<
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he forgot what normal touch felt like, if it even existed in the desolate gotham city.
and you can’t blame him, the last thing he ever felt were the joker’s ghostly white hands tearing at his skin with any rusty metal he could get his hands on. the burning hot iron engraving a capital J on his cheek.
getting shot on camera in a snuff was somehow the least worst thing that happened to the knight.
naturally, the acidic lake of the lazerous pit only harden his outer shell, rendering him mentally cut off to the concept of affection. hell, he wouldn’t even let the nurses within militia grounds even touch him. grumbling that he can take care it himself with a simple twist of a broken limb or a faulty cauterized wound.
or a visit to your back alley clinic.
after a hellish night of shockwaves and stitches, jason properly met you after you saved his life from a particularly lethal mission. unlike the kind nurses though, you were cold and a little vile. spouting exhausted quips about how ‘braindead’ and ‘reckless’ he was, and how he was a pain in your ass. ah, a vile little bitch. the arkham knight thought.
yet, he couldn’t bring himself to hate you. oh no, despite the sharp tongue, your shockingly soft hands revive a need jason thought he abandoned after his death. he found himself looking forward to the checkups, to your palms resting against his scarred chest and broad shoulders. fingers pressing against his more delicate spots, allowing his mind to wander to the nastiest places.
how delicate was the rest of you?
a question that got him gripping the metal table as you did another checkup on him, making sure he didn’t measly tear off any of the wrapping or bandaids.
jason’s breath hitched once your fingers ghosted over his abs, his chest and his thighs. it didn’t help that with every slight move, he grew harder and harder in his pants. you were fucking teasing him, even if it wasn’t intentional. his boner was growing more obvious and it was like you were purposely playing dumb, agitating the knight.
“shit..fuck it.”
he uttered, sitting up despite your failed attempts to keep him down.
“mister todd, what are you?!- HEY!”
a harsh push threw you far back, stumbling onto the dirty sofa chair while jason quickly followed. you could barley process what was going on when the sound of a belt buckle made you freeze.
“sorry doc, got a problem i can’t fix on my own..”
jason muttered as his pants dropped to his ankles along with his boxers, revealing his ‘problem’. you couldn’t think of anything to say, only stare at his ridiculous girth and his swollen tip leaking precum as it ran down to the base.
“mister todd..—“
“please. c’mon doc..”
he was practically begging, a tone that went straight into your soaked cunt. you had to hold back from straight up palming yourself through your pants. a defeated sigh left your lungs as you leaned forward off the couch and onto your knees. a risky kitty lick snapped the rope of control in jason, a heavy metal hand clasping the back of your head, forcing his dick into your jaw.
he was too big, way too big. your poor mouth was practically stuffed with cock as the knight didn’t let you pull back for a moment. “nose, doc..breath through your nose.” jason sighed, slowing pushing further and further until he was nestled into your throat. a static groan leaked through his gritted teeth, a sound that made you flinch with anticipation.
with eyes screwed shut, you couldn’t even look at him as he pulls his length back only to shove it right back into the jugular, slowly picking up his already relentless pace. the sloshing noises of your spit and his cum mixing filled your ears until your patient’s groans practically drowned out.
gobs of the nasty mix spilled off his soaked dick and through your swollen lips, along with tears that blurred your vision and salted the taste of the knight’s girth. it was all humiliating in the best way possible, you were fucking getting off to it. made you wonder how long he was imagining this very scenario.
“get up.” he suddenly commands with a booming tone, pulling you off his cock with a handful of your hair. “w-wha..?”
“you fuckin’ heard me. get up or i’ll fuck that cunt of yours.”
barley a promise, knowing how fickle the knight is. yet you still followed his command, standing up as he pushed you down onto the metal operation table with your front facing the ceiling. jason, dick still hard and bobbing around as he walked to where your head hung off the edge.
“gonna make you extra useful doc, if you’re okay with that..” he asked with a ragged breath. you were too fucked out to give a proper answer other then a pathetic “uh huh…” with your tongue stuck out. you couldn’t even get another sound out before he stuffs your mouth full once again, this time, with a desperation for an orgasm.
gripping the sides of the metal table, jason thrusts his dick in and out of your throat, a small bulge forming yet visible enough for him to admire.
“atta boy, you’re not bad f’ a doctor..shit..!”
he laughed, listening to your whines and gagging as you rub your thighs together for a source of friction. all this time, you were left neglected as jason used your throat as a free fleshlight. with shaking hands, you reached down through the band of your pants and ran your fingers through your needy little pussy.
“mmm..mister todd..”
you muttered, fucking your fingers into your soaked cunt as you felt his cock twitch in your mouth. he was gonna cum.
“mouf..cum in m’mouf..!” you weakly uttered, earning a mocking coo from the knight. “yeah? you want me to cum in your mouth? ‘course doc..” he panted, his pace growing more relentless somehow.
“consider this returning the favor, f’ being so good to me.”
with a couple more thrusts and some jerkin’ off, a white hot liquid spurted in your mouth and down your throat. heavy and salty was all you can taste as he practically bred your throat full.
jason pulled himself out, watching as gobs of his cum and your spit spill out from your lips and all over your fucked out face. he wished he could take a picture of it just to have something to jerk off to when he can’t sleep.
“so..see you next week?”
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ivysangel · 1 year ago
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The thought of getting Jason to gasp, like, actually gasp is, to me, such a giggling-and-kicking-my-feet-thought.
Like, yes, please gasp
Any gasp.
Gasping!Jason who runs off to the nearest bathroom because he doesn’t want to wake you up. Closing and locking that door as quietly as possibly before taking his seat wherever the fuck he can because he needs to cum to at least the thought of you. He won’t even need any form of lubricant, his head is gorgeously dripping with pre, he simply has to smear it over his hard-on and get going. And he certainly fucking does, gasping, breath hitching, everything, as soon as he wraps his hands around his dick.
“Holy fuck, ‘feels ‘so good..”
Gasping!Jason who most defiantly has to take a second just to pull himself together every time he bottoms out the first time. Holding your hips so gently yet firmly enough to press you against the mattress, slowly sliding past your pretty folds, bottoming out with jaw clenching and inhaling sharply. He can’t help it, he has to detach one of his hands, grabbing the sheet beside your head, burying his face in the nape of your neck to gasp softly. He needs a second to just feel your fluttering walls around him. You vocally have to tell him to get moving before he actually pulls himself together.
“S-Sorry, sorry babe, just need a sec’… fuck, ye’ feel so good, what the fuck.”
Gasping!Jason who simply won’t shut the fuck up when he finally lets go. Your back pressed against his chest, both on your knees as he rams into you, head thrown back without a care as gasping out breathily, hissing and an occasional, rare moan. He can’t keep his hands off of you either, an arm tight around your stomach to keep you up, all while he gropes at your tits with the same hand. His other hand is desperately grabbing whatever he can. He just wants you between his hands, gasping out praises with the most disgusting nicknames.
“Fuck, you’re taking me so good.. oh, fuck-, just like that, fucking-, mgh, bitch.. You’re such a slut for me, so tight ‘n’ everythin’..”
Men who make noise. Men who make noise!! MEN WHO MAKE NOISE.
(Thanks for coming to my ted talk, xoxo)
gasping…virgin…jason? like, u just gotta hear me out. bc all of this!! but it's 10x worse bc he's literally never felt the touch of a woman before.
the dude's nerves are blazing like a california wildfire, and he's trying not to cum after 0.001 seconds bc that would be embarrassing as hell. he's trying to seem all domineering n shit, calling you dirty names because yk asserting dominance or whatever. but you can see right through his virgin ass. it just takes one good back scratch for him to see stars.
anyway, just food for thought.
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shieldofiron · 2 years ago
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Heaven's On Fire
Also on Ao3
They used to kiss like it was fighting.
Freshman year, both of their freshman years, and they were fifteen and hopped up on hormones and anger. It was the first boy girl party and Carver’d been bitching all night.
So when spinning the bottle kept landing on him, Eddie kissed him like a fight. Bit Jason’s bottom lip so hard it almost broke. When they had to spend seven minutes in heaven, they made it hell, rolling around in Denise Sandderson’s coat closet, making the wire hangers bang together.
It wasn’t even kissing, then. Wasn’t kissing when Eddie started dealing and Jason would come over to score and he took his first hit from a shotgun, his lips bruised by Eddie’s. They both got held back that year, both had something to prove to each other when Jason would strut around like big man on campus. As if he didn’t groan when Eddie sucked hickey’s just below the collar of his uniform, and Jason wouldn’t take Eddie’s hand and wrap it around his own neck, making Eddie squeeze until they both gasped. A dance only they knew the steps to.
It was just fighting, a new kind of bullying and bullying back where Jason would straddle Eddie’s lap and suck on his tongue like he was trying to rip it out.
It didn’t count, no way it could count.
It was after another boy girl party when they actually kissed for the first time. Chrissy had just broken up with Jason- long time coming if you asked Eddie- and he’d been bitchy all day. Eddie was just counting the minutes until everyone was too drunk to notice and he and Jason would sneak off behind the woodshed, or to a closet, like always.
But he didn’t show, even long after the party was almost empty and Eddie’s lunchbox was empty.
Eddie ought to take the cue that he should go home, but the house was just a few doors down from Jason’s house, and he’d noticed that Jason’s parents car was missing, which meant they were out at one of their Bible retreats or hunting trips, whatever they did that had Jason all alone.
He’s never been there, but he guessed from the light that was on, that Jason was up in his bedroom.
Halfway up the tree, he kind of wondered what the fuck he was doing. Was he really about to knock on Jason Carver’s window and say… what? Why weren’t you there for me to make out with? Sorry about your girlfriend except I’m not all that sorry, she should have dumped your ass long ago.
And while he’s hanging off the tree, wallet chain swinging in the breeze, Jason walks by the window and freezes.
With nothing else to do, Eddie tries to wave and almost falls the fuck out of the tree.
Jason makes this big dramatic sigh like it’s a huge imposition for him to open the window, “You ever heard of knocking?”
“Thought you wouldn’t want me to be seen at your house.”
“Yeah,” Jason snorts, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand, “This is so much less inconspicuous.”
He’s been crying, Eddie can see it now. Not cute crying either, like when Billy Hargrove has had a few and gets misty eyed. Jason’s face is puffy and red, uncomfortable looking.
“You ok?”
“Why are you here?” Jason spits back.
Eddie doesn’t have a satisfactory answer, so he feigns ignorance, “Chrissy came without you to the party, I thought you might be sick.”
“So you came over to where I was sick?”
“I’m… high?” He wasn’t really, a light secondary buzz off other people’s smoke. But it was plausible enough that Jason’s shoulders relax.
“Got any left?”
“Yeah, sure.”
Its Eddie’s own joint, which he offers on fingers splintered from the window frame after he flips into Jason’s room.
Jason doesn’t wait for a blowback, just goes to the other side of the room to light it, as much distance between them as possible.
“We broke up,” Jason says, his face a mask of anger.
“I’m sorry.”
“No, you’re not.”
“No, I’m not. But I kinda am. Sorry, Jason.”
Jason takes a rough puff, and then another.
“She… uh…” Eddie sputters.
“She broke up with me because I’m… I’ve been cheating on her,” Jason sniffs, handing the joint over, “So.”
“With who?”
It’s only after a few moments of Jason’s pointed silence that Eddie gets it.
“Right, but that doesn’t count,” Eddie says with a chuckle, waving the joint in the air.
“Get the fuck out,” Jason roars. His cheeks have gone bright pink.
“I just meant-“
“I shoulda pushed you out of the tree.”
“You…” Eddie’s brow furrows, “Thought it counted.”
Jason just draws a breath, his nostrils flaring. The way they do before a fight and before…
Jason’s hand is at his jaw and his other hand is fisted in Eddie’s jacket. It’s like it’s always been. He crowds Eddie back against his little desk, and Eddie’s wondering why he never climbed through Jason’s window. Could have gotten him in his cute little bed with the blue comforter and…
Jason’s lips tremble against his, and it’s just instinct, Eddie pushes forward… but Jason pulls back, falling out of step with their regular dance. His cheek is hot when Eddie puts his hand there, and Eddie’s heart flips like a pancake in his chest.
He kisses softly, Jason’s upper lip, his lower lip, they part and Eddie explores tentatively, fascinated. Jason’s crying, Eddie can taste the tears at the corner of his mouth. He kisses them away, painting his cheeks with tiny pecks, cradling Jason’s jaw. Jason was soft and pliant in his arms, and it was like Eddie could feel him for the first time. The tension running under the surface, muscles rolling beautifully when Jason threw his arms around Eddie’s neck and melted.
Eddie’s hand fell to Jason’s chest and Jason yelped, springing back. His little blue polo had caught fire from the joint now smoldering threateningly at their feet. Eddie stomped it out under his boots while Jason whipped his shirt off.
When he finally looked up, Eddie was grinning and Jason was pale and bloodless, his blue eyes shining with hurt.
“I… just… can’t do this anymore.”
Eddie picked up the smashed joint and threw it into the wastepaper basket under the desk, “Do what?”
“… screwing around. It’s messing with my head.”
“You gonna get another girlfriend?” Eddie’s heart sank.
“Dunno.” Jason shrugs, looking down.
“What if… we did something else.”
“Like what?” Jason blinked.
Eddie reached out and grabbed Jason’s hand, lacing their fingers together.
“Not screwing around.” Eddie clarified.
Jason just blinks up at him, “You’re fucking with me. That’s not f-fucking funny.”
But he doesn’t pull his hand away, so Eddie can tug him closer. Eddie sits on the edge of the desk and fits Jason between his knees.
“You’re really gonna fight me on this?” Eddie whispers.
“I just… can’t… you’re messing with my head.”
Eddie ran his fingers along the bridge of Jason’s collarbone, “I didn’t know… I thought it was just you trying to… fight me or something…”
“I…”
“Kiss me, again. Please, Jason,” Eddie smiles.
It wasn't like fighting. Not like fucking either. Turns out Jason could kiss sweet when he wanted, all trembling fingers and watery blue eyes. Eddie didn't fight anymore, he just surrendered to the dance.
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For @dragonflylady77 to make you smile
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eashmo · 2 years ago
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Bloodlust part 6
-Touch Her, I Dare You-
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A/n: picture by me. i rewrote this so many times its unreal.
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Slowly opening my eyes, i groaned in pain. my left eye felt swollen. my right eye, instantly mapping out the entire space. I was now in a chair, arms now bound behind me. The room looks like the attic of the creel house. 
“Shit.” I breathed out,  the house is on the other side of the town. 
"Welcome back, y/l/n." Jason says as he appears in my field of vision.
"What do you want, Carver?"
"I want you to suffer." he teases the tip of the knife against my cheek
"Suffers for what? Jason, if you don't let me out, i'll..."
"You'll what?" he laughs. "You're weak and useless."
i narrowed my eyes, growling.
"You know nothing about me, how about you untie me and fight me, unless you're afraid that a girl will kick your ass" i thrashed and tried to fight my way out of the tight rope, rubbing my wrist raw to the point they were bleeding.
i spit in his face. "You bitch!" he yells , slapping my face. grunting from impact, and then faced him.
"The only bitch I see here is you!" i hissed, despite my pain. "You're going to regret Kidnapping me."
"Shut your mouth!" Jason voice boomed. He slapped me harder. how much can someone withstand getting slapped? panting the pain was starting to get overwhelming. my vision was getting spotty again. he huffed and paced around me.
~B-Baby, can you hear me...I-i need you~ i hoped Eddie could hear me. my head lulled forward.
Jason gripped my hair, forcing me to look at him. this is starting to get annoying
“ Is that all you got, Carver?..... i've walked through hell and back before.... so try harder, " i was provoking him.
“i said Shut up you bitch.” He stabs me in the thigh and to make matters worse he also punches me in the stomach. I made a muffed scream. causing me to look down as i grit my teeth in pain.
~please baby, can you hear me?~ 
“Rise your fucking head and look at me freak.”
I didn’t raise my head. That only led to my chin being grabbed and yanked up. I winced.
“I don't know why Chrissy was your best friend. You are white trash filth”
“She was my best friend because she didn't care about status and being the queen of high school. Something that you will never understood" I sneered, this caused him to grip my chin tighter. 
"If only you knew something was torturing her within her mind, you could have saved her." i spat. i didn't even know until it was too late. Memories of her filled my mind. i'm sorry, Chrissy, i couldn't save you.
*small flash back*
Chrissy wanted to hang out with us after the game because she didn't feel like being with Jason and his drunk teammates. everything was fine until she started acting skiddish, and then all of a sudden, she was unresponsive and levitating, Eddie and I witnessed her life being taken. we ran, and since it happened at his trailer, he got the full blame.
*end of flash back*
"Your boyfriend killed her with his satanic powers"
i started laughing. "Eddie is innocent, that man couldn't hurt a fly," but now, he is going to kill you for touching me, I thought to myself.
“ You know what.... If you are so desperate of getting rid of Hawkins filth, why are you taking so long?” I teased him. His hands instantly gripped my throat. He flings me down. The impact made me gasp. He cut the rope around my waist that was attached to the chair. i rolled over and kicked him in the shin. When he fell, i kicked him in the jaw. he looked at me fury in his eyes as spit blood to the floor.
"shit."
"oh you're going to regret that bitch" he stalks over to me, i try to squirm away but he reached me and started to drag me across the attic by my feet.
~Eddie!~ I screamed in my thoughts. 
*Eddie pov*
there was something wrong. She was 2 hours late from her schedule shift. was she still working? or did she say she was doing something after work? suddenly heard her voice in my head
~B-baby, can you hear me?... i-i need you.~
~please baby, can you hear me.~
~Eddie!~ the fear in her voice sent a chill down my spin. i needed to find her. grabbing the walkie, i needed answers.
"Henderson, do you copy? it's Kas over." i used my new codename for the first time.
"i copy Kas, whats up." Dustin says.
"we have a code red, i think y/n is in trouble."
"WHAT?!"
"Just get everyone at our house now!" i screamed in the walkie.
everyone showed up at lightning speed.
"What happened? how do you know she's in trouble?" Robin says.
"The mind link she sounded in pain and afraid"
"Jesus Christ. she could be anywhere." Steve says.
"i can feel that she is still in this world, at least." i quickly say.
this sort of relaxed everyone. but Lucas looked terrified.
"um- i hope i'm wrong about this." he says.
"wrong about what, Sinclair?" i questioned.
"I- i think Jason kidnapped her."
"WHAT?!, i thought that Psychotic fucker was dead." i started to pace around the room.
"i wish that was true, but he was sent to prison when He got caught trying to kill me in the creel house. he got out this morning because of his fathers money."
"i'm going to kill him!" i yelled and threw a vase against the wall.
" Eddie, be calm, y/n needs you, we will find her." Nancy cautiously grabbed my arm, trying to calm me down.
" No, Wheeler, this is my fault since he thinks i just disappeared on her. she is the closest thing to linking her to her best friend murder. and since she's dating "a cult leader," he's going to hurt her more." i was getting more stressed. until i heard one word from her mind.
~creel!~
"i know where she is." i said as I threw the front door open, running full speed. when i got closer, i could smell blood..... her blood.
*Y/N POV*
I was being dragged towards the stairs. I managed to get free from his grip and raced down the stairs, almost making it the foyer. When he tackled me down. i couldn't brace myself from the impact to the floor. i began to cry from fear and pain.
~creel!~ i screamed, attempting to contact Eddie once more.
“you're not going anywhere.” He brings the knife to my throat. He raises it above his head and plunges it towards me, but before it made contact, he was ripped away from me. I can hear snarling and a familiar voice “touch her again. I dare you.” 
Jason was struggling against Eddie's grip on his neck.
“What the fuck.” Jason struggled to breath out when he noticed Eddie's fangs and crimson eyes.
"i told you my favorite monster has fangs." i mocked him.
Jason stabs Eddie in the side, which causes him to let go of him. Eddie started to laugh. Jason ran the short distance towards me and picked me up using me as a human shield, the knife at throat . This made Eddie freeze instantly. he growls, showing off his fangs.
“Stay away from us, freak. Your little slut is going to die first, then you.”
~be ready~ i say to him looking straight into his crimson eyes.
“I wouldn't provoke him more than you already have, you royally pissed him off by hurting me" I say as i whipped my head back connecting with his nose. i felt a sharp pain in my lower abdomen. Everything had been moving so fast before and now the time seemed too slow as i look down at my stomach. The knife was impaled in your stomach. Blood dripped down my skin, a dark red seeped onto my shirt. i fell to the floor.
I felt the air shift from Eddie moving so fast, and then a blood curdling scream was heard, and then there was silence, I looked up to see Jason splattering blood everywhere from his throat being ripped out. By Eddie's mouth.
His mouth was dripping with blood. He slowly moved his tongue across his teeth, savoring the copper taste. What blood he didn't savor dripped onto the space of bare chest between his leather and denim jacket.
Eddie rushed to me, Slicing the tight rope that bound my hands with his sharp nails that instantly grew out his normal dull nails. Once he removed the rope, he retracted them.
~ You came~ I didn't want to speak. I was too tired from experiencing abuse for hours.
“You called.” he said as he picked me up bridal style.
“Sorry for taking so long.” guilt riddled his voice.
~ It's ok baby, you're here now.~ I reached for his face and smiled when his head sank into my hand.
"Please, let's go home." I croaked.
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Chapter 26: I’d do anything for you
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This has without a doubt been the best night over your life Eddie bribed the dj for the night to play what he knows is your song Journey “foolish heart” starts to play he takes your hand & you both give each other a knowingly look “thank you Eds for.. for everything for being you for having me & for tonight I’ll never forget it that’s for sure” he smiles kissing you as you both sway to the beat of the song. The night is getting closer to the end & you all even had a large group dance you Eddie & all the boys. Heading back to the table for the night laughing and talking you all get some punch & sit to shoot the shit when you hear a voice from behind you “Well… well well what do we have here Hawkins own freak table gee I didn’t even think you guys would have the balls to even show your face here you do know nobody wants you here right” your face is on fire & your brain is going a mile a minute flashbacks of that horrible night you wouldn’t dare let Eddie experience that not if you can help it. You see Eddie jaw clenched at this boys words before Gareth speaks “Jason why don’t you just leave us the hell alone & quit being a dick all the fucking time!” Jason looks amused & a laugh rumbles from deep in his chest “ohh & what do we have here be careful gorgeous he they worship the devil & probably want to use you for a human sacrifice” you can’t take another word from this kid & you won’t dare let him ruin Eddie’s prom you jump up from your seat “Listen pencil dick I don’t know what your major malfunction is but if you don’t get the fuck away from us & this table i swear you’ll be sorry!!” Eddie is standing up to keep you from lunging at Jason has he looks at you eyes wide face beet red “You…! You fucking bitch!” Before you knew it your instincts took over your heel landing right between Jason’s legs kicking him in the groin & picking up the server tray from your tables food & smacking it over his head as hard as you could. “Eat shit asshole!!” The boys all stare in bewilderment gareth yells “holy shit!! I think we should get out of here GO GO GO GO!!!” Eddie snatched up your hand making a beeline for the door Steve & robin aren’t far behind all running like bats out of hell while Jason lays on the floor cupping himself in pain and Andy screaming “you fucking freaks!” You whip your head around just before reaching the door “kiss my ass trust fund baby!!” Jeff cackles as you all head to your vehicles robin seems very proud “That was so awesome he so deserved that!” Gareth agrees “It was a long time coming you fucking rule Watts!!” Eddie pulling you into a hug “you’re absolutely insane nobody’s ever done that for any of us before I think I’m fully head over heels in love with this girl!” He points at you Steve shakes his head amused “we better get the hell out of here before they all come barreling out here for payback” you all hop in your ride for the night while the hellfire boys pile into Jeff’s dads van they pull up to your ride honking with all the windows down gareth hanging out the window “HEY JAMIE!!! WELCOME TO THE FAMILY!!” You beam with pride now knowing family isn’t always blood but the people who are in your life right now you want in your life forever. Eddie’s words earlier replaying in your head until you’re snapped out of your thoughts “hey princess I’m gonna drop these two off first do you want me to take you to yours or..?” You know for sure what you want out of all this but not sure how or when to go about what you’re thinking & feeling so for the second you’re just living in the moment “uhhh.. well it’s a weekend so you don’t have anything to do tomorrow right or are you busy if you are it’s totally fine” as you play with your bracelet not making any eye contact. “I’m not busy at all tomorrow… hey.. hey look at me” you slowly lift your head “whatever you wanna do I’m okay with” he holds your hand the remainder of the ride dropping off Steve & robin & heading to your place. Pulling into the driveway your trying to build up the courage “So.. I-I was wondering if maybe you’d want to stay tonight… with me??..”
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