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fairy-tale-writer · 2 years ago

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Saving Water Leona Kingscholar x Reader

Prompt: Shower Sex with Leona

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When you asked to train with Leona he was at first skeptical thinking you would be just an annoying nuisance to train with, but he was willing to give you a shot.

It turned out you were more of a distraction than a nuisance, but a distraction in one of the best ways possible to motivate him. It was almost like you were purposely teasing him by wearing tight athletic pants and tying your oversized workout shirt into a crop top.

He would purposely jog behind you just to see your ass bounce in the leggings as you ran laps with him around the campus. The lion would glare at anyone who dared to stare at you for a second too long.

It was public that you and Leona were a couple, but it was mostly clear by the lion's possessive nature. Chances are if they were trying to find Leona, they could find him with you.

If he was feeling envious, he would wrap his arm around your waist as he walked you to classes. During naps out in the gardens, they would find him resting his head on your lap as he snoozes or at least you being near him.

If Leona was feeling especially threatened, he wouldn't hesitate to pin you against the wall and kiss you hard, that is if you don't mind.

So it was no surprise that working out, he made sure you were close to him or with someone he highly trusted so no idiot would make you feel uncomfortable.

When he needed a squatter for doing bench presses, he could smell your sweet scent as you were bent over him. A herbivore could never understand how the scent of a romantic partner did things to a carnivore like him.

How he longed to lap at the sweat beads trailing down your neck before they could dip into the cleavage of your breasts. It was a very good thing he had his sweatshirt tied around his waist to keep from exposing the hard-on he would get every time he smelled your scent. This time it was almost like you were tempting him, leaning over him with a devious smile.

"You seem distracted, Leona," You teased.

"Distracted?" He huffed as he lowered the weights, "Maybe it's because I'm tired from you waking me up so early...or maybe it's because I have a pretty lady hovering over me."

"Aww, you think I'm pretty?" You teased.

Leona grinned and finished another set.

"I wanted to come early anyway, I hate when the other guys stare at me as I work out. It makes me feel like I'm a slab of meat." Leona's eyes narrowed.

"Tt, just tell me and I'll make sure they feel like the slab of meat." Leona snarled.

"I know you will." You giggled.

You slipped out of his sight, but he was unaware you were circling around him until he felt a weight on his abdomen. The lion nearly dropped the weights on himself as his eyes darted down.

You were straddling his lower waist, your hips grinding down onto his hard-on.

"Y-You-!"

"Oh? How long have you had this for?" You teased.

He could barely feel your hips grinding down against his through the sweatshirt and pants.

"Damn-! Herbivore!" He hissed, showing his sharp teeth.

Try as he might, he couldn't lift the weight back up off of his chest, his hands holding onto the bar kept the pressure off his sternum. He snarled knowing you had him pinned to your mercy.

"What's the matter? Is the kitty a little stuck?" You teased, leaning down until your lips barely touched.

When Leona tried to lift his head up, the bar stopped him from claiming his kiss. The smell of you was intense, he could smell the lust dripping off of you like rain drops to flower petals. Your fingers traced from his pectorals down his waist until they arrived to the hem of his shirt. You pushed up his shirt revealing his tan skin with firm abs. It was amazing how with his diet and laziness with minimal exercise he could have such a fit figure. You pushed his shirt up until you could see his dark nipples, erect and aroused. With a gentle pinch of your thumb and finger, Leona bit back a moan.

"Well, that's not satisfying." You pinched both dark buds and Leona moaned, bucking his hips.

"That's better."

"I swear Herbivore--once I get out from under this bar I swear-"

"You'll what, Leona? Right now if I'm not mistaken you are the one trapped." You teased, tracing his areola.

You hummed and leaned down to gently bite his nipple. Leona moaned pushing his hips into yours. You suckled on it for a moment before pulling away with a pop. His cock was throbbing under the layers feeling your warm saliva cool on his chest.

"I can feel how hard you are, baby." You grinned.

"St-Stop! You--fuck! You fucking brat!" Leona snarled.

"I don't think I'm gonna." You reached into his pants and slipped your fingers into his underwear.

"Ngh! Fuck!" Leona found his head spinning at your dominance.

He was most of the time the dominant one, unless he was far too lazy or you woke him up with a blow job or a hand job. But he never was defenseless to do anything except snarl and spat at you to stop.

With a smirk you pulled out your hand to lick his precum off your fingers. Once you were satisifed your hand was wet enough, you returned to giving him the hand job.

"Fuck! I'm going to cum!"

"Thank you for helping me, Jack."

Just when Leona was going to cum, you could hear voices just outside the gym door. In the blink of an eye you slipped your hand out of his pants, yanked Leona's t-shirt down, and scrambled off of him. As the door opened you helped Leona place the weights back onto the rack. Leona sat up glaring at you as the door opened revealing Jack and Epel.

Leona snarled, "You little-"

"Thanks for a good work out, Leona." You blurted. Behind your back you were wiping off his precum against your shirt.

"Oh, Good Morning Leona, (Name), I'm surprised to see you both are up so early." Jack greeted.

"We wanted to get our work-out in before there was a lot of people." You answered.

"Makes, sense." Leona narrowed his emerald eyes at Epel.

The poor boys cheeks were blushing red as his eyes were fixated on your shirt. Living in the small village with mostly elder folks, it must be quite a sight for young, virgin eyes to see a woman's midriff and cleavage. You didn't seem to take notice, shifting your legs back and forth, but Leona could see you were rubbing your thighs together.

"I'm going to go take a shower, I'll see you guys later!"

Leona watched the way your hips teasingly swung as you walked over to the door. The other two boys seemed to take notice as well.

The prince huffed before standing and lazily walking to the door as well.

"Leona, where are you going?" Epel asked.

"To take a shower," He answered.

'But, (Name)-" Before the boy could finish the door slammed shut.

Epel glanced at Jack with visible confusion, "There is only one gender shower..."...

You were struggling to remain quiet as your fingers rubbed at your aching clit under the shower stream. To cause Leona to moan like that, was like experiencing a wet dream come to life. Hearing his grunts and groans as he worked out, seeing his muscles flex and sweat drip; it made you light-headed.

Leona had this smell, like a dark and spicy, rich cologne scent that was nearly at the border-line of being overbearing. It took everything you had not to cut to the chase then and there; rip off his pants and shove his cock inside your dripping cunt, but it was much more fun when you added in foreplay.

You felt your walls tighten letting you know you were close.

"Having fun?" You jumped and pulled your fingers out ruining your orgasm.

You turned around to see it was Leona, completely naked. Your eyes couldn't help but jump down to his cock that was long and erect.

"See something you like?" He teased.

"Ha-ha," You dryly ocked, turning back to the shower stream, "What are you doing in my shower anyways, pervert?"

"I'm just conserving water." Leona answered.

"Since when did you care-" You heard bare feet slapping against water before your chest was pressed to the front wall. Leona's hardened chest was pressed to your back well his hands placed themselves on your hips.

He was teasingly gliding his calloused hands, one up and the other down until they arrived to their destinations. His dominant hand groped and squeezed your breast well two fingers rubbed against your wet petals.

"Do you think it was funny what you did back there?" He purred against your ear.

Before you could answer, his tongue slithered out to lap at the junction of your earlobe and neck. You moaned more from startlement than actual pleasure when Leona bit down.

"D-Don't leave a hickey!" You demanded.

"Do you think you have any power here, little birdie?" Leona asked after suckling on the bite. A shudder traveled through your body causing your toes to curl against the wet floor.

"Augh~!" His cock slide against your pussy, gathering the slick on his cock.

"You're soaking wet; Were you close before I arrived?" Leona growled.

"Like hell it's because of you." You snapped.

"I can change that." Leona grinned.

He shoved his two fingers plunged inside, his thumb expertly rubbing at your clit. Your legs turned into jelly, if it wasn't for Leona pinning you to the wall you would have collapsed.

"Leona!" You gasped. He was rough and quick with his fingers, easily bringing you right back to the brink.

"Neh-wait! What if...someone walks in."

"Let them. I'll show them that you're mine." He snarled, leaving another hickey on your shoulder.

"I'm going to cum!" You gasped, squeezing your wet walls around his fingers. Before you could cum he ripped his fingers out leaving you breathless and aching.

"Wha-Why-?"

"Beg." Leona growled.

"Eh?"

"Beg for my cock. After the little stunt you pulled it's only fair you feel the humiliation too."

"F-Fuck you!"

You yelped feeling him roughly pinch your nipples, tugging on them roughly.

"Augh! Stop!" You pleaded reaching for his hands. Leona grabbed onto your wrists and pinned your hands to the wall.

"Keep your hands to the wall, slut." Leona demanded.

He reached back down to rub your aching clit, but this time more slowly and gently. You tried to push him closer with your hips but his other hand landed a rough spank.

You yipped and curled your fingernails into the wall tiling. He continued his slow pace, but you kept your mouth shut defiantly.

"You're such a brat," Leona spanked you again, "Just say you want me to fuck you."

"Leona," You whined.

"Yes?"

"Please."

"Please what?" He teased sliding his cock tip to your entrance before pulling out repeatedly.

"Neyah! Please Leona! Fuck me with your cock...I need your cock now!" You whimpered.

Leona smirked and placed his hands on your hips, shoving himself in a quick thrust. You freely moaned feeling how large he truly was, harshly stretching you out.

He gave you a minute to adjust, brushing your wet hair aside to leave more bites. He glanced down to where he saw your plump cheeks squished to his hips. You dedicated your work out times to your ass and abdomen, at least when Leona is there, teasing him at how lovely your ass was.

He couldn't get enough as he started a deep, hard pace his cock deep inside and hard enough he could hear your ass clapping. Leona's fingers were digging deep into your hips, there was going to be fingerprint bruises left.

"You are so wet! I can just feel your pussy sucking me in. So damn tight! Dammit!" The lion snarled.

"Leona! More! Please! More! More!" You pleaded.

Leona grinned and pulled out flipping you over so your back was against the tile. He grabbed you under your thighs and raised you up until your legs wrapped around his hips. It only took a few seconds for Leona to insert himself back in and continue thrusting, lazily using gravity to help him get in deeper.

He continued to bite and kiss across your collarbones and chest. It would be impossible to cover every single hickey under your uniform, much less your workout gear.

"You're so damn cute, little bird. So sexy and yet some how still so cute. I could devour you." Leona growled against your lips.

You grabbed his face and slammed your lips against his, the ferocious kiss all teeth and tongue. The tempo of the wet slapping got louder and faster as you both neared your climax.

"Nyaaa~! Leona~!" You wailed, clenching tight around his cock.

You tilted your head back to rest against the tiles, whimpering and moaning in overstimulation as Leona chased his own orgasm. You dug your fingers into his hair and tugged causing him to moan and thrust harder.

Your throat clenching and releasing, struggling to gasp for air as he used you as a limp cock-sleeve.

"Pl-Please! It's too much-!" You begged, feeling your gut building another orgasm.

Your other hand scratched against his pec scratching his sensetive nipple. The lion growled against your throat daring you do it again.

"Just ugh..little more." Leona moaned.

You leaned down and bit on the lion's neck well you tugged on his hair.

He roared and bit down onto your neck hard until he could feel a pearl of blood against his tongue.

Your toes curled and a scream escaped your tortured throat as a second, smaller orgasm crashed over you. The lion filled you with cum, more and more just seemed to spill inside you.

When you opened your eyes you were sitting on the shower floor leaning against the wall. Leona was very gently cleaning you up, using the corded shower head. The gentle smell of your body wash was in the vapors as Leona washed it off of you.

"Hmph, I see you're awake?" He teased.

You blushed and snapped back, "So says the masochist!"

Leona chuckled and finished rinsing you off before he placed the shower head back. You stole a glance at his limp dick and questioned how that even got inside you erect.

"You stare at it any longer and it will think your ready to go again." Leona teased.

He grabbed his shampoo and started scrubbing his hair. You leaned your head back against the shower wall and tried to gain feeling in your legs.

Your hips definitely hurt a lot, but your legs were mostly numb.

You were able to move them around but when you tried to stand, they wobbled like a surfer with no balance. When you took a step forward your knee gave and you collided into Leona. He thankfully caught you, but at the cost that you had face-planted into his chest (titties).

"I don't think it's wise to try walking yet," The prince said, but you could hear the smirk in his voice.

He guided you to sit back down and relax well he quickly finished up. You wanted to keep your gaze elsewhere but it was hard when you had such a scultped body right in front of you.

How his abs flexed everytime he stretched his arms upwards. His arms were well sculpted, but not as big as Jack's. At last he was done and he scooped down to pick you up damsel in distress style.

You fussed but he didn't seem to listen as he set you down on the bench by the lockers. He pulled your clothing from the lockers and placed them beside you along with your towel.

"Need help getting dressed?" Leona asked. You were expecting it to be a tease, but the lion's question actually seemed honest.

"No, I got this." You answered drying yourself off, "Now can you give me some privacy?"

Leona huffed and distanced himself from you to let you get dressed. You had just finished slipping the straps of your bra on when you felt a gentle kiss on your shoulder.

You winced feeling the kiss was at the bite mark on the junction of your shoulder and neck.

"Did you have to mark me up so much?" You huffed slipping on your shirt.

It covered most of the hickies but there was still several ones that your shirt didn't cover.

"I marked you up as mine--Savanaclaw students especially can smell that my scent is all over you. No one will dare mess with what's mine." Leona purred nuzzling your neck.

You giggled at the ticklish sensation and kissed his nose, "Well you owe me, King of the Savannah. I can't walk for a while."

Leona smirked, "Just means more time for naps."...

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jinmukangwrites · 5 years ago

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Vulnerable

Batfamweek2020 Day 6 / Fluff / @official-batfam-week

Summary: Jason finds a little intruder in one of his safe houses. He tries to convince himself he doesn’t care until he finds out he really, really cares.

Yeah I know this is two days late. Listen, time is relative and the week isn’t over until I say it’s over. Also yes, the prompt is fluff and this seems to be mostly angst, but there’s cuddles at the end which is about as fluffy as you guys can get out of me.

AO3

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When Jason entered his safe house, he honestly wasn’t expecting anything to be amiss or out of place, yet here he is, walking up to the run down apartment squished between some Chinese takeout shop and a weird voodoo shop just to see the front door slightly ajar.

On instant high alert, Jason grabs at the gun on his hip and considers digging out a domino mask to hide his identity. He’s in street clothes, a civilian if you will. He’s just gotten back from grocery shopping to fill up his various houses with a resupply of food storage. He’s not really in the mood to fight anyone, and for all he knows whoever is inside his safe house could just be a squatter.

Though, no typical squatter can bypass his security measures. Whoever is here is competent enough to discharge his surplus of alarms and boobytraps.

And besides, whoever went through the trouble of breaking and entering into his safe house wouldn’t be there for Red Hood. They’re here for Jason.

He slowly places his bags of canned goods and such onto the ground and pulls his gun out so it’s held out in front of him. He stalks towards the door and takes a calming breath, not wanting to think about who could possibly be in there but also thinking of the worst case scenario.

Maybe just a smart squatter. Could be the Joker. Maybe Bruce. Jason doesn’t if Bruce falls in the good or bad category, but Jason swears to god if he barges in there and it’s just that stupid bastard Jason will categorize him as the absolute worst and might just shoot the jerk-face anyway.

Jason kicks the door open hard enough to make it’s hinges squeal in protest. His gaze instantly locks on a figure sitting on his moth eaten sofa he placed in front of a display TV that he took from the local Walmart.

What? It was “broken” and they were going to throw it away even though he could easily fix it. No harm no foul.

The figure on his sofa looks up from a phone in their hands with a glare, and Jason lowers his gun with a scoff and returns the narrowed eyes with his own.

“What the heck are you doing here, tater-tot?” He demands.

“Tt,” Damian rolls his eyes and returns to his phone, Jason leans his head forward a little to see what the brat is doing on it and it looks to be... that Animal Crossing app. Huh. “It’s none of your business, Todd.”

Jason scoffs, putting his gun back in his holster. “This is my safe house, to which the door you left open. It’s every ounce of my business.”

“Fine,” Damian snarls, standing up abruptly and shoving his phone inside his jacket pocket. “I’ll leave then.”

Jason has to fight to not make any of his utter bafflement physical as he makes a grab for the kid’s arm before he can retreat through the door. “Oh no you don’t. You’re not leaving until I get a straight answer out of ya-“

Damian jerks his arm violently and Jason just manages to keep a grasp on him. “Unhand me, you imbecile!”

“Ah, nah,” Jason retorts, grabbing his other arm as Damian goes to throw a punch. Damian squirms and Jason fights off a sigh as he has to kneel down and hold the brat in an almost white knuckled grasp so he doesn’t escape. He really hopes no one steals his groceries while it’s just sitting out there ripe for the taking. “You broke into my house, you can leave and go throw a tantrum somewhere else after this, I could seriously care less, but if I have to tie you to a chair and play Justin Bieber until you talk I will.”

Damian shoots Jason a look of pure loathing before he glares at his shoes, no longer struggling but still looking like he’ll dart for the nearest exit the moment Jason lowers his guard. “It’s nothing. I shouldn’t have come here. Let me go.” A second. Then a small: “Please.”

“Okay,” Jason says, and if he didn’t have both his hands keeping Damian still, he would be rubbing the bridge of his nose. Where’s the golden boy when you need him? “Okay, something is clearly up with you. What’s up? Did Titus poo on your bed? Break an expensive pot? Accidentally kill someone-?”

“I don’t kill,” Damian snarls suddenly, and the ferocity of the statement has Jason blinking in shock. Damian is refusing to look up now, eyes blinking quicker than normal. “I don’t. Not anymore. I don’t.”

Jason narrows his eyes and gets down on his knees to become level with the little midget. “Kid. Talk to me. What’s going on?”

Damian sniffs, uses his shoulders to rub at his eyes, and there’s a suspicious glint in his green irises that has Jason suddenly feel a rush of panic. Oh heck nah. This is Goldilocks’ problem. Jason should have just let the kid go. Yeah, he asked what was bothering him but the last thing he expected were tears. However, Damian looks just as shocked with himself as Jason is and quickly bites his lip.

“Can I stay the night?” Damian asks suddenly, throwing another red flag up in Jason’s mind. Whatever is going on, Damian doesn’t want to go home where his daddy-dearest and perfect oldest brother are probably waiting for him in a panic. He know’s Dickhead is in town. He posted a picture of Alfred the Cat on his Instagram just a few hours ago, saying it felt good to be home.

Jason is almost tempted to grab the brat and stuff him a duffel, lock the zippers with a cable tie and drop him at the front gates for Alfred to find, just so he doesn’t have to deal with this, but then he studies the kid for a moment, seeing a vulnerability in him that he can’t say he’s ever seen before. He sighs.

“Fine. Don’t explain. Go to the couch and play your cute game thing. I’ll be back.”

Damian gives him an unimpressed glare. “It’s not a cute game.”

“I know what Animal Crossing is, sweetie-pie,” Jason says back, ruffling the younger’s hair and biting back a chuckle that tries to escape his throat as Damian tries to whack at his hand. “It’s a cute game.”

Jason watches Damian retreat back to the sofa, but this time the brat puts in some earbuds and curls up between the arm and the back of the couch, bringing his knees to his chest and his hoodie over his head. Jason has to gather all his will power to not roll his eyes as he stands up and goes out to grab his—thankfully untouched—groceries.

He walks in and begins to take everything out of the bags. He watches Damian out of the corner of his eyes as he does so, but the brat doesn’t move. Just flicks his finger over the screen, perhaps trying to catch a fish or something. He doesn’t dwell on it though, thinking about the tears that had threatened to fall a moment ago. They could have been a trick, a way for Damian to get Jason off his back because it would undoubtedly make Jason too uncomfortable to push more, but at the same time he knows Damian is awful at fake crying. He has a lot of pride stuffed in that little body.

He shakes his head and begins to sort the cans for storage, leaving a few out for dinner he guesses. He was planning on just going to the Batburger—because the Chinese restaurant next door gave him a night in the bathroom to remember the last time he ate there—and grabbing something filled with carbs, but now that the little bat-brat is here that’s sort of thrown out the window. He’s still hungry though.

Lets see, he has a can of sloppy joe, some buns in the pantry that are hopefully not moldy yet, and some mixed vegetables. Easy.

He begins to pull out various pots and pans to begin the last second dinner. It doesn’t take long for the meat to start sizzling while the vegetables just barely begin to warm. He sets a pan lid over the meat and lets it simmer as he goes to grab the buns and some American cheese slices. He eyes Damian as he does so, noting how the kid hasn’t moved since Jason had told him he could stay.

Whatever. It’s not his problem. He’s not worried about the tyke at all...

When everything is finally heated and warm it suddenly occurs to him that Dick has mentioned here and there that Damian was actually vegetarian. Jason curses and opens the fridge, looking for anything that’s leafy and green. Thankfully, he manages to scrape together a sad amount of green lettuce and half a tomato. He sniffs a bottle of ranch and looks at it’s expiration date and wrinkles his nose. He’ll let Damian choose if he wants ranch or not. He grabs two plastic plates and places his own Joe with cheese down on one plate and scoops out a helping of corn, peas, and carrots while he makes a terribly depressed salad on the other. He sighs and adds double the helping of vegetables onto Damain’s plate. If only he had shredded cheese or croutons or even garbanzo beans...

He plops himself down next to the kid and clears his throat, placing Damian’s sad sad meal down on the coffee table with his bottle of devious ranch and then digs into his sloppy joe, grabbing a remote to turn on the TV to something probably boring and dumb.

He watches as Damian wrinkles his nose slightly at his meal, and Jason almost prepares himself to snap that he did his best, but Damian surprises him and takes the plate into his lap. He takes out his earbuds and clicks his phone off, shifting so he can see the TV better.

Thankfully Jason manages to find a channel that’s replaying Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire so the silence between the two of them isn’t as awkward as it could be. Damian picks at his browning salad and makes a move to communicate.

They watch the movie in silence, and Jason finds himself not being able to actually concentrate as his mind keeps wondering what could be up with Damian.

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“Alrighty,” Jason says, clapping his hands together as the movie credits begin to roll. “Goodnight.”

Damian doesn’t say anything as Jason gets up and gathers the paper plates to throw them away. Jason is determined to just go to bed and not deal with any of this in the morning. Sure, he should go out as Hood and take down some gangs, but Damian doesn’t appear to have his costume—let alone a change of clothes—with him and there’s no way Jason is leaving him here alone.

He should just call Dick. Call him and he’d gladly drop everything he’s doing to take the kid away. However, he can’t help but feel a sense of unity when he notices Damain’s phone ding with a little text notification and Damian quickly sliding it away, not even reading it.

Besides, Jason said he could stay the night. What kind of person would he be if he couldn’t make good on his word? He’s an ex-killer not a complete jackass.

He retreats to his room, releasing a sigh and shutting the door. It’s a small house, nothing but a living room, kitchen, master bedroom, and bathroom. Damian will have to sleep on the couch because there’s no way Jason is letting him take his bed. He takes off his shirt and changes into a pair of looser fitting pants as he crawls into the rickety old bed that was discounted at IKEA because someone broke some pieces. The blankets he slips into are thin but many. Well, three. It’s decent enough, he can survive most cold nights with the warmth three thin, threadbare blankets could scrap up.

He closes his eyes, thinking about nothing other than sleep.

He wonders if he has a blanket out there for-

Woah wait. Hold up. Nooope. Go to bed Jason. Go to bed...

Sleep...

It’s a colder night and the living room gets colder than the bedroom...

But it’s warm in his blankets so he won’t worry about it... sleep... sleep sleep sleep...

He peeks his eye open and looks at his phone sitting on the mattress beside his head.

Not even fifteen minutes has passed. He growls and forces his eyes closed, curling his knees so they’re almost touching his chest. Did he lock the door? He’s pretty sure he locked the door. Though, if he didn’t that would mean someone could barge in and the first thing they’d see was a small kid in his day clothes shivering in the cold of the living room with no pillow.

No, he definitely locked the door. He definitely locked it just like how he definitely doesn’t care if a certain demon brat is crashing on his couch in day old clothes with no pillow or blanket.

He opens his eyes, looks at how only a minute has passed and silently curses to himself.

Shit.

He cares.

He throws the blankets off from his body and slips off the side of his bed to his feet. He looks around his room and grabs at one out of two pillows he was using and then tears off one out of three blankets and stomps towards his door, just to stop and growl as he turns around and finds the smallest shirt and sweats he could find.

He barges into the living room and Damian practically jumps from his curled up position on the couch. Jason ignores the subject of his lack of sleep as he goes to the door, grabs the handle, and giggles it to make sure it’s locked.

It’s locked.

He turns heel and Damian is watching him as if he’s grown a second head. Jason ignores the stare and dumps the pile of fabric in his arms onto the kid. Damian squawks but Jason ignores that and storms back to his room, trying to ignore the goosebumps on his arms and chest from the cold of the room and how he’s making a thirteen year old kid sleep out here and- NOPE! He’s not worried about it. He gave him a blanket and pillow and even some of his own clothes. Damian will survive and Jason will sleep.

He hits his pillow, trying not to mourn the girth he’s lost beneath his head because he’s too nice of a guy sometimes, and curls up in his two blankets, fighting off the threat of shivers from going out into the chilly air. He eventually warms up, just like actual sleep begins to lure him, and soon he’s not thinking about much of anything...

...

Was that a sniffle?

His eyes creek open against his will. Time has felt like it moved, and when he glares at his phone to see two hours has passed he curses the gods for making this night as difficult as possible. He’s about to close his eyes again when the something that woke him up that he had almost forgot about sounds again.

A sniff. From the other side of the door. It sounds wet, like it belongs to a runny nose and his eyebrows come together. Yeah it’s cold out in the living room but not that cold. He closes his eyes, blaming dramatics, when the sniffle sounds again, but with something else this time that has Jason practically jumping out of his bed like he’s been electrocuted.

A whimper. That was a whimper.

He creeps towards the door, something heavy in his gut, and places his ear on the thin wood.

He can hear it all clearly now. The sniffles, the tiny choked off whimpers of someone trying to not make too much noise, the panting breaths.

Crying. Someone’s crying on the other side of his door and it’s two in the morning and Jason is all of a sudden thinking about the ignored texts, the silent acceptance of not even sub-par food, the cute distracting animal game, the caught in the headlights look when Jason stormed out earlier, the almost desperate way he asked to crash the night here, the angry outburst the he’s not a killer.

Jason doesn’t care. He doesn’t. This is Dick’s job. Not Jason. Jason is the family black sheep who people avoid unless they want something, and Jason avoids them right back. Dick is the big, caring, older brother while Jason is the distant outcast. Jason doesn’t care if Damian is in his living room crying. He really, truly, awfully, lyingly doesn’t care.

Shit.

He cares.

crying opens his door slowly and the sniffling and whimpering instantly cuts off. The door swings slowly open and Jason is left standing in his doorway watching as Damian wipes furiously at his eyes and glares at the opposite side of the room, curling up and biting his lower lip to perhaps stop it from trembling.

“What do you want, Todd,” Damian snarls, but his voice tremors and Jason has to fight down the panic threatening to escape his throat because he has no clue what to do. Here’s some kid who’s legally his youngest brother who’s swimming in his too big clothes with tear tracks down his cheeks and Jason cannot think of a single thing to do.

What would Dick do? Dick would smile and probably gather the kid up in a hug and say everything will be okay and other soppy comforting crap. Jason runs the scenario out in his head, imagines him trying to approach the kid with open arms to give him a hug. Strangely enough, while he can easily imagine Dick and Damian ending up cuddling or whatever, Jason can only see himself writhing on the floor with a knife between his ribs.

So, the Dick-protocol is out. Jason needs to do something else, and quick.

He grinds his jaw and forces himself to leave the safety of the room. Damian watches him warily as he slowly sits up and backs up to the corner of the sofa, furthest from where Jason is approaching from. Jason gives the kid a side eyed glance before he grabs at the remote and turns on the TV.

Jason isn’t the best with cuddles or comfort, but the least he can do is sit it out and let Damian decide what the next step is, even if Jason has to sit here shirtless in the chilly living room with the TV turned low on some Spanish soap channel for the rest of the night.

Somehow, Damian doesn’t fight that. He just wipes his eyes again, getting rid of most evidence of tear tracks, and then settles into his corner, stubbornly watching the TV.

Forty minutes into the soap marathon, right when someone is revealed to not be the father—gasp—something finally happens.

Damian speaks.

“Do you regret it?” Says a small voice in a whisper. Jason turns his head and he almost has to squint his eyes to make sure he’s seeing things correctly. Damian is valiantly avoiding his gaze, staring straight at the TV. His hands are nervously pulling at the strings of his borrowed sweatpants though, which is a sight Jason never thought he’d see.

“Regret what?” He questions.

Damian worries his lip for a second and something shiny swims in his eyes. Jason remains silent until Damian finally speaks. “Killing those people.”

Finally, Damian looks at Jason and he looks so vulnerable and scared and Jason is pretty sure this is all just some sort of fever dream because what the hell. His brain short circuits and restarts as he tries to gather his thoughts, but suddenly all his thoughts are nothing more than green anger as he hacks through the necks of drug dealers and stuffs heads in duffel bags. Thoughts lined with lividity as he shoots at rapists and murderers and gets blood splattered on his red mask. Thoughts of holding the Joker against his chest, pressing the point of his gun against the psychopaths temple and screaming a choice at Bruce.

The Joker, or him.

He absentmindedly reaches for the scar on his neck; it’s a unique one for the fact it’s not one that he gained in death nor in his autopsy. It’s thin and precise and did just enough damage for Jason to accidentally let go of the Joker and grab at the sharp batarang sticking out from his neck, blood already leaking through his fingers. Proof that Bruce would rather slice his neck than let a mindless murderer continue to breathe. A permanent reminder that Jason isn’t as important as some no-kill-rule. A warning he should never attempt something like that ever again.

He’s been doing better. He hasn’t killed anyone since... since forever. His bullets are not ones made to kill. His aims are not lethal. When he shoots he shoots because he has to, and he’s been forcing himself to use his fists first.

Does he regret it? Does he regret getting so angry and hurt and confused that he killed dozens of people just to get Black Mask angry so he could get to Joker and therefore Batman? Does he regret the blood on his hands? The hours clutching his chest in the shower after the first life he took, scrubbing at his skin so it’s red and raw, repeating over and over and over to himself that this will all be worth it. The days avoiding the freezer where he stored the severed heads until he had all of them because he was afraid he’d puke? The months convincing himself that beating his replacement senseless would be worth it?

Does he regret it?

He clutches the material of his pants with one hand and rubs the length of his scar with his other, taking a deep breath.

“No.”

Damian’s eyes widen slightly in shock, and Jason realizes he was expecting a different answer. He clears his throat, fights the urge to hug himself like he’s raw and vulnerable. An animal on display.

“I don’t regret killing those people. But if I was sent back in time and given the option to redo everything... I wouldn’t have done it.”

“I don’t understand,” Damian says and Jason releases a bitter chuckle.

“I’m a different person now, and back then killing those people I felt was the only thing I could do. I used to... sit and wonder about what I could have done differently, what I could have changed, but I decided it isn’t worth it. I killed those people in cold blood, and if I regret it now then I won't be able to move on. So no, I don’t regret it.”

“Oh.”

There’s a moment of silence and Jason sighs. “Look, I enjoy talking about my past as much as the next guy, but why do you bring it up?“

Damian bites his lip again, and Jason almost worries that sooner or later he’s going to draw blood with his sharp canines, but Damian brings his legs to his chest and stars absentmindedly at the TV as some chick slaps another chick for whatever reason.

“I regret them,” Damian whispers, and Jason decides now would be a wise time to remain silent. “I killed people because my mother and grandfather said it was my birthright too. I was superior and they were worthless. I never... thought anything of it. Until now.” He takes a shaky breath and continues, rubbing his eye with his shoulder. “I promised Grayson I would never kill again, and I’ve always intended to keep that promise for myself if not for him. B-but father doesn’t trust me all the time and it’s hard t-to think that I’m ever going to live up to that promise when he’s constantly telling me how I could have slipped up or how I could have killed... killed somebody a-and it’s been three years since- and why doesn’t he trust me? Why does he always think I’m... I’m gonna...”

He breaks off into a painful sounding sob and Jason watches wide eyed, completely at a loss of what to do. He sits there and watches as Damian explains through sobs that someone died yesterday, a criminal he was chasing. The man accidentally slipped off the docks into the freezing, churning, unforgiving water of Gotham Bay and drowned before Robin could safely get down to him. Batman arrived just as Robin pulled his dead body back onto the docks. Batman tried to resuscitate him, but with no luck.

Robin was benched, blamed for his death, and Nightwing didn’t take his side.

Bruce said he could have reacted faster. Dick chose to try and stay in the middle but ended up just getting Bruce mad at both of them and Damian feeling betrayed.

It’s no wonder Damian ran out and was ignoring every text message sent his way. He feels like his whole world has turned against him. Jason is almost tempted to let the kid stay more than the night.

Somehow, Jason’s managed to scoot closer to the crying kid, and somehow, Damian’s ended up under his arms. Leaning against his chest, crying and letting the warm tears run down his cheeks and against Jason’s skin. It feels personal. It feels open. It feels secret and sacred.

Jason clutches the kid closer, and he doesn’t say a thing because he doesn’t know what to say quite yet.

He just holds him, then when Damian tires himself out and his eyes become puffy and half-lidded, Jason gathers him up and carries him to the bedroom, his arms too full to turn off the TV. Damian instantly curls up into his side as he lays them both down onto the bed, dragging the sheets.

People die on patrol, yet Bruce seems to be the hardest on them when it’s the criminals who die. Victims, choking on their own blood and crying, eyes going milky, but Bruce only sees the criminal that Jason aloud to get shot by their own partner, he only sees the thug Jason aloud to get stabbed through the gut when Joker got sick of them. It’s a whole, vile system Bruce has. When victims die, it’s no one’s fault, but when the bad guys die, they should have been strong enough and brave enough and fast enough to stop it.

Jason doesn’t think Bruce will ever trust Jason not to kill. He doesn’t think Bruce will ever trust Damian not to kill.

So the least Jason can do right now while Bruce seethes and Dick tries to mediate is hold Damian a little tighter as a promise that Jason is on his side instead of the people who are supposed to be.

He hopes it’s enough. Because it’s truly the least he can do.

#jason todd #damian wayne #red hood #robin #dc #dc comics #batman comics #fan fic #batfamweek2020 #jin writes

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I wrote a very short drabble about the nature of Penny and Leech’s relationship. But really I just wanted to write gore and horror. I guess it takes place after the main plot? But yeah. Kinda NSFW. Actually yeah its NSFW. You’ll see.

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The two college boys climbed the steps of the haunted out slowly and shakily. Their task was simple, sneak out past the curfew and go into the haunted house for one night. Then its sorority chicks and frat parties for the next four years. The door creaked loudly as the first boy opened it and they both almost ran when they saw the decrepit interior. The second young man took the first step being the braver of the two. They walked quietly through the entrance hall past the cobweb covered fireplace the phrase “Good Cheer, Good Friends” carved into it. They didn’t notice the modern pictures in the old frames and the horrible twisted looking characters sitting together and smiling like family. The first boy tapped the second on the shoulder and pointed to a christmas tree set up in the sitting room “Who do you think did that?” he whispered.

“Probably squatters.” the other said.

They jumped at the sound of a muffled whimper coming from somewhere in the house. “Dude listen…. is that jingling?” the one said to the other. Sure enough there was a soft jingling rhythm coming from the bowels of the basement. “Do we check it out?”

“I guess?”

They made their way down to the basement through the kitchen the jingling grew louder. A deep growl stopped them in their tracks as they reached for the door. Something on the other side hissed and giggled.

The boys cautiously opened the cellar door and two pairs of glowing eyes snapped in their direction. “Uh…occupied?!” a voice nervously called out of the darkness.

“He-hello?” the braver of the friends called out to the occupants hesitantly he waved a flashlight around searching for the source of the noise.

“Shit pen humans! How the hell did you not sense them?” the voice hissed.

“Well pardon me for being a bit distracted!” a shaky male voice panted out an answer.

“Get off of me so I can grab them!”

“Ah Ah! I saw them first”

“How!? You’re not even facing the door you selfish idiot!”

“Um so like are you guys squatters or..” the boy shined the flashlight in the direction of the voices and suddenly wished he hadn’t. A seven foot clown and what looked like a living corpse under him both recoiled in embarrassment.

“DO YOU MIND!” the undead girl shouted and tried to cover herself with a tentacle coming from the chest of the beast above her.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!….. IS IT FUCKING HER?”

“Was, until you assholes broke into our house on our fucking honeymoon. Sheesh, so much for a weekend of privacy.”

“Will you stop calling it that?” the clown snarled.

“Look Pen, I am completely fine not doing the whole wedding thing but if I’m going to be your mate I am sure as hell getting a damn honeymoon and we have put this off far too long!”

“S-should we go dude?” the boys whispered to each other.

“How many times do I need to tell you it’s not at like a human marriage Leechie. Its more like…….ducklings?”

“Yeah, yeah imprints I get it. We got to do that part your way let me have this. I even kicked everyone out this weekend just so we could be alone!” she snapped at him and added in a lower tone “At least the damn duckling part is spot on…..clingy bastard.”

“Just keeping my precious mate nice and safe!” he purred at her and patted her head. “Speaking of-“ the clown snapped his head around like an owl his bones cracking and distorting in his neck till he was staring directly at the boys.

“W h e r e d o y o u t h i n k y o u ‘ r e g o i n g??” the beast’s body followed its head making more sickening sounds. The clowns costume began stitching itself back together and the boys could see a horrible gaping mouth on its chest slowly zippering itself shut.

“RUN DUDE!” the first student said making a break up the stairs for the cellar door only to be stopped by a horrible upside-down cheshire wall of teeth. The creatures jaws opened and drool ran down her fangs. She let out an awful shriek and a twisted black claw shot out of the darkness around her. It wrapped around her victim’s head then violently yanked him up the wall his flashlight waving frantically till it fell to the floor. There was panicked screaming, a wail of pain followed by a terrifying crunch then stillness. The other college boy frantically grabbed the fallen flashlight and tried to raise it up to where his friend had been pulled away. What he saw was a waterfall of blood running down the door and dripping into a pool on the floor. The light followed the blood up till it stopped on his friends legs hanging limp and jerking haphazardly. There were disgusting squelching noises and a horrible churr filling the air a large chunk of flesh dropped to the ground at his feet followed by his friends watch. “OH MY GOD!” The boy cried out and fell backwards down the stairs. He frantically tried to stand and grab his flashlight completely forgetting about the other un-fed monster in the room with him. When he stood with the light in his hand the clown casually walked into it and grinned. “Isn’t she beautiful?” he said gesturing to the creature devouring the young man’s friend. “How can I stay mad at her when she puts on such a fantastic little show!”

The young man took a step back, the clown grinned and took a much larger step forward. “Why don’t we give my mate a grand finale?” he let out a serpentine hiss and his teeth changed to fangs like that of a viper. A forked tongue flicked out and tasted the air drool and venom fell from his mouth onto the cellar floor. Serpents coiled around the young man’s legs restricting his movement and the clown’s lower half shifted and stitched together till he had the body of a snake instead of legs. Something bit the poor lad on the leg, his whole body started to go numb and limp as more snakes coiled around him restricting his movement completely. The clown-snake slithered up to him and threw his large coils around his body crushing the young man tighter. With every exhale and attempt at screaming the clown’s grip on him tightened till he was barely breathing. The entire time the horrible creature’s mouth unhinged and stretched open over the college boy’s head cold slimy globs of drool fell onto his face which burned his skin. The last thing he saw as his breath left his body were millions of fangs and two beautiful cold lights dancing in a hypnotic circle. The creatures jaws closed around his head and he was no more.

Pennywise crunched down and severed the head from the body wrapped in his coils. he dropped both and whisked himself back together with a satisfied chuckle.

“You know Leechie up there actually likes being restrained.” Pennywise said to the twitching body as it fell to the ground. He turned to his mate licking the blood off his lips flashing a devious smirk.

“Do not!!!” came the vampires voice from the dark.

“What do you call five minutes ago darling? A sexy hug?” the clown laughed and licked his lips again tasting the blood on them.

“F-fuck you!”

“Come back down and you can! Hahahahah!”

There was a moment of silence in the cellar between the two monsters the flashlight still clutched in the hand of the headless young college student flickered off briefly. When it came back on their lips were locked together claws raking against each others body’s and twisting in wild orange hair. The light flickered off again and after a few moments there was a ripping sound followed by something slithering.

“Really? the tentacles again?”

“Just picking up where I left off darling. Besides I have a point to prove now!”

Leech gasped suddenly when something yanked open her legs and slithered against her.

“Seeeeee you like it!” her mate hissed into her ear flicking out his forked tongue that he decided to keep for just a little while longer.

“Can you at least lock the front door this time before we go any further?” the vampire panted.

The clown huffed and rolled his eyes. He snapped his fingers and there was a loud hasty slam upstairs. Penny leaned in close to her.

“Any more interruptions?”

“Just one” Leech grinned at him and squirmed in the grip of his tendrils.

“What is it now?” the clown snarled.

“Love youuu!” she blew him a cheesy kiss as she wiggled more in his grasp.

Pennywise rumbled in pleasant surprise. A lustful grin grew on his features as he leaned in close his eyes lit up in the dark. His claws cupped her cheeks and a particularly slimy black tendril wrapped its self around his mate’s throat. “Love you too kitten.” he hissed and kissed her hard, making sure that this time no one was to disturb him and his precious mate.

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They cute man. But also terrifying. Anyway they’re not technically married but more bonded. He imprinted on her like a horrifying murder duckling. Leech being Leech she has to have at least one thing her way and if its a winning situation for Penny he’ll usually go along with it. Let her call your romantic staycation whatever she wants clownboi you’re getting lots of extra attention don’t complain. I also wanted to do something for this naga Snakeywise I've seen some folks drawing. I hate to spread the fear of snakes (snakes are angelic noodles of love!) but I gotta admit I loved writing this.

#pennywise #pennywise x oc #monster roommate au #pennywise fanfiction #it fanfiction

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