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Red Flags and Long Nights

Real Dad!Leon S. Kennedy x daughter fem!reader (one shot)

hello hello 👋 this is the fic written for the milestone celebration poll winner (real dad taking accidental viagra); big big thanks to all of you who have gotten me here!! 💜 💜 I’m so thankful everyday that you guys choose to read/like/share/interact with my fics and just me in general! 🥰 so without further ado, I hope you enjoy this one shot!!!

WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI, INCEST, dead dove content, dad/daughter incest, groping, slight cnc, dirty talk, breast play, oral (m receiving), kissing, teasing, unprotected sex, creampie

not proofread 😅 some of it was written while sleepy so hopefully it makes sense haha

title from Red Flags and Long Nights from She Wants Revenge

<<prequel: Oh By Gosh, By Golly>>

One day, your mom calls you up out of the blue wanting to talk about planning a family vacation this year. Somewhere with sandy beaches and clear blue water. Something over an extended weekend once everyone can take off work. She’s already talked it over with your dad and he’s agreeable as long as it doesn’t cost an arm and a leg. 

As she talks, you pull open your calendar and look over your work schedule. Once you find a date that works, she promises to text you the details of the Air B&B she plans to book. You bid her goodbye and hang up the phone, quietly excited about a beach trip even if it is with your parents. 

You keep busy as you slowly count down the days; long graduated from college but still struggling to find work in your major, you’ve had to settle for any job opportunity that will pay the bills. Luckily enough, you were hired to work at the local post office. It’s not a glamorous job by any means, but you do get federal holidays off and your boss is pretty lenient with you. It’s a cinch to put in your PTO for the extended weekend you plan to spend with your parents. 

The morning you drive down to the beach house is pleasant; it’s early enough you miss out on a bunch of traffic which helps you save enough time to splurge a little and grab some coffee. Following the GPS, you get to the beach house in the afternoon with plenty of sunshine left to enjoy. Your parent’s car is already parked outside so you don’t have to worry about figuring out how to unlock the joint.

You grab your small suitcase and make your way into the lovely three story home. As you walk up the gravel sidewalk, you take in how secluded the area truly is and how lucky your mom was in getting such a nice place. You’re pretty sure it cost out the ass, but hey who’re you to deny such generosity?

The door swings open before you touch the handle and your mom pulls you into a hug. 

“Oh honey, I’m so happy you could make it!”

Breathing in the perfume embedded into your brain from childhood, you give her a quick squeeze back before pulling away. 

“Me too,” you smile, “this place is amazing!”

She laughs and moves further into the house, looking back as you follow along behind after closing the door. 

“A friend of a friend owns this place so it was pretty easy to get. Even your father can’t throw one of his little hissy fits about the cost,” she rolls her eyes and you breathe out a laugh. 

“Where is he?” You look around but only see the open kitchen leading off into the dining room. 

“Down at the beach,” she points to the sliding glass doors on the other side of the living room, “I told him I wanted to stay up here for when you arrived.”

You nod and smile at her again, “Thanks, I appreciate it. I’m gonna go put my stuff up and change then we can head down ourselves.”

She nods, “There’s a handful of bedrooms on the second and third floor. Your dad and I are staying in the master down here so you have your choice of rooms.”

“Nice, be back in a sec,” grabbing your luggage, you climb the stairs to scout out where you want to sleep. 

You pick a cute room on the third floor; it has a little balcony with a couple of chairs that gives you a fantastic view for miles around. You toss your clothes into the dresser and quickly change into your swimsuit. Grabbing a towel and some sunscreen, you slide on your sandals and make your way back downstairs. Your mom, wearing a big floppy hat, is already standing outside the sliding doors. 

You chatter with each other, just catching up on your day to day, while you both make your way down the little path that leads out onto the beach. As soon as your sandals hit the sand, you see a huge beach umbrella. 

“Glad to know he won’t burn,” your mom laughs, toeing off her own sandals to walk barefoot over to your dad. 

Following her lead, you take off your sandals and carry them over to the blanket underneath the shade of the umbrella. 

“‘Bout time,” a groggy baritone meets your ears. 

“Shush, Leon, it didn’t kill you to nap on the beach now did it?”

Your dad just mumbles a reply to your mom before raising up. He squints over at you, eyes heavy lidded from sleep as you set your stuff down. 

“The drive okay?”

You laugh and finally look over at him, “It was fine.”

His blue eyes sharpen as they read your expression before darting down to give you a once over. Your nipples tighten against your will and his gaze seems to linger there for a split second before flicking back up to your face. Plastering on a fake smile, you sit down and grab your sunscreen. 

“Want some help with that?” Your dad nods to the little bottle in your hands. 

“S-sure.”

You kinda hope the ground splits open to swallow you whole, but instead you just move over to where your dad is sitting up on the blanket, hand outstretched to grab the sunscreen. 

“Well while you two do that, I’m going to go take a dip,” your mom beams at you, completely leaving you alone to wallow in this newfound awkwardness. 

Keeping your back to your dad, you feel his broad calloused palms drag the slick lotion all over your back and shoulders, deftly massaging it in. For the last few years, there’s been a line of tension between you and Leon. An accidental kiss under the mistletoe where you both used too much tongue to be appropriate (any tongue isn’t appropriate but you’re blaming the alcohol everyone had been drinking).  

Since then, you’ve both watched the other. Glances too heated to be innocent, brushing against each other unnecessarily… and now with his sun warmed hands rubbing across your back, your brain empties as your body buzzes with arousal.

It’s why it takes a second for you to realize that your dad has moved on to rubbing in the sunblock across your ribs and over your clavicle. His hands come up and cup your breasts, stiff nipples showing through the fabric. 

“Gotta make sure to get everywhere,” his breath gusts past your ear as his hands slip under your top and massages the fat of your breasts. 

“Ohh,” you whimper quietly, cunt pulsing warmly in time with your heartbeat.  

He squeezes and rubs across your soft skin, fingers plucking at your stiff peaks until you moan brokenly. 

“Dad,” your breathy exaltation has him pinching and twisting your nipples before groping your breasts roughly in his hands. 

“‘M almost done,” he licks the shell of your ear and your thighs twitch, “you’ve got such nice tits, princess. Don’t want’em to burn.”

You press your hand over your mouth to muffle the whine you let slip. With one last harsh pinch to your nipples, he lets go, scooting back away from you. 

“Should be good to go,” he grins at your dazed look, “don’t keep your mom waiting.”

Shaking your head, you blink rapidly and slowly climb to your feet. As you pass by Leon, his hand reaches up and smacks your ass hard. 

“Be a good girl, okay?”

“Y-yeah, dad.”

You pad out to the ocean, waving to your mom as she looks for seashells in the shallow water. Wading out far enough for water to hit your chest, you finally let yourself sigh out loud. 

“What in the fuck?!”

You rub wet hands over your face as you gaze out onto the horizon. Flirting is one thing, but getting felt up by your dad is definitely crossing the line. You shiver, clit still throbbing as you reach down to press your palm against your cunt. Even as messed up as it may make you, you wish he would’ve slipped his hand down and fingered your pussy. 

The sun glaring off the water makes you squint even as you enjoy the scenery, trying your best to squish all the other thoughts and feelings you’ve had in the past half hour down into a little box you can open later. It works for a time, until the squinting becomes too much and the glare is driving sharp little needles into your brain. 

Leaving the water, you make your way over to your mom as she scoops up more shells with a net. 

“I’m gonna head in, got a bit of a headache,” you wince as the sun bounces off her watch into your eyes. 

“Let me walk with you,” she frowns, “you’re looking a little washed out.”

You nod and follow her back up to the beach blanket, eyes skirting over where your dad’s lounging reading a book. 

“We’re headed up to the house, do you need anything?”

Your mom grabs her bag and your stuff as your dad sets his book down onto his lap. He looks at you then back to his wife. 

“No, once I finish this, I’ll be heading up, too.”

She hums and takes you by the arm, helping guide you back to the house since the pain beats a tempo behind your eyes and makes your vision a little blurry. Once in the house, she helps you upstairs to your room. In doing so, she makes sure to stop in at the bathroom on the bottom floor to point out the migraine medicine in the cabinet.

Entering your room, she sits you down on your bed. She tucks you in and makes sure to close the blinds before walking back into the hallway. Turning, she gives you a concerned look.

“I’m going to head into town. It’s about an hour's drive from here so I won’t be back til later. If you need anything, call, okay?”

You hum in reply already drifting to sleep in hopes you’ll feel better once you crash for a few hours. The nap helps and by the time you come to, your headache is completely gone. Waking up is a chore however; it takes you a minute to realize where you are, eyelids sticking together, gummy with sleep. 

Raising up on your elbows, you reach over to the side table and grab your phone. Eyebrows pinching together, you blink sluggishly until you can read the time. It’s only late afternoon even if it feels like you’ve slept through the night. Climbing out of bed, you change before leaving your room with a plan on grabbing some water from the kitchen. 

It’s noticeably quiet as you finally step out on the bottom floor. Your mom must still be gone since you don’t see her shoes by the front door. 

“Fuck.”

You hear the muttered curse from the half open bathroom door that you’re walking past heading to the kitchen. 

“Everything okay?” 

You slowly press the door all the way open and your dad fumbles with a towel before placing it over his lap as he sits heavily down on the edge of the tub. 

“I thought you were out with your mother,” he bites out, tone sharp.

“No,” you frown, leaning against the doorjamb, “I had a headache and took a nap. Are you alright?”

He blows out a breath and scrubs a hand over his face. 

“I’m fine. What time did she say she’d be back?”

You shrug, “Couple of hours I think. I don’t really remember.”

“Goddamn it.”

“Should I call—“

“No,” Leon nearly shouts, “no, don’t. It’s not a big deal.”

“Dad, I can help I just need to know what’s wrong,” you step closer into the bathroom. 

He laughs without any humor, “Sure.”

You go to ask him why when your eyes catch on the bottle sitting by the sink. It’s similar to the migraine medicine you saw in the medicine cabinet earlier, the one your mom pointed out if the nap didn’t get rid of your headache. Who knew your dad needed help getting it up?

“Did you..?”

You trail off, feeling awkward and nervous and disgustingly turned on to think your dad’s dick is hard underneath that flimsy towel. 

“Yes,” he sounds tired, “I thought it was the other medicine.”

“Ohh,” you bite your lip, brain completely in the gutter as your eyes drift down to his lap, “I mean, I can still help.”

It seems insane but your dad’s not stopping you as you shuffle closer to stand between his legs. His blue eyes stay steady on yours as you kneel in the floor, knees digging into the soft rug in front of the tub. Leon tugs his briefs down and his cock slaps against his stomach, precum drooling from the head. He’s so hard, the foreskin has drawn back from the tip showcasing how red and swollen his cock has gotten from the medication. 

“Oh my god,” you breathe out, eyes greedily taking him in.

“Fuck, don’t look at it like that,” he groans, hands gripping the tub so tight his knuckles blanch.

“You’re just really big,” you press the dough of your thighs together, trying to put a little pressure on your throbbing clit, “you’ve got the fattest cock I’ve ever seen, dad.”

You watch as precum blurts from the tip to drip all down his length while he moans low in his throat. 

“Christ, you’ve got a filthy mouth,” his pupils are blown as he gazes down at you, “since you like how big my dick is, sweetheart, why don’t you show me, hmm?”

Your tongue licks up all the precum leaking down his dick before softly suckling on the head.

“Oh fuck, that’s it,” he grunts, “suck that cock.”

Moaning, you bob your head down, tongue tracing the thick vein you can feel on the side as you sink down inch by inch. Your dad pulls out to trace your lips with his drippy tip, smearing precum across your mouth like sticky gloss. You moan and press a kiss to his dick, tongue lapping at the crown until he’s rocking back into your mouth. Humming low in your throat makes his cock kick in your mouth, precum coating your tongue.

“Damn, so good,” he groans, hand smoothing across your jaw, cradling it as he pulls his cock out, “never get head from your mom anymore. Feels so good.”

More slick wets your panties as you mewl, throat clicking as you swallow around his thick length. You hungrily suck his cock, tongue circling his head before dipping into the slit to taste more of his precum.

“Like sucking me off, sweetheart?” he tosses the fringe away from his eyes while he rocks his hips, pushing himself deeper into your throat with smooth strokes until you gag heavily. 

“Love that, choke on it a bit more and I’ll be spilling down your slutty throat.”

Thick strands of saliva bridge between your mouth and his dick like shimmery spiderwebs as he slips out. You moan when he ruts his cock across your tongue. Leon groans and reaches down to tap his cock against your lips before feeding it back to you. Whining, you suck him deeper into your mouth, licking across the head before messily bobbing your head further down his thick length.  

“I'm about t’cum, swallow it all up, princess,” he thrusts a few more times before pulling out until the tip is sitting fat and heavy on your tongue. 

Leon grunts and moans as hot thick spurts of cum fill your mouth. Swallowing quickly, you try to keep his cum from spilling out around your lips, but it ends up leaving a sticky mess to drip down your chin in thick strands. 

You watch as he groans, stomach flexing while you suckle on the head of his dick, making sure to not miss any of his hot jizz as his balls empty into your mouth. After giving the tip of his dick a kiss, you pull back and wipe the spend from your face with the bottom of your shirt. 

Your cunt feels soaked, panties sticking to your pussy lips as you shakily stand onto your feet.

“Where do you think you’re going?” 

Your dad stands up beside you, cock still hard and leaking, making you whimper. Pulling his briefs back up, he leaves his shorts and shirt lying on the floor. He grabs you by the forearm and leads you out of the bathroom and all the way upstairs into your room.

“No surprises if your mom comes home early,” he informs you, pushing you further into your room followed by closing and locking your door. 

Heat radiates from your cunt, more slick dripping into the already soaked gusset of your panties. Leon shoves you back onto your bed before climbing on top of you, kissing you heatedly as he sinks down onto your body. You wrap your legs around his waist while you run your hands through his messy hair. You're so turned on you can’t think straight anymore. 

“Thatta girl,” he coos, pulling back to drop kisses across your neck, “can’t wait to feel your wet little pussy, baby.”

You whimper and pull him back up into another kiss. This time he licks into your mouth messily, spit dripping from the corners of your lips to slide down your jaw. You feel him grind his cock against you before pulling away. 

He sits back on his haunches and slips his briefs off, maneuvering until he can toss them into the floor. Next, he leans forward and grips the bands of your panties and shorts. You help him, shimmying to move your clothes down off of your legs. As he moves those into the floor, you slip your shirt off and let it too fall onto the pile of clothing. 

“God, love your tits,” he groans, shoving his face into your breasts, mouth licking and biting every inch of skin they come across. 

His mouth suctions around a nipple, tongue teasing the stiff bud as he tweaks the opposite one with his fingers. 

“Dad,” you moan, nails digging into his scalp.

“What?” He coos, “your dad can’t show his appreciation?”

A whine rasps from your throat and Leon laughs meanly before biting the swollen bud he was sucking. With a grunt, he moves across your sternum, leaving hot open mouthed kisses across your chest until he can suckle and tease the other nipple, fingers plucking and pinching at the now wet one. 

Your hips writhe, leaking cunt dragging against his stomach as his cock grinds against the cleft of your ass. 

“Gonna let daddy stuff your tight wet cunt?” He chuckles as your eyes flutter as he lathes your nipples with broad swipes of his tongue. 

“Yes,” you whisper, “wanna feel you split me open. You’re so big.”

Whining on the last word, you rock down, feeling his tip catch against your pussy lips and driving you crazy. 

He growls and sits back on his heels, taking his cock in hand to smack it against your clit. 

“So slutty,” his pupils swallow the blue of his eyes, “want daddy to stretch this little hole out? Show you how a real dick feels?”

Nodding along with his words, you suck your bottom lip into your mouth, teeth sinking into the plush skin.  

“Goddamn,” he mutters, spitting in his hand to slick his cock before pressing the head against your soaked heat. 

Using his thumb, he presses his cock down so the tip slides into your hole. Keeping it there, he rocks against your hips, sinking inch by inch into your pulsing cunt as his thumb keeps his cock steady. Pulling halfway out, he flexes his hips and thrusts forward faster than before. 

“Even your mom doesn’t let me go raw anymore,” he chuckles, bottoming out so fast you choke on air, “so this is a real treat, sweetheart.”

“Ohh god, dad,” you moan, voice high as he starts sliding his cock in and out of your pussy, rough thrusts that make your breasts bounce. 

You whine when he grinds against you, his pelvis rubbing over your swollen clit just right. His balls smack against your ass on every thrust, the loud plap plap plap of skin driving your arousal even higher. 

“Dad, fuck, s’too much,” you gasp out another whine, head feeling dizzy as your blood rushes, arousal making your pulse feel heavy in your throat. 

He groans and drops his weight down on you, bare skin sticking together from the sweat building between your bodies. Leon kisses across your neck, mouth grazing your skin with barely there nips that makes your pussy flutter around his cock. 

The thatch of hair at the base of Leon’s cock grazes your sensitive clit, sending little electric shocks of pleasure that brings tears to your eyes. You feel so good, you can’t stop the slutty noises from leaving your mouth. Rutting into your body, your dad’s fat cock grinds against the spongy spot along the front of your cunt. Slick gushes from your pussy as he hammers your g-spot so perfectly you can’t help but squeeze him tighter and tighter. 

“Princess,” he murmurs in your ear, “is this little pussy gonna cum? You’re so soft and wet— I can feel you tightening up around me. God so much tighter than your mom, can’t believe I’ve been missing out.”

His words push you over the edge. You babble out little chants of dad, dad, dad until a guttural moan spills from your throat, thighs jumping as your pussy clamps down on Leon’s dick like a vice.

Your low moaning twists into a scream as his hand sneaks down to rub and tease your clit. Instead of your orgasm tapering off, it ramps up, gaining speed until it hurtles you into cumming again. 

“Aww, she’s gripping me so tight,” Leon mocks sweetly in your ear, “yeah, that’s it, sweetheart.”

“Dad,” you whimper, tears clumping your eyelashes, “dad, please.”

A moan rumbles from his chest and he humps your cunt faster, cock never pulling completely out as he ruts inside your slick pussy walls. Half a dozen thrusts more and he’s growling down at you, pressing his cock balls deep into your cunt, thick cum spurting from the tip of his dick to stuff you full.  

“Oh so tight, baby,” he sighs, hips pressed against yours as he spills inside your snug little cunt, “your little pussy fits me like a glove.”

Shuddering, your walls milk another small load of cum from his heavy balls and he pants noisily against your clavicle. He presses up onto his forearms, hips swiveling to pull his cock halfway out before sinking it back inside, a mix of your creamy arousal and his spend making a ring around the base.

“Good, huh,” his laugh tinges on mocking, “don’t worry, ‘m not done with my daughter’s cute pussy, gonna keep you here for as long as it takes.”

After that, it’s all a pleasurable blur. You're unsure how many orgasms your dad has given you at this point, but you know he’s only had three and his cock is still so thick and hard. 

“Think this one will be it, princess,” he grunts, hoisting your limp thighs up, the bend of your knees slotting perfectly over the bend of his arms. 

You can only pant in reply, mouth as dry as cotton. He notches the head of his drooling dick at your entrance, dragging the tip up to smear the cum from his last creampie all over your used cunt. 

“One last load for your greedy little pussy,” he grins down at you, “then we can take a shower.”

He sinks his cock into your sore pussy at the same time he leans forward, pressing your sweaty bodies together. Your eyes roll back as the tip of his cock kisses your cervix, thighs shaking against his arms. 

“So deep,” he groans, “best cunt I’ve ever fucked and to think it belongs to my sweet daughter.”

Your pussy spasms and clenches down on his thick length as you cry out. Brain melting pleasure seeps down your spine as he pulls out to grind across your g-spot before fucking back into your cunt roughly. 

“S’good, dad,” you mewl, mouth drooling as he hammers his cock into your sensitive hole, “so good.”

“I know,” he croons, “I feel good, too. Not g’nna be able to give up this sweet little pussy. She grips me too good, baby, I’m gonna want her all the time.”

Another orgasm slams into your body, pussy pulsing and sucking his cock into your hole as your head thrashes against the bed. Leon’s hands grip your wrists to push them down against the bed so you don’t scratch him. 

“Fuck, milking your dad’s cock like you’re made for it,” he groans, humping into your pussy with deep strokes until you’re crying from overstimulation. 

“Shh, shh, just take it a little more, ‘m about to cum,” he licks into your mouth, biting on your bottom lip before pulling back, “that’s it, take it, take your dad’s dick deep into that hot, greedy little pussy.”  

Hiccuping a sob, your cunt steadily milks his cock as he buries himself all the way, as deep into your pussy as possible. He grunts against your skin as he grinds his dick against your cervix, spilling rope after rope of cum to paint your walls white. The sticky heat makes your clit throb even as your body aches, wanting to succumb to exhaustion. 

The distant question of how your mom isn’t back yet buzzes at the corner of your consciousness. You must slur it out loud cause Leon laughs as he pulls his softening cock from your puffy leaking cunt. 

“She texted you to say she got stuck in a traffic jam and the road’s blocked for a few hours,” he sighs as he slaps his cock down onto your messy pussy, a wet splat that makes you wince. 

“Dad, ‘m sore,” you pout.

“So sorry, baby,” he coos, a grin overtaking his face, “want me to kiss it and make it better?”

Chest fluttering at the thought, you go to agree when your phone buzzes with an incoming call. Leon grabs it to silence it but turns to look at you. 

“It’s your mom,” he chuckles, handing it over to you, “better see what she wants.”

Sliding it open, her voice rings out clear in the quiet of your room. 

“Hey honey, your dad didn’t answer but I wanted to say I’m about five minutes from the house if you wanted to preheat the oven for this frozen pizza I picked up,” she laughs to herself, “well, it was frozen.”

Your dad sits down on the edge of the bed, listening in to the conversation. 

“Okay, sure, we’ll see ya when you get here,” Leon nods at you, “bye, mom.”

After she says goodbye, you put the phone back on the side table. 

“Well we should get cleaned up,” Leon helps you stand on weak legs, “I’ll help you to the tub and I’ll head downstairs.”

“Thanks, dad,” you smile up at him and he drops a kiss on your cheek. 

“Of course,” he leads you out into the hallway, helping you inside the little bathroom next to your room. 

He sits you down onto the toilet, turning on the shower to allow it time to heat up. 

“Thanks,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss on your temple, “I know it’s all kinds of fucked up, but I still love you.”

Heart beating double time, you give him a crooked smile, “I love you too, dad.”

He presses his lips together, looking like he wants to say more, but he blows out a harsh breath and walks back out into the hall. 

“I’ll handle the oven and your mom, you just come downstairs when you’re ready.”

“I will,” you say as he swings the door shut. 

Sitting there with your thoughts, you let yourself feel. Satisfaction filters through followed by a smidgen of guilt and shame. You hate that your mom is an innocent party in all of this, but you don’t regret letting your dad fuck your brains out. And since this is a complete one off, it’s just a little family secret that you’ll both be taking to the grave. 

Once steam wafts from the shower, you stand up and step into the warm water. You whimper as the heat works on your sore muscles. By this time tomorrow, this will all seem like some really deranged fantasy you dreamt up. Finishing up in the shower, you dry off and make your way back to your room. Getting dressed, you descend downstairs, the smell of pizza growing stronger. 

“Oh there you are! Feeling better?” 

Your mom comes around the counter to feel your forehead. 

“Yeah, I just slept it off.”

She ushers you to sit down at the table and brings the pizza over, your dad following behind with the drinks. Your mom sits to your right and your dad sits across from you both. He catches your eye and winks, making you look down at your plate out of shyness. 

“Eat up, I’m sure you’re wore out from the hard day,” his mirthful tone draws your gaze back up. 

“Yeah,” you clear your throat and take a drink, “it’s been a hard day alright.”

And so as men , so please don’t forget male victim exists

stop making fanfics about characters raping and sexually assaulting y/n, you are fucking disgusting people who romanticize a serious crime that happens every day to children and women

"but that's just reading dark romance" that's not a dark romance, that's just the stuff of a horrible fetish, IF YOU HAVE A RAPE FETISH, GO SEEK FOR FUCKING PSYCHIATRIST HELP!!!!!!!!!!

No 💀

this is prolly the only fem! reader i’m ever writing with batfam in this blog. enjoy.

(implicit) yandere batfam x dommy mommy! reader

— in which these men realize you were far more than just an assistant

Galas were fun at times. But when forced to attend such repetitive events in addition to their vigilante work — well it was safe to say, it was not boding well for their sanity.

You worked as a general assistant for the BatFamily. As Alfred’s daughter, you endeavored to ease your father and his employers’s lives. You were a sweetheart. An absolute angel. The loveliest lady to ever exist.

Until you were pushed past the brink of your limits, stress wise, of course.

The whole Jason coming back from the dead and Bruce being dead took a massive blow to your sleep schedule. The boys took it as an opportunity to blur the lines between work and personal life. Slowly inserting themselves into your day to day outside of what you tirelessly scheduled for them.

So when a villain managed to break into the Batcave while you were there all on your lonesome (took a while for you to schedule every single one of them so that they’d be too busy to bother you), you didn’t take it all too kindly.

By the time the boys got back home, they were only privy to the following things

(1) You were a lot stronger than what you appeared to be. If the footage of you absolutely decimating the man wasn’t already a sure sign there was also the fact that you managed to somehow replicate a lot of the moves the boys would learn during training. Must have been something Alfred drilled into you as extra measure.

(2) You were a lot more menacing and sadistic when stressed.

The intruder looked at you with pleading eyes. His face black and blue. Could you blame yourself? You only had one night of peace and this man ruined it.

You sighed. He seemed to be incapacitated enough. Pulling out the chair to the iconic Batcomputer, you took a seat and pondered.

Bruce gave you access to all the alcohol you would need to ease the stresses of life. Might as well you shrugged.

You slowly took off the stockings Dick gifted you a while back. It was a prototype of his merch he said. You knew it was just because he really wanted to see you in fishnets. Then, you used the tip of your toe to raise the intruder’s head to face you.

You paused for a moment, remembering how Tim would often look through the cameras old footage on his free time. His overworking and stalking habits are really be something you work on.

The thought of him seeing the way you act momentarily froze you.

But the alcohol in your system begged to differ.

“Make it up to me, and I’ll let you go.”

Eh, you’ll deal with Tim and Damian scolding you for your unhealthy habits later. And your dad’s sermons on professional behavior.

And whatever mess Jason makes you clean up for the night too.

The boys watched the footage with bated breath and tighter pants at your actions. This was a side they’ve never expected from you.

You poured a drink of your choice down your thighs and legs. The liquid slowly dripped down the skin of your calves and ankles before it reached the tip of your toe.

“What kind of an assistant would I be if I didn’t give a guest a drink?”

And (3)

They would kill to be that man.

Incest and other gross shit are the worse. People need to stop write this kind of shit it’s digesting and also seek help

When I search up my favourite character x reader and see incest

Soooo cute 🥰❤️🥰❤️🥰❤️💓💗💗💓💗❤️💝💝💖

Pants Party!

Bat family x toddler!reader

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Batman obeys no one, except for his toddler of course

Warnings: mentions of child abandonment, but overall this is just fluff, swearing

WC: 1.3k

Minors DNI

A crash followed by a giggle interrupted Bruce’s research. “Get back here!” “Jason what the hell!” “Shut it and help me catch the fucking demon!” “Don’t swear around the baby!” “Fuck off replacement.” The crack of a fist meeting a jaw sparked another round of shouting.

Bruce sighed and stood, his joints creaking. “I’m getting too old for this shit.” He muttered, trekking into the main house, following the trail of destruction that his children usually left behind. He grimaced, seeing one of Alfred’s favourite vases shattered on the ground.

He found his protégés in the movie room. Jason was throttling Tim as Dick tried to pull them off of each other, Damian was sitting on the large couch, smirking, little Y/N perched on his lap, laughing at her brothers. Bruce scooped the youngest up, making her squeal in delight at the sight of her father. Her small hands slapped against his scruffy cheeks, making him smile.

Y/N had been a surprise addition to the family. Damian had found her out on patrol one night. She had been barely a few days old, crying horsley in the empty apartment, obviously having been alone for a while. The young Robin had no hesitation in bringing her home and insisting that his father adopt her. Bruce smiled at the memory of his little boy, still in his suit yelling, “THIS IS MY NEW BABY SISTER! HER NAME IS Y/N AND IF YOU DON’T ADOPT HER I’M MOVING IN WITH GRAYSON!” It was wonderful to see how far he had come since first arriving at the manor.

“Boys, what’s going on?” They paused, Jason’s fist cocked back, Dick’s hand wrapped around his elbow, trying to stop him, as Tim had aimed his foot towards his older brother’s crotch. “Nothing.” They answered at once. Bruce raised one graying eyebrow. “I was trying to dress the baby, but she’s a slippery fucker so I was chasing her then these assholes tried to stop me.” Jason huffed.

Bruce looked down, and sure enough, his little girl was almost completely naked, save for the cloth nappy Damian insisted they buy her. She gave him a gummy smile, wiggling in his grasp slightly. “Stop swearing around the baby!” And the fighting started again. “Come on, let’s go get you dressed little lady.” Batman slipped out of the room, his little girl perched on his hip, trying to get a look at her bickering older brothers.

Y/N’s room was perfectly situated to be evenly spaced from each of the boy’s rooms but she almost never slept in it. Bruce had a bad habit of taking her from her bed when he got home from patrol and tucking her into his own, keeping her on his chest as they slept. Alfred had told him off for it so many times that he could recite the older man’s speech from memory.

Sure enough, there was a cute outfit laid out on her bed. The shirt made Bruce chuckle. It was an exact replica of Jason’s red hood uniform and he had chosen to pair it with some leggings covered in Wonder Woman’s symbols. “Alright, time to get some clothes on.” He laid her on the pink sheets, handing her the platypus plushie that was her absolute favourite in order to distract his daughter as he dressed her.

The shirt went on first, her little head poking through the top. Y/N made a face at her father and in retaliation, he lifted her shirt slightly and gave her a raspberry. “Daddy!” She squealed, slapping the top of his head. “Such a silly girl.” A smiled fondly, “A silly girl with a messy face.” He turned to get a wet wipe to clean the smear of chocolate off her cheek. He really needed to talk to Damian and Tim about feeding her so many sweets.

A small thump made him turn back around just in time to see a little foot disappear around the corner. Then a few seconds later, “There she goes again!” The one fucking day Alfred took off and everything went to shit. Bruce gathered up the rest of her clothes and staked after his daughter, her giggles carrying through the halls.

Y/N was running waddling as fast as her little legs would carry her, reminding her father of a baby penguin running across the snow. The boys scrambled over each other trying to catch her, much to Y/N’s delight.

They had finally cornered her in the library, still holding her platypus tightly, her chubby legs shaking with the exercise of having five vigilantes chasing her through the massive house. Bruce came forward first, holding out the pants. “Put your pants on.”

“No!” Tim was next. “Pants time!” Her head shook widely. “Noo!” “Come on baby bat! We’ll have a pants party!” Dick’s smile made her hide her face in her stuffed animal’s soft fur. “Nooo!” Jason shoved him out of the way. “You need pants.” He used his Red Hood voice but was met with another “Nooooo!” Damian sighed. “Put your pants on.” Her arms crossed over her chest as best she could while still holding the animal. “No!”

Simultaneously, the men buried their faces in their hands, frustrated by the girl. She took the opportunity to run through their legs and back out of the room. “Mother fucker!” Jason took off after her. “Come on!” Dick followed closely behind.

“Oh hello there young lady. What are you up to?” Y/N skidded to a halt in front of her grandfather, immediately dropping the toy and lifting her arms so he could pick her up. She babbled in his ear, making Alfred nod along as he walked back into the kitchen to continue making a cup of tea for himself. He set her down in her high chair and placed a cup of juice in front of her, interrupting her “talking” as she took big gulps of the delicious drink.

Crashes soon followed and Dick burst into the kitchen. “Master Dick, how many times have I told you not to run in the house.” Alfred scolded. “We were just looking for- oh there she is!” He rolled his eyes at his eldest grandson. Nightwing tried to lift Y/N from the chair but her little hands slapped away his larger ones, going back to her drink. “And why were you chasing this little princess?” “Princess? She’s a slippery little troll who doesn’t want to put on pants.”

Jason came up from behind and rubbed her head affectionately, which was met with a glare very similar to Batman's from the little girl. “Is that right?” Alfred raised his eyebrow, “You all are trained heroes who’ve taken down some of the most evil people in the world yet you can’t get a toddler to put on pants.”

The men hung their heads in shame and Alfred took the leggings from his son’s hands. “Y/N can you put on your pants for me and then we’ll make some cookies,” She opened her mouth, obviously trying to argue, “You can only have cookies if you put on your pants.” She babbled and only the word ‘daddy’ was articulate. Alfred nodded like he understood. “Yes, we can give the cookies to your daddy and brothers.” The toddler raised her arms up, Jason quickly lowered her to the floor.

She took the leggings from her grandfather, and clumsily stuck her legs into the holes, having Tim help her pull them up all the way. “Ta da!” She spread her arms, displaying her state of dress to her family before running at Alfred shouting. “Cook! Cook!” To which he gladly picked her up and set about gathering the ingredients for his famous chocolate chip cookies while the rest of the family sat and watched their baby bat try her best to talk and bake at the same time.

After that day, Bruce always kept a photo of them all together, Y/N completely covered in flour while smiling ear to ear, on his desk in the bat cave and Wayne Enterprises. None of his sons would admit that they always carried that same photo round wherever they went.

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every time I read x reader “they look so beautiful “

Me:

People are crazy and sick 🤢

Incest fics are so weird to me like what do you mean you find getting freaky and doing things with your parent/sibling hot like what ☹️ also sidenote stepcest is still incest and weird and illegal!!

Like I try to block all of these accounts and move on but there’s so many like what is appealing about writing incest please guys just write smth else you don’t gotta make them related I’m sick of it, it’s not even important to the plot 😞

Also another thing I normally see tagged in these is noncon which is just disgusting for so many reasons that I shouldn’t have to explain bc what the fuck why are romanticizing rape and SA wtf is wrong with you 😭

I see a lot of these fics are normally in like older characters tags but like I’ve seen a lot in Anakin skywalker, Leon Kennedy and Chris Redfeild tags (and in a lot of the RE character tags) which sucks bc there are guenuinely good fics in there and these weird ass fics are ruining the RE fan base reputation

Like this shouldn’t be something people have to talk abt bc I’m not the only one who’s noticed this and thinks it’s weird just stop like

On another note stay safe out there gang, I know a lot of these kinds of fics can be triggering so always check warnings, block who you need to block and take care of yourself, you are loved and cared for 🧸💗

Man…fictional male character with nice titties makes me want to suck on it

Wtf 💀💀💀💀💀

YOU JUST CAN’T TELL !

ft. leon s. kennedy x fem!reader

tags. pornstar!leon, corny ugh, smut, daddy-daughter incest, mentions of rough sex, barebacking waheyyy, corny corny corny, anticlimactic

note. HAPPY BELATED FATHERS DAY TO LEON KENNEDY WORST AND BEST DAD EVER!!! title from my michelle purely for the opening line LMFAO I hate this.. but I wanted it gone from my mind so I can move onnnn um rbs and nice words appreciated 💪

all I’m saying is idgaf if u think leon is pure American 1998 leon is Irish-Italian and he’s tan in di trust me anyway I really don’t like this so please refrain from any criticism I usually don’t mind it but um 😳 I’m too insecure ab this fic bc it’s corny and ignore mistakes :3 thank u to anon who paid me to finish this :3 um again readers personality changes so fast pls ignore all the corny stuff n inconsistencies kind of reads like my aita fic 😓

The basement is where you and Rose end up after dressing up all pretty for a night on the town. Only the dank walls and the scuttling critters are able to see how cute your getup is. Another outfit wasted ‘cause your dad is more than wasted in the lounge.

“Your dad is, like, a dick.” Rose plops down on one of the two blue bean bags you have to decorate this infinitely grey and murky room. An old television you’ve never bothered to work sits atop a pile of books you’re sure dad has never read.

“He’s not a dick, he’s being sensible,” you tell her, kicking off your heels in a heap near the basement stairs.

“He’s a drunk, ugh.” She kicks her feet in the air. “I don’t know how you put up with him.”

“He’s not a drunk.”

“An alcoholic then.”

“Okay, well, not everyone can be like your dad, Rose.” Your dad is a present deadbeat if those exist. He’s laid-back, sleazy and lazy—An asshole essentially, and when he’s not an asshole, he’s a cunt.

You’re being quite harsh on him nothing your dad does is intentional—Leon’s kept you alive over these past years, he’s not shy when it comes to affection and I love yous, but by god can that man drink.

You knew him as a baby, but babies don’t really know anyone unless they’re eye level with the breasts they suckle from. Then they know that’s mommy.

Like, you never had to spend more than a few days with him up until about three years ago. Mom moved on with her boyfriend, which meant that you were no longer a part of her story. Which you understand. Mom was great. Until the kids at school pointed it out, you never thought about how your dad was never around, she didn’t need to fill shoes that hadn’t been there in the first place. You didn’t need a dad. Never have, and you thought you never would.

As a child, Christmas, birthdays and the odd vacation were the only times you saw Dad. He was alright. Nothing to write home about. Put you on his shoulders when you asked, he tucked you into bed when he remembered and once he let you take a sip of whiskey when mom turned her head.

When Leon got drunk, that was another story. He got touchy-feely with mom and he pinched your cheeks too hard and got sappy about the life he could’ve had. Then you would hear him grovelling at her feet in the other room.

Baby, baby, please. You know it didn’t mean anything. She was a co-worker, you know what I do—It never means anything, why can’t you understand that?

And anytime he did that, mom would pack your bags that night and leave the following morning with you in tow.

Your aunt Sherry, she’s always been the apple of Leon’s eye. Now that she’s grown up, has been for ages, out in the big bad world, married, you think dad lets you stay with him as a sort of placeholder.

“Well, duh.” Rose beams at the slightest mention of her dad, and you wish you could do the same.

Your dad brings to mind the clammy awkwardness of a first date. Does that even make sense? Something about him has always just been off. Like, like, the colour of the walls. Cream. Not white. He’s accidental anal as a human being, y’know, those stupid Oopsy! My dick slipped into the wrong hole, but I’m going to keep going! videos. Yeah, that’s what your dad is. There’s no other way to put it.

“Bad haircut too, makes him look like a lady,” Rose says, staring and frowning at the TV so hard she might make it move. “Y’know, like those moms who show up to, like, everything and ruin everything.”

“Your dad is balding, Rose.” You point out, picking at your skin because it’s quite literally the most interesting activity there is to do.

“At least my dad drives us places.”

“You’re eighteen, you should’ve learnt how to drive years ago.”

“You’re nineteen, you should’ve learnt aeons ago.”

You face away from one another.

Your dress feels too tight all of a sudden.

“I’m sorryyy, Rose.”

She kisses her teeth, then shrugs. “It’s whatever.”

“Let’s just… I don’t know…” You look around at the smoke cloud that has dispersed into four walls, at the gunmetal floors that leave your feet sticky, at that silver screen. “Put on a movie.”

“Does it even work?” Rose gets up to kick the piece of junk, it rattles and she picks up the remote, clicking any and all of the buttons.

“Wait, wait, I think we have to, like, put something in it.” You crawl towards one of the many unmarked boxes that are laden thick with dust, really brings the colour scheme in this place together. Makes the endless grey pop. There’s no luck with the first few, they’re full of old clothes and pots and pans and things you couldn’t care less about.

Then you hit the jackpot. Enough tapes to re-open a Blockbuster.

Rose crouches down beside you. “There’s tons, holy shit.”

“I know… I know, I just feel guilty touching dad’s things.”

“Who gives a fuck?” She takes the tape marked Racoon City in black marker out, then she feeds it into the VHS player. “He won’t notice.”

The TV crackles, grey like everything else, and then it comes to life in dingy blues and grey greens. A red title card pops up.

RESIDENT EVIL : RACCOON CITY

NIGHT OF THE FUCKING DEAD

Rose drags her bean bag closer to the screen, and you follow. “What is this, like, some old zombie movie?”

“What do you fucking think—Hey, that’s my dad!” You point a finger at the TV when he shows up twenty years younger, copper hair hanging limply around his face as the rain pours.

“Oh, ew.” She grimaces. “He was even uglier back then.”

“I think he looks sweet.” All long legs and the sort of face that makes you wonder whether it’s high-fashion or a severe case of anorexia. His cheekbones gleam in the red-blue lights—something about cops is so American, even the lights are the colour of the flag—taking cautious steps towards a dark alley with a hand on his holster, ready to take out his gun when needed.

“Oh my god, he’s gonna die,” Rose groans, wiping a hand across her face, “what a moron.”

In the dark, as Leon’s back bumps the brick wall, a figure emerges from the dark in typical George Romero zombie fashion, staggering towards your dad and making all sorts of ghoulish noises.

“Hey! Stay back, put your hands in the air where I can see them!” The audio is tinny, but that’s dad alright.

“He’s an idiot, like, actually.” Rose’s commentary keeps you from immersing fully.

“Why is she dressed like that?” You ask when the zombie comes into view, her face is made up in perfect splotches of green and grey and purple, false lashes so thick you bet she can’t see a thing. Type of lashes you wear before you get a facial.

A trail of a sticky white liquid drips down the corner of her mouth. You assume it’s spit. Rabies gone wild. Her denim shorts are cut above the crease of her ass cheeks, splattered in more sticky fluid, and her tank is torn across her perky tits in a very deliberate manner, enough to bare the fat, but hiding the areolas.

“Nineties, man.” Rose shrugs.

“Ma’am!” Your dad says, his tone urgent, “Please stay where you are or I’ll have to shoot!”

The zombie just goes ughhhhhhh and guhhhhh as she slow-walks right into his chest, then she says, “Diiiick.”

And you make the same face your dad does on screen.

Before you can stop the meteoroid from blowing your world into a million tiny pieces, she drops down on her knees in a zombified manner and tugs down his pants, his fat cock knocking her cheek and his heavy balls weighing the whole shaft down.

“No fucking way!” Rose leans forward in her seat beside you.

You grab her arm and gasp, “Turn it off—Turn it off—Rose, turn it off! Oh my god, how do you pause this fucking thing?”

Cursive font pops up beside his face, head tipped back as he gets his dick eaten by this zombie bimbo.

LEON S. KENNEDY, ITALIAN STALLION.

Rose laughs. Her night is going great, all fine and dandy, she doesn’t have to watch her dad’s eyes roll to the back of his head. “Your dad's Italian?”

“Shit, Rose, I don’t fucking know.” The panic in your belly settles when you find a stop button. “Oh my god, just, just go home!”

“You’re seriously mad at me?” Rose crosses her arms and refuses to budge an inch, in fact, she makes herself comfy. “It’s not my fault your dad is a pornstar.” No, but it is her fault you found out your father is a pornstar with a very extensive resume.

“Shut up! Shut up.” You cover her mouth with your palm. “He might hear you, shut up, okay?”

“Okay, okay, calm down.” She brushes you off like this is not the worst thing that could possibly ever happen to you, like, ever. Worse than a broken nail, worse than snagging your tights and worse than being murdered and never found. Rose is so insensitive and uncaring sometimes, most things come as an afterthought to her. “Let’s watch the rest.”

“Are you fucking—Rose, are you fucking with me?” Disgust coils in your stomach like a fat python, sluggish with its latest meal.

“No? I think it’ll be fun,” she says, dead serious, “we can skip all the, like, actual porn.”

“The whole thing is actual porn, Rose.”

“C’monnn, we can sleep at mine next week, get dad to take us wherever we want.”

You don’t know how she ropes you into these things. How she gets underneath your skin like an invisible mite of some sort. How she sits your ass down and forces you to watch your dad make his way through a horde of dick-crazed zombie girls.

(At this point, you could probably opt out, but you’re in too deep.)

A single shot rings out, and in all her glory, red shorts so tight it gives her a camel toe, Auntie Claire comes to save the day and you feel lightheaded.

“No—No, no I can’t do this, turn it off, Rose…” You cover your face, and then proceed to watch through the gaps in your fingers as they make cheesy conversation in flirty voices—Oh, Aunt Claire, you don’t deserve any of this.

Your dad fucks her against the wall, she braces her hands on the crumbling brick and tries to look like she’s enjoying it, but you can tell she’s not feeling it. Well. She’s probably feeling his cock, but you doubt she’s liking it.

“I thought she was a lesbian.”

“She is!” Your bottom lip trembles. “This is so sick, Rose, I can’t watch it anymore.”

They traverse the halls of a seemingly abandoned police station on screen then proceed to suck and fuck in almost every room. They continue, something about a D-virus and a G-spot virus and there’s an immaculately dressed woman who steps out of the shadows a good hour into the film.

Yeah, you have been sitting here watching your father eat pussy and push his dick into whatever rotting zombie ass sticks itself in the air for an entire hour. You’re not proud of it.

She slots into the trite plot as a femme fatale, in her bodycon dress and click-clacky heels. According to the on-screen text, this is a lady named Ada Wong, she's too pretty to be doing this. To be saying this.

How big is that gun, officer? Oh, I think you should body search me, officer—Really, you should do a cavity check. You must have no idea what I'm hiding, right? Those handcuffs should be put to use, no? After all, you can’t trust me, officer.

“I can’t watch it anymore, Rose,” you tell her again, “I’m serious, I feel fucking sick.” It’s too much, watching Leon lay back as she sits on his dick, he groans when she manages to take all of it. The camera is focused on her ass. How it ripples when it smacks against his thighs, how it looks when he reaches around to grab at it, jiggling the fat like a fucking pervert.

Leon turns her over, her tits hanging so low her nipples brush the ground and tells Ada he’s arresting her. Pushes his dick into her ass. Just like that. He pulls her hair and she lets him. Though, something in her eyes tells you that she’s not one to take it like a dog, that this is purely for male convenience.

You turn it off, and you dry heave for a minute flat.

“We didn’t get to see the ending!” Rose shoves you in the shoulder, and her investment in this shitty porno is so genuine it brings you to tears. Because what the fuck is wrong with her? What if that was her dad—Well, no, anyone would be mortified at that. Nobody wants to see Mr. Winters with his dick out.

“Fuck you, Rose, you can watch that shit at home if you want it that bad.”

You usher her up the stairs and push her out the door, throwing her duffel bag out too. Then you shut it in her face, graced with a moue, left to ponder in the echoing space of her confusion.

Dad is snoring on the couch, you tuck him under a blanket and clear the beer cans on the coffee table into a trash bag. You leave for your bedroom, then something awful gnaws at your insides, you squeeze your fists so tight they feel like they’re no longer there.

You head back into the basement, you bust out the rest of those tapes and you watch them like a girl possessed. Maybe it’s some attempt to get closer to him. Maybe Freud was right. Maybe it’s the inherently grotesque nature of the human mind that encourages you to watch Operation Javier where your dad gets split open by some big ol’ military man twice the size of him.

He gets put on his front, arches like a cat and digs his nails into the dirt as Krauser pushes into him. Then it’s on his back, legs dangling helplessly over broad shoulders and then Leon is lifted into the air like a ragdoll and you think he sobs. His form is beautiful, no notes.

Dad looks cuter in that one like he’s grown into his face and his body has started to fill out. His dick bobs uselessly as his clothes are folded while he’s still in them. Christ, by the end of it he’s coughing up cum and you think a little comes out his nose. Krauser holds him up in the air and Leon brings his hands down to spread his cheeks to show off his puffy hole, dripping another thick load. When he’s told to push out, you think he might prolapse.

You wonder why you didn’t get that ass of his.

“Oh… Auntie Ashley, no…” You always thought she had pornstar tits, but you had enough tact to keep it to yourself. She lets him fuck her tits, ballistics you think he called them, then he pulls her hair so hard she cries, uses it to drag her around, knees marked by the dirty ground, forces her mouth down on his dick.

It’s the best Leon has ever looked, you think it’s a shame that dad looks the way he does now. You thought he was meant to be saving Ashley, so why is he fucking her half to death? There’s a Spanish man who looks like he’s off the front cover of a bodice ripper, the military man is back and so is Ada.

You learn a lot about sex positions that shouldn’t exist from this one. You learn a lot about threesomes and foursomes and fivesomes. Long story short, Auntie Ashley gets a train ran on her and takes it like a champ.

“Oh, gosh, Leon… Wow…” Ashley twirls her hair as she watches Leon take the entirety of Krauser’s cock in his mouth. Actual fucking behemoth. Then they both suck on it together, they play with his balls and make out with his shaft. Leon helps Ashley sit on it and she moans so loud you scramble to turn the volume down.

At the banal end, they ride off into the sunset, but of course—It can't be over yet. Ashley offers overtime, and Leon accepts, then he twists her like a pretzel and puts her in reverse pile driver, his balls slap against her clit and your Aunt’s voice grates on you as she squirts around his dick for what could be the tenth or fiftieth time. She could die from dehydration, the poor thing. You think her pussy is really cute, but you’ll take that thought to the grave.

You watch the one named Damnation, where your dad looks at Ada like a boy who hasn’t quite gotten over his first love. He fucks a Russian man hard and the Russian man fucks him back harder. Body shots ensue. There’s another feature-length one with a lady named Helena who's tits sit pretty. Dad looks rough in Vendetta - it isn’t memorable. Domme Island is alright. Shit name, hot lady who fucks him into next week, his eyes roll so far back into his skull you think there’s a clunk. She locks her legs around his neck and forces his nose so deep into her cunt he’ll be wearing her pussy as perfume for weeks.

Now it all starts to make sense, it clicks into place like a seatbelt. Your dad is a washed-up pornstar. Of course he is. Oh, you understand everything now.

You don’t know what to make of this. Don’t know what to say or feel or do. Each time you descend the steps and submerge into the grey, you’re consumed by another round of mind-numbing porn. You put it down to morbid fascination. Nothing more, nothing less. That’s all there is to it.

The ache between your thighs is only natural, that’s what happens when you watch porn for hours on end, some part of it is bound to turn you on.

Dad’s porn career was ten years too long, a quick Google search tells you he only retired three years ago, around about the same time your visit turned into a roommate situation.

Some of his most recent videos are plain, to say the least, gone are the cop uniforms that were store-bought Halloween costumes, the action movie sets are swapped out for suave hotel rooms and houses you see on real estate websites. Like they’ve been furnished purely to provide surfaces to fuck on.

Before you can help it, before your brain is able to put a stop to your constant stream of bad decisions, before you’re even able to process the tags, you click on it.

The intro is a shitty logo flashing across the screen and then a split screen of multiple women being fucked in painful positions, cunts gaping, mouths hanging open and dicks big and hard enough to break through concrete.

It fades, and your dad appears on screen grabbing a pretty little thing that couldn’t be a day over twenty-one by her curly pigtails, sporting tits bigger than her head and a shaved pink pussy. He says something ‘bout how her pussy gets wet the second she sees a grey hair, spreads her legs for any old man, oh it doesn’t matter what he looks like as long as he’s been put through the wringer. The cock carousel.

(She’s just like you.)

Naturally, she sticks her ass out and says Yes, daddy! in an awful papery voice. When she moves to kiss Leon, you notice his sickening choice of facial hair. Who in the fuck told him that was okay? The moustache is more disturbing than any of this. Jesus Christ, it’s more jarring than seeing his dick.

You won’t take a dick a day under forty—What would your old man think, huh? Can’t even say that word around you can I? Hm? Haven’t even put it in yet and you’re goin’ stupid, baby.

Screw dad and screw this bitch with her stupid, fake, barely legal tits and her migrating lip filler and her veneers and her hairless legs and her grabbable little waist—

“Pumpkin, the Jehovahs came knockin’ again, that’s the second time this week, you didn’t take anything from them did you?” Dad, without his moustache, with his cock neatly tucked away in the depths of those sweats, opens your door.

Where does he put that shit? Up his ass?

While she’s busy shaking her stupid teen titties at dad on-screen, you slam the lid of your laptop shut and give him a plastic smile. “At least they knock, dad.”

“Don’t need to knock, my house,” Leon retorts, childish as ever, he’s changed for the worse ever since you forced him to take his meds regularly. You regret it - trying to whip him into shape. Maybe your daddy started drinking to deal with the weight of his own ego.

“My room,” you point out, when you shift you’re made aware of the wet between your thighs, panties sticking to your core.

“Okay, but you’re my kid.” He puts a leaflet on your side table and sits next to you. “I gotta check on you, what if you're kissing boys up here? Could take the door off its hinges if I wanted to.”

He has the face for porn, you note.

(And the dick for it.)

“I’m your kid now?” It’s hard to act like everything is fine when he’s beside you, a soft hand that has groped so many teen tits settling on your stomach, so you close your eyes and focus on the ripple of light in the dark of your eyelids.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Dad takes his hand back, a small mercy.

“I’m your maid when your friends come over, and last time I checked I was your girlfriend when the landlord came over.” God, that’s so messed up. He’s so fucked up and your pussy is so wet. He hasn’t even done anything and that’s the problem. If Dad stepped up, if he tried to be a real dad, if he got out of porn young and he threw away those tapes, maybe you would have a shot at being mentally sound.

“She wouldn’t get off my back,” Leon argues, a vague scowl lining his lips, “had to do it.”

The landlord is an older lady with a severe face and a forward way of speaking. You’ve caught dad with a hand up her skirt, but he says she pushes it on him.

“You should be nice to her, might get to live here for free.”

“Doubt that, she’d take me and my money,” he muses, pressing his face into your neck. Dad is like a cat, he comes to you when you need it the least, he quietly begs for affection when you don’t have the time to give it.

“You need to shave,” you whisper, hoping he doesn’t catch your stilted breath when he drags his scratchy cheek over your soft skin.

“Look awful when I shave,” Dad mumbles into your neck, “don’t it feel good?”

Why is that hot? Everything sounds good when your pussy is wet. “No, it tickles… Can you go now, please?”

“Why?” His eyes plead with you, and you pet his head to appease his neediness. “I’m spending time with my daughter.”

“Okay, and your daughter has had enough, dad.” He’s getting too close for comfort, and your cunt is too wet for comfort.

“When you were a baby,” Dad starts, and you have detached yourself from this narrative entirely, in your world dad came into your life now, so when he speaks of the early days you space out and think of his dick, “you used to cry for me all day, didn’t even want mom to hold you, now you don’t even want to touch me.”

He sounds like a neglected housewife that has spent all too many years prettying herself up for a dick that isn’t worth it.

“I’m not a baby anymore.” You’re not a baby, and you wish he would see that now. You want him to see what he’s done to you, that he’s fucked you over so bad you can only get off to the sight of his dick gaping a tiny hole.

“I know.”

You have tits now, and your ass is decently big and you’re taller and 1 in 5 men have liked the way you suck dick.

“But you’re daddy’s baby,” he coos, pinching your cheek lightly to spare you from any pain.

“Gross.” He hasn’t been daddy since you were five and hopeful, he shouldn’t be daddy unless he’s willing to take you to bed like he did with all those other girls. “It’s too hot, get off of me.”

“Aw, baby, do you want me to get a kiddie pool out back? You could splash around in there while daddy fixes the AC.”

“No, ew, dad, I want you to get off of me.” It comes off harsher than you intend, but when you spiral headfirst into a porn addiction and come out of it with a crush on your dad, it’s just a little troublesome. Knowing that your daddy gets around like a ceiling fan but wouldn’t spare a glance at you for legal reasons is crushing.

“You’re being mean, kid.” He kisses your sweaty forehead, a silent apology for making your knees weak and your pussy wet. “What’s up?”

“Nothing’s up, dad, it’s just hot and you’re on top of me.” On top of you in all the wrong ways. “And the AC doesn’t even work, maybe you could get to fixing that?”

“I dunno how,” Leon admits, “why don’t you find, uh, y’know the guys to do the job on your thingy.” He gestures towards your laptop, you’re lucky the sound of his dirty talk and slapping skin isn’t leaking out from the cracks.

“My thingy?” You giggle, “you can find someone yourself, I don’t know what to look for.”

He takes one end of your laptop in his hand, you wrestle it away from him. “Why ya being so touchy? You talkin’ to boys on there?”

“Why would I use my fucking laptop to talk to boys, dad?” Your fingers tremble and you hug it to your chest like a baby would a teddy bear.

“‘Cause you’re being weird ‘bout it, let me see what’s on there, and don’t swear at me, young lady.” Ugh. You hate when he tries to be a good dad. It’s sort of cheesy, and you’re too far gone to find an ounce of respect for him.

“No, dad, it’s mine, that’s not fair—I’m not a kid you can’t take it from me—“ But he’s stronger, not bigger, but definitely stronger, strong enough to pin you down. When he opens it up, you cry out when the screen brightens up. “No, oh my god, stop it!”

“Oh.”

“Oh my god,” you whimper, your trembling bottom lip does nothing to stop tears from falling. When you try to get up, dad grabs your wrist.

“C’mere, sit down.” He doesn’t sound outright mad, but in your panic, you fail to notice the amusement that comes with his words.

“Stop it, I don’t wanna do those, like, I don’t wanna have, like, a talk or whatever with you, just leave me alone.” You wipe your eyes with your free hand.

“Hey, it’s okay, baby,” Dad says, a gentle hand cupping your cheek as he pushes the laptop off of his lap and onto your mattress, “you always get so worked up over little things, just like your ma.”

It’s not a little thing, getting caught watching your dad’s porn films is not a little thing—This is like the biggest possible thing ever. Other than his dick.

“Dad, can you stop? Like, oh my god, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” You think it might be the first time you’ve ever cried in front of him.

“C’mon, now, don’t cry about it, honey,” he coos, pulling you into his lap with a grunt, “nothing to cry about, if you needed daddy’s help all you had to do was ask.”

What a fucking liar. Leon has never helped you out a day in your life, but when it comes to sex, when it comes to fucking his own daughter, now he wants to help?

“C’mere, baby, you want me to do that with you?” He nods his head at the screen where his past self has that cute blonde brat bent in half. “Daddy can teach you.”

You do want that. It’s all you want. You just don’t want to give in because nothing about this is normal. And it’s not that anything has ever really been normal, but it would be nice to pretend that everything is fine.

“That’s so fucked up, dad,” you sniffle, but when he slips a hand between your thighs you don’t protest.

“No, it’s not,” Leon hums, he lifts your skirt until it’s a belt around your waist, “good daddies teach their little girls how to fuck, so I guess should step up ‘n be a good dad for once, huh?”

“I… I guess so…” The air is knocked from your lungs when he wastes no time getting to your slick cunt, sliding your soaked panties to the side and thumbing your little clit.

“Doesn’t matter what you think anyway.” Dad pushes his finger into your sloppy hole, your pussy clicks. “‘Cause this is daddy’s pussy and he’ll do what he wants with it.” He’s talking like he does in his videos. You clench around him so tight he struggles to push in a second finger.

“I didn’t… I didn’t like it,” you whimper as he scissors you open, pussy dripping slick down your thighs, the floodgates have opened.

“Didn’t like what?” Dad kisses the sweat-slicked nape of your neck while he stretches you out, a third finger wriggling in beside his pointer and middle. He does it so clean, like—It’s dirty, but he’s so smooth, and it’s ‘cause he’s done this a million times before. To girls with tighter pussies and perkier tits and prettier faces.

“Like—Watchin’ it.” You try to stop the tremble in your voice, but he’s playing with your clit, pushing back the hood and pressing down on it hard like it’s a fucking buzzer. “I don’t like it… ‘Cause you weren’t with me.”

“What do you mean, baby?” Daddy asks, trying to make sense of your pout, his fingers come to a halt when you go rigid against his body, your spine digging into his front when you cum.

“It’s not fair, you were with other little girls ‘n not me, dad—“ You shudder, clit thrumming as your orgasm washes over you, it feels both warm and like you were doused in a bucket of ice water.

“Oh, baby,” Leon squeezes your tit with the hand that isn’t playing with your cunt— Like that’ll make you feel better about this deep-rooted self-hatred and whatever else a lack of a father figure has given you, “but you have dad now.”

And it’s not enough. You wanted him then. No matter how much you deny it, no matter how much you say mom was enough, you wanted a dad so fucking bad. But this’ll have to be enough. It’ll do.

“I’m all yours now, you don’t have to share me with anyone, okay?” He kisses your lips when you tilt your head up to look at him, and you melt into him.

“Okay.” You nod, the faint taste of whiskey lingers in your mouth when he pulls away.

Dad lays you down and you let him. It feels like he’s fucking you into bed, when he kisses your thigh you know he doesn’t see you like he used to. You’re not really a daughter to him, but he is obligated to take care of you in any way he sees fit, and if clogging up your leaky pussy with his dick is what daddy thinks is right, you’ll let him do that.

You were dreaming about it last night so you don’t know what’s changed.

“Can’t believe you found it,” Leon says to himself, he’s shaking his head as he lowers his sweats.

“Was really easy, dad, ‘s not hard to find.” You shift and spread your legs, his head rests on your thigh.

“Did you go lookin’ for it?” He squeezes your pussy lips together, licking your clit when it pokes out between them.

“No…” Your answer is partly true. ‘Cause you did come across those old tapes by mistake, and you really were horrified at first, but you did type your dad’s name into the search bar with the word daddy after it.

He raises his brows but doesn’t question you sooner ‘cause, in his words, your pussy’s too pretty to be thinkin’ of anything else.

Dad eats you out and your legs shake. You can’t even talk about it, fuck, you don’t even remember it, all you know is that it felt fucking good. And it hit you hard. Your makeup is dripping, you look like you got passed around at a frat party, and he hasn’t even put his dick in you yet.

You grope at his dick through his boxers like you’ve seen all girls in porn do, and then you swallow hard. ‘Cause it’s big and you’re not sure you can make it through sucking his dick without a couple of bumps in the road.

“Don’t have to do that, just wanna put my dick inside you,” he mumbles when you nose at his cock, suckling on the wet patch that leaks through his boxers.

“I need daddy inside me too,” you whine pitifully, and he coos, sitting you on his tummy, pussy so wet it gets the taut skin of his abdomen all shiny.

“You need it or you want it, baby?” He laughs softly, and a gentle hand comes to rub circles into your hip.

“I need it, dad,” you whine again, not knowing what to do with your hands so you place them on his chest. You really do need it. It’s a life-or-death situation.

“Okay, baby, sit on it, c’mon, I know you can do it,” Dad urges, the most he does to help you out is take the shaft of his cock in his hand, guiding it into your tight hole, but you have to do the rest.

Your body seizes as you slide down on his fat cock, your insides are shaped like him by the time he bottoms out. He’s wearing you. Using your cervix as a cock ring.

“Is it that good, baby?” Dad pets your head as your mouth is agape, his feet are planted flat on the bed and he ever so gently thrusts upwards, the tip of his cock jabbing your cervix in a way you’ve never felt before. It hurts so good and you want him to do it again. “Do you need dad’s help, pumpkin?”

Your legs tremble and your toes curl, you admit defeat with a single nod of your head. So daddy grabs your hips and batters your cervix as he bounces you on his cock like a doll. Like a pornstar.

“There we go, you’re a natural, baby, just like your daddy,” he tells you as you collapse into his chest, your face in his neck as you cry for him, for his fat fucking cock. Jesus Christ. Your dad is seriously rawing your pussy right now, you didn't even think of a condom—He hits that stop deep inside of you, and his fingers find your clit and you’re a goner.

There are no thoughts to think up when dad’s inside of you. Your brain is blank and all you can do is call out for daddy, you want him to hold you so he does, you beg him to kiss you and he does, he kisses you so hard it hurts, teeth clacking and your spit dribbling into his mouth.

Dad doesn’t cum inside of you though, and you have to admit you're disappointed. You wanted him to warm your belly and your heart. He holds you against his chest as you sniffle, and then he asks if you want to be a star just like dad.

“You really are a natural, baby, I wasn’t kidding.” Leon rocks you from side to side. “What’d you think, hm? Want to help dad out with his comeback? Nobody has to know.”

It’ll be too hard to notice. How your nose is the same as his from the side, how you both have dimples in the same places, that your top lip is thinner than your bottom lip just like dad’s. Things like that, they’ll slip under the radar, so you accept. ‘Cause you’d do a damn good job at being his on-screen daughter.

Batsis as Craig

Bruce: why can’t you behave

Batsis: idk

Bruce: better behave if you don’t no cookie for you

Batsis:…

Batsis: 🖕

Batfam: 0o0

Bruce:

I made him look weird

BIRTHDAY DINNER FEATURING JASON TODD

DESCRIPTION: there’s only one thing that jason wants for his birthday, and you can’t deny him any longer.

WORD COUNT: 2727

CONTENTS: oral (female receiving), shy reader, fem reader, cocky jason todd, pet names, slight exhibitionism (yall get nasty and loud in jason’s old room at the manor), no piv, squirting, spitting, manhandling, jason REALLY like eating you out, oral fixation <33, jason is a pleasure dom so true, praise, YALL R IN LUV !!!!!, so self indulgent shush, belt bondage, batfam antics at the end bc i said so, aftercare 

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE OF MY LIFE YOU GUYS LITERALLY DO NOT UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS MAN HE MEANS EVERYTHING TO ME THERE'S NO ONE MORE IMPORTANT THAN HIM I WANNA MAKE HIM HAPPY SO BAD HE DESERVES THE WORLD! also sorry this is a day late </3

jason stares at you across the dinner table wolfishly, his eyes sparkling with something akin to mischief. his mouth curls up in a smirk as he continues chewing his food. you recognized that look, it was the one he had whenever he was planning to do something reckless… or scandalous. 

you force yourself to break eye contact with him, redirecting your gaze back to the lovely dinner that alfred had made.

jason had been invited to spend his birthday back at the manor, and with enough pestering from everyone (mainly dick), he had obliged. he made sure to bring you along as well, because he “doesn’t think he can stand being around them that long without wanting to die again” and he needed you to “keep him sane”. you had chuckled when he announced it to you, throwing himself dramatically on your sofa. 

you now regret agreeing to come along, because there’s a gnawing feeling inside you that tells you that jason was going to cause trouble. you squirm in your seat, hoping that you were just being paranoid, or at the very least that jason wasn’t going to do something that would embarrass you too much. 

dinner was over before you realized- you were too lost in your own thoughts, too busy trying to ignore the burning stare that jason was still giving you- to notice the time that had passed.

you stood up, politely tucking in your chair and reached for the emptied plates around you, wanting to help the others clean up. alfred quickly stopped you, telling you that he and the others have got it covered, and that he’s sure jason wants to spend some time with you. the butler also winked at you, and you fluster at what he could be implying. 

you looked back to where jason was near the end of the table, the mischievous grin still plastered across his face. he held out his hand for you, which you took. his palm was warm, and you find yourself once again pleasantly surprised by how hot jason’s body ran.

jason began leading you back to his old room, mumbling something about it being too late for him to want to take the drive back. the mansion is bigger than you had originally thought, you realized. with long, winding hallways and towering walls, it was easy to get lost. 

you absent-mindedly followed him, your focus and gaze occupied with lingering on the many paintings and portraits adorning the walls. 

his room is much simpler than you had imagined. the only things decorating the huge space besides the king sized bed was a red guitar and a bookshelf. 

you walk further in to examine the large window embedded into the wall, the view of the garden in the moonlight fascinating you as you gazed out of the glass.

jason walks up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and lowering his head into the crook of your neck. he nuzzles into the skin there, planting soft kisses that have you giggling and squirming in his hold. 

“do you like the view?” he whispers cheekily.

you spin in his arms, your own coming up to wrap around his shoulders, your hands intertwining at the back of his neck. 

“i like this one more.” you smile back. 

jason leans down to peck at your lips, his slightly chapped lips brushing sweetly against your soft ones. he tugs you closer, arms wrapping tighter around you.

“did you have a good birthday?” you ask him. the sight of your radiant smile makes his adoration for you grow, a grin of his own breaking out on his face.

he pretends to ponder a bit before answering. “i did. spending time with those losers wasn’t as bad as i thought it was going to be.” 

you reel back to hit his shoulder lightly, muttering out a ‘don’t be mean, jason’, which makes him laugh before he pulls you into him again.

he continues. “dinner was nice. so were the gifts. i didn’t get what i want, though.”

“oh? and what did you want, mr. todd? because i remember you being very happy with the new motorcycle bruce got you.” your tone is laced with a light-hearted sarcasm, but you’re genuinely confused at what jason hinted at. 

“did you know you looked stunning tonight?” jason quickly changes the conversation, leaving you in a further state of puzzlement. 

you were wearing a relatively simple dress. nothing too revealing or fancy. you just wanted to look nice for the family dinner, but not overdress. 

before you could respond, jason’s lips were on yours again. the kiss is more fervent, rushed. his mouth sporadically slotting against yours. 

in the haze of passion you can barely feel yourself moving backwards, but you are. his body is pressing against yours and guiding you to the bed, your feet trying hard not to stumble in the meanwhile. 

you feel your calves hit the frame of the bed before jason’s hands force you down, your back hitting the mattress with a soft thud.

he towers above you, his frame casting a shadow over yours. he peers down at you hungrily, like how a predator does its prey.

“do you want to know what i was thinking about during dinner?” another out-of-the-blue question from him. it was hard trying to decipher him, his mind always seemed to work too quickly for you to keep up. 

he pauses for a beat of silence, then “at first i was thinking about how delicious and juicy my steak was. then i thought about how delicious and juicy you would be.”

you feel your face burn with embarrassment, heat taking its place on your cheeks. 

you recount all the times throughout your relationship when jason had tried to eat you out, which always ended in you rejecting his offers. you just always felt too embarrassed. none of the people you had been with in the past ever did it, and it became something you stigmatized. 

you subconsciously press your legs together, making jason frown. 

“come on, princess. you’re not going to deny the birthday boy, right?” 

he leans down, hovering over you on the bed to pepper kisses on your face, trying to convince you to give. 

“jason, you don’t have to, you know.” 

“i know. i want to though, really bad.” he pants it out against the sensitive skin of your neck. his tone has taken on a husky tone, almost sounding like a beg. 

you weighed it out. you’d certainly feel bad if you refused him again since it seemed like he was genuine. furthermore, you were weak whenever his tone took on a deeper pitch, the raspiness of it going straight between your legs.

pushing all anxieties to the back of your mind, you shyly nod your head. 

a large smile breaks onto jason’s face. he outwardly rejoiced, placing a sloppy kiss on your cheeks before reeling back.

his large arms tuck themselves under your knees and behind your back, before he lifts you up and throws you further up the bed. 

you gasp as you hit the bed again, his show of strength igniting the heat in your core.

the mattress sinks as he climbs on too, positioning himself on his knees beneath you. his hands linger at the hem of your dress, waiting for a signal from you. at your nod, he bunches the fabric up to your waist, exposing to him your panties. 

he whistles, an action that he's prone to doing whenever he’s around you it seems- whether it's seeing you in a new dress or in a bikini at the beach. it’s his go-to for letting you know just how divine he thinks you are. 

his hands pull at the cotton too, tugging them down and off your legs. 

“how did i ever get so lucky?” he muses once he’s able to see your glistening folds. 

“i’m the lucky one,” you whisper above him. 

“mm, i disagree, princess.” 

he repositions himself to lay on his stomach, his elbows supporting his weight. his hands wrap around your thighs to pull you closer, with him nestling into the space between your legs. 

he leans down to place a kiss on your sensitive clit, making your legs jolt reflexively. 

“relax,” he murmurs. “i’ll make you feel good.” 

one of his arms lays itself across your waist, acting as an anchor to keep you still. his other hand drifts down to your clit, his thumb rubbing circles on the bud.

your body twitches, goosebumps erupting over your skin at the contact. you can feel small sparks start to settle in your veins, your arousal growing by the second. 

jason then pulls back the hood of your clit, granting him access to your full cunt. he dips down, flattening his tongue and running it up your sex. when he reaches the top he suckles your clit, making you erupt in a languid moan. 

you quickly slap a hand over your mouth, realizing how loud you were being. everyone was still in the house, and even though the manor was gigantic, you didn’t want to risk someone hearing you. 

“awh, what’s the fun in that, babe?” jason teases, his trademark smirk back on his face.

you can’t answer him because his thumb is back to work on your clit, rubbing fervently to draw random shapes on it. if you were to try to speak you knew you would just be cut off with more lewd sounds. 

you don’t understand how jason’s not worried before you conclude that he simply doesn’t have an ounce of shame left in his body.

he fake pouts when all you offer him is a shake of your head. “i don’t see what’s so bad about everyone knowing how good i treat you, pretty girl, so how about you let me hear those sounds? it’s my birthday after all.”

when you refuse to budge he stands up again, taking off his belt with quick fingers. before you can process it, he reaches to gather both your hands, tightening the leather around it and attaching it to the bed frame. you’re left defenseless, unable to break the tie. 

jason settles back in his previous position, now with a goal in mind to get you to be as loud as possible. 

he throws both your thighs over his shoulders, pressing himself as close to your pussy as possible. his nose nudges against your clit as he slurps at honeyed folds. his tongue curls and lathers your slick onto his taste buds, and he hums at the taste of you.

“i can’t believe you’ve been keeping this from me.” he grunts. 

he dives back in and begins to eat you out like a man starved because, in a way, he is one. 

“you’re so fucking good for me. tastes so fucking good.”

you’re a mess under him, writhing against the covers of the bed. heavy pants and slurred swears fall from your lips. they join the symphony of wet smacks emanating from jason to paint the air with obscenity. 

you truly tasted like heaven, making jason constantly moan and hum against your sex. the vibrations do little to help you keep your dignity, your whines only growing louder at the presence of them. 

there’s a rapidly coiling spring in your stomach, burning with the need to release. 

jason’s actions grow more and more sporadic. he switches from sucking at your clit, to dragging his tongue along your folds, to flicking his tongue in and out of you seemingly without any rhyme. 

“fuck, fuck, fuck please jason!” you call out his name in a broken cry. your mind feels as though it’s turned to mush, the onslaught of pleasure drowning out all of your sensibilities. 

he only works faster, lapping at your sex with all the ferocity that he could muster. your essence coated his mouth and chin, the way he was eating you out also made it spread along your inner thighs and splatter against the bedsheets. 

you can feel the slight stubble that jason is sporting, relishing in the way it scratches against your sensitive skin. you wish your hands were freed so that you could tug at jason’s raven locks. 

one of jason’s hands leaves its position from locking your legs on his shoulder to pull at the hood of your clit, exposing the bud to him once again. he reels back, collecting the salivation in his mouth and gathering it on his tongue before he spits onto your cunt. 

the saliva mixes with your wetness, soaking and dirtying your cunt even more. 

“so messy for me,” he huffs out proudly. his tongue lapped at his lips, collecting the sweetness that clung there.

he immediately goes back to devouring you, mouth hot against your sex. 

you’ve given up on being quiet long ago, your wanton noises filling up the room, bouncing off the walls and leaking into the hallways.

babbles and yelps, moans and cries and whines escape from out your throat, falling off the tip of your tongue and filling jason’s ears. 

you’re close to becoming undone, you can just feel it. your head feels thick- like there’s nothing but syrup flowing through it. there’s a static in your veins, overtaking your body and making you feel hot and fuzzy. your toes curl, your thighs closing in as best as they could in jason’s heavy grasp. 

“jay, jason” you mewl. “gon- m’close. mess!” you try to warn him, but you’re sure your message doesn’t do much to convey what was about to happen.

like a tidal wave, you’re swept up. the sensation overwhelming you as it takes over your body. your legs spasm as a pornographic moan climbs its way out of your throat. a jet of clear liquid shoots from your cunt, making a mess of the bed and jason. 

you can feel your blood thrum in your veins, feel your heart beating out of your chest. you can’t say you’ve ever came this hard before. you’ve never seen black stars dot your vision, or feel your limbs turn to useless jelly. you’ve never felt sparks- literal sparks- fizzle underneath your skin and make your brain go haywire.

distantly, you can feel jason continuing to lap and kiss your sex, and you squirm away from the overstimulating sensation.

you’re left panting on the bed in the aftermath, body worn out from the strength of your orgasm. 

jason uses his hand to wipe at his face, before licking the remnants of you off his palm and fingers. he chuckles at your state, fixing your dress and noting how your eyelids flutter. 

“did you enjoy that?” he asks softly, murmuring it into your hair before he plants a soft kiss.

you hum out, groggily nodding your head.

“good, because it won't be the last time.” he chuckles out. “thanks for the birthday gift, princess.”

he tucks you in, wishing you a goodnight as he watches your heavy lids finally close. 

after he’s sure you’re sound asleep, he heads into the conjoined bathroom, washing his face before grabbing a towel and dampening it. he heads back out to you, cleaning you up before stripping you of your dress. he replaces it with his own shirt, the cotton much more comfortable than what you had previously been wearing. 

he looks down at you, an endearing look washing over his face as he rakes over your form. you looked so peaceful, your chest rising and falling softly, your face decorated with a soft smile. he climbs into bed beside you, turning on his side and pulling you into his bare chest.

“it seems that master todd is all grown up.” alfred jests, placing the plate of cookies on the dinner table.

“too grown up for me.” bruce grimaces, sipping his cup of coffee.

tim shudders in his seat, his lips curved into a deep frown. “i guess now we know not to invite him over on his birthday.”

barbara laughs, seemingly the only person still in a good mood after being subjected to the cacophony of lust. “i think that was his plan all along. did you guys not see his look during dinner?”

dick nods. “i saw it. he’s so evil.” the oldest robin laments before shoving another cookie into his mouth.

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