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Jason who’s so overly sensitive. Everywhere. Oh my god.

He kisses you like he’s dying and this is the last time he’s ever going to have you and he fucks you the same way tbh…. But when you find out how sensitive he is it’s all over for him.

You brush past him one day, a hand ghosting over his ass, the other lightly touching his abs as you kind of shift around him and he whimpers. He fucking whimpers. And you look up at him because yeah, you’ve fucked, but you’ve NEVER heard him make a noise like that. His eyes are squeezed shut and he looks so embarrassed, his cheeks flushed red as he brings a hand up to cover his mouth.

“Sorry.” He’d say as if he’d somehow made it ??? Awkward??? He’s not looking at you so obviously he can’t see that you want to jump his fucking bones in the damn kitchen. But you do want to.

So you like. Test his sensitivity a little. Not to be mean but he definitely thinks it’s mean because when your hand splays across his stomach and you start mouthing at his neck his eyes fly open and his knees nearly buckle. And suddenly you’ve reduced a 6’3” 275 pounds of pure muscle into a whiny mess.

He’s still in charge because he doesn’t want to relinquish that control, but all the sudden he’s tipping his head back and moaning like a fucking pornstar as you grope him, just testing him. You pinch his nipple and he nearly collapses. Press your thigh between his legs and he bites his lip to muffle a whine. Kiss over his autopsy scar and he’s got tears in his eyes. Before you can blink he’s hoisting you up and setting you on the counter, looking at you with those big ol eyes that are practically screaming “I wanna fuck you and fill you up until you can’t walk and your insides are molded to the shape of my dick”.

“Please stop teasing me,” he begs, pressing his bulge between ur thighs. And he’s so sweet, so needy, with tears in his eyes and looking just so sweet and desperate. “Please let me fuck you.” And oh :( how can you say no??? That would be so mean!!!

And all the sudden you’ve got a surefire way to get him to jump your bones- grab his ass, touch his stomach, slip a hand up his shirt- and you’ve got a whiny chatterbox who’s just babbling about how good you feel and how pretty you are and how much he loves you as he fucks you until you can’t walk.

Oh my god. I’m so sorry. This is the most depraved thing I’ve ever written I’m so embarrassed. I need Jason’s dick so bad it would fix me. - 🎊

just. just. just. i'm. i don't even- like, i've been gatekeeping this guys sorry. i have to apologize for withholding this gem. i don't even have anything to add bc you really just got it like this fucking got it.

retweet. send post. whatever the kids are saying these days.

You hurt yourself, I sit there and watch you bleed

a Jason Todd blurb

female!s/o

Summary: Jason sits hurt in a bath, his significant other assesses his pain fuelled state of being.

Warnings: Description of injuries. Implications of a self destructive nature. Jason's s/o sits with him while he's in the bath (pre-established consent). use of a religious metaphor.

Note: I have been struggling to write recently. It has just been a plethora of drafts, deleted pieces and forgotten sentences. Plagued by insecurity regarding other works, I have some positive emotions sprouting towards this one. I hope it remains as such.

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Quiet and humid.

The bathroom encased in steam emanates a certain warmth, comforting yet harrowing. Seeping into his skin, it clouds his senses. He sits drenched in its offerings, perturbed by his thoughts and nothing all at once.

Sitting next to him, separated only by the cold porcelain, she lays her arm against the tub, dancing her fingers in and out of the warm water, watching the ripples blur his skin.

Resting her head on her arm, she watches him, observing the aches that litter his being, penetrating past the surface. "You look tired," she whispers.

Clutching his shut eyes tightly, Jason rolls his head towards her direction. A siren, she will call and he will always answer. Whatever condition he may be plagued by, he will find a way, for it is her song that has rendered him beguiled and it is the only one he will ever allow himself to hear.

"I am," he whimpers.

Frowning, she runs her fingers through his hair, pushing them away from his forehead. Studying the bruises that decorate his skin, her frown deepens at the harsh strokes. A canvas, the splotches of colour sit loud and bitter, the shade of blood oranges.

They sit a poignant reminder of his destiny, off his tainted legacy. This is all he will ever be.

He leans into her, eyes remaining unopened, almost as if shielding his sorrow. He leans into her, encaged in a desperation mimicking a sinner, salvation lies only in the blessed feeling off her featherlight touch.

He craves her. The only saviour he knows, he needs her.

"You mustn't do this to yourself," she mutters, voice heavy, words laced with an ache that douses her emotions.

Why must you hurt? Why must it be in damned repetition?

Blowing out a slight defeated laugh, he relents, "There is no other way."

Letting her hand cup his face, she caresses his soft, tired skin with her thumb.

I cannot save you from yourself, all that I can offer is my devotion unrelenting in its persistence to serve you.

"I wish there were."

I feel like many people have a fundamental misconception of what unreliable narrator means. It's simply a narrative vehicle not a character flaw, a sign that the character is a bad person. There are also many different types of unreliable narrators in fiction. Being an unreliable narrator doesn't necessarily mean that the character is 'wrong', it definitely doesn't mean that they're wrong about everything even if some aspects in their story are inaccurate, and only some unreliable narrators actively and consciously lie. Stories that have unreliable narrators also tend to deal with perception and memory and they often don't even have one objective truth, just different versions. It reflects real life where we know human memory is highly unreliable and vague and people can interpret same events very differently

when the teasing goes from cute and innocent to ‘oh that turned you on, didn’t it?’