Jason Todd X M!reader - Red Light

Plaything

Cw: kinda dubcon, non-consensual blood drinking, non-explicit sex, dom vampire lady, not really x reader but not really an oc either?, she’s just a vessel for the freak shit, it’s all about the blood baybee

Leon watched her from across the bar, absolutely captivated by her. Everything about her was beautiful, the black hair that fell in tight ringlets down her back, her porcelain skin completely unmarked by stress or age. Everything about her was perfect.

He averted his gaze for just a moment and when he looked back up another man had taken the empty space at her side, a space he longed to be in, but knew he could never fill.

He couldn’t hear the words they exchanged, but he did notice the way she confidently lifted the man’s drink from his hand and finished it without flinching. The man ordered another round for the two of them and she accepted the drink from the bartender, waving her companion away as quickly as he’d joined her.

As the man retreats from her, Leon thinks he wants to take the man’s place, but the thoughts don’t seem to be his own, despite thinking about joining her before.

‘Come to me,’ the voice in his head whispers, and who is he to fight it?

He crosses the room and slides onto the stool beside her, making her turn to him and give him a smile.

Leon quickly realizes that there is something very very wrong with this woman. Everything about her is too much.

Her smile is too wide, her teeth too sharp, her painted lips are a feral shade of red, her scent is too intoxicating, her skin too perfect even up close, and her piercing gray eyes, they seem to capture his own and as badly as he wants to look away, he can’t.

“It’s nice of you to finally come over,” she purrs, her eyes softening ever so slightly, leaning back against her chair. “I thought you were just going to stare at me until one of us died,” she adds, laughing ever so slightly. “You’d be waiting an awful long time.”

Leon laughs along nervously, gesturing to the bartender. “Would you like a drink? On me.”

“Oh, no thank you. I just want to chat with you. I’ll admit, you’ve been driving me crazy all evening.”

He’s taken aback at her statement. She found him attractive? Her? Everything about the situation screamed at him to turn tail and run, but he was just so intrigued. He couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Leon took notice of the way her eyes lingered on his lips, her own parted so slightly, and he couldn’t tell if she was breathing at all, he certainly wasn’t.

“What’s got you so nervous, huh, sweetheart? I’m not gonna rip you apart,” she teases, lifting his hand and pressing her lips to the back of it, leaving a faint lipstick print. “Unless you want me to.”

Leon laughs nervously, completely unsure as to how to react to this woman at all.

“So, uh, what about me interests you,” he questions, tentatively taking her hand in his own.

“You seem like the type of boy I’d like to play with.”

The ends of Leon’s ears turn pink and he ducks his head away. She reaches out and grabs his chin, making him face her.

“Why so shy, darling,” she questions, staring into his eyes.

“I love you,” he blurts, averting his gaze immediately.

“Who doesn’t,” she laughs, stroking the back of her hand against his cheek as she releases him.

Leon stares at her, awestruck, for a moment before coming to his senses again, his blue eyes returning their focusing on her face. Had he really just said that? No way, he had to be losing it.

“We should get out of here, I’m getting bored of this place, you know,” she sighs, sounding horribly unamused.

“Ye-yeah, where do you want to go? We can go anywhere you want.” He’s aware of how pathetic he sounds, but he just can’t help it, he felt like he’d been stripped of his own will and hers had replaced it, like she’d ripped out his frontal cortex and replaced it with her very existence.

What was that one freak’s name? He shook his head. It didn’t matter, not now, not really.

“Take me back to your place, baby, she purrs, leaning down into his ear, nipping at his earlobe. “I’m gonna have some fun with you.”

“Okay, yeah, sounds good. My place.”

She holds her hand out and he takes it as he stands, keeping her steady as she slides off the barstool. She towered over him in her heels, and the sound they made as she walked echoed in his head, ricocheting off the inside of his skull and worming their way into whatever part of his brain was connected to his dick.

As soon as he unlocked the door of his apartment she was all over him, touching, squeezing, kissing him so quickly it made his head spin.

“You sure you’re not too drunk. I can drop you home if you are.”

“I don’t get drunk baby,” she replies, pulling him against her as she devours his lips.

“If you insist.”

“I do.”

“Okay.”

She grips his chin harshly, crimson talons digging into his jaw and he yelps, clawing at her wrist to no avail, and for the first time, he notices how cold her flesh is. “You’ll regard me with more respect if you want me to stay, understand?”

“Y-yes, Yes, Ma’am?”

“Good boy,” she praises, releasing Leon’s face and tutting as she rubs at the crescent shaped marks on his cute little face. “Please behave yourself. I don’t want to have to hurt you.”

Leon never thought something could chill his blood and turn him on at the same time, but here he was in front of the most terrifying, tempting woman he’d ever seen.

“So, where’s that bed of yours, hm?”

“Oh, that’s right, it’s this way,” he hums, taking her hand and leading her down the hall into the only bedroom in the apartment.

He closes the door behind the two of them and kicks off his shoes, watching as she makes herself at home, perching at the foot of his bed.

“Take your clothes off,” she commands, watching as he obeys without question.

She takes a moment, cocking her head as she takes him in, and then holds her foot out towards him, pointing her toe in his direction. Leon doesn't even need to be told what to do, making his way over and kneeling before her, carefully easing the heel off. He wasn’t exactly sure what the brand was, but he did know that the ones with the red on the bottom were the expensive ones. He then takes the other one from her waiting foot and carefully sits them down at the end of the bed.

Leon’s unsure of how to continue, but he wants so badly to please her, to keep her from just walking out, so he presses an unsure kiss to her ankle, earning him a sharp grin, urging him on. He kisses his way up to her thigh and then peers up at her, half expectant, half pleading.

“Well go ahead. I’ll let you eat me first if that’s what you’d like.”

His hands trail up her legs with uncertainty, sliding under her dress and pushing it up around her hips, fingers hooking into her pantyhose and carefully pulling them down. His face is between her thighs almost before he realizes it, and her hand comes down, gripping the back of his head, digging those claws into his scalp. A whine of protest falls from his lips, but she just doubles down, digging her nails in deeper.

The only response he gets from her the entire time is the spread of her legs and the occasional bit of praise, but aside from that she peers down at him with an almost unamused glare. Despite her indifference Leon keeps eating her out, his hips grinding against nothing as enjoys being between the legs of a woman this beautiful.

“That’s enough,” She growls, pulling him away by the scalp and practically tossing him to the side. Leon sits back on his heels and looks up at her, watching intently as she slips out of her dress and folds it, walking across his room and laying it on his dresser.

Some people looked better in clothes, and some looked better in the nude. It appeared that she’d missed the memo and decided she’d be perfect in any state of dress. Muscles ripple under her flesh like those of a leopard. Her skin was porcelain all over, no tan lines, no scars or stretch marks, just smooth, supple perfection.

“You look so pretty like this, such a shame.”

Before Leon can even question what that means she’s grabbed him and thrown him onto the bed. She’s on him in an instant, kissing and biting him all over as she sinks herself down onto his painfully hard dick. He lets out a pathetic sound and she wraps a hand around his throat and squeezes, her other hand pinning his wrists above his head while she rides him. Leon’s eyes widen in fear and his feet scramble for traction against the sheets. She just loosens her grip ever so slightly and shushes him, and it’s more than enough to make him relax under her touch.

Leon cums embarrassingly quick, but she doesn't seem to care, continuing to ride him until he’s a sweaty whimpering mess under her. He does his best to plead with her for a break, for just a moment, but his body’s on fire and his mind is quickly becoming a foggy mess. Before long all he can do is whimper and buck his hips up to meet hers, his legs trembling, chest heaving, he can’t even see her anymore, he can’t see anything.

The hand around his neck disappears and he stretches his fingers out to brush against her wrist, needing something, anything to ground him, to keep his mind and his body connected. A sharp pain takes the place of her chilled hand and he lets out a weak yelp, jerking away. Her cold hand grabs the side of his face, forcing him to stay still. He just gives in to the sensation, and the pain fades into a pleasurable throb, and then there’s nothing.

Leon wakes up the next morning tangled in his sheets with a pounding headache and a dull ache at the side of his neck and on his left wrist. When he sits up his vision swims and he has to fist the sheets to keep himself upright. A note rests on the nightstand. He picks it up and stares at it. ‘Hope you let me play with you again,’ it reads in what appears to be brown marker. He flips it to find a picture of himself asleep, or unconscious, based on how he was feeling at the moment. A groan falls from his lips and he falls backwards, letting himself go back to sleep.

When he wakes again it's well past noon. He crawls from his bed and heads to the bathroom. He’s so battered he can barely recognize himself. His vision is still fuzzy, but he can still see the crescent nail marks and hickies scattered across the expanse of his paler-than-normal flesh, some of them are recognizably human bites, the mark of each tooth deep and visible. They’re worst at his neck and wrist, both places are a deep blue and dried blood is smeared around the bites.

How the fuck was he going to hide any of this? He was never going to let himself think with his dick ever again, but part of him was hoping he’d run into that strange woman again.

This gotta be the last thing Damian said to Jason before being knocked in the head AT LEAST once

its because youre always on that damn autopsy table

“Bible Study”

Cw: mentions of abuse,puritan culture, secret relationship

You trembled as you sat at the table across from your father. He was calm, too calm. His collected demeanor was merely a mask to cover the rage he would inevitably let loose on you.

“I’ve heard things about you, y/n. Things I don’t want to be hearin’. You been disappearin’ a lot more and people are saying you’ve been running around with boys.”

You fight the urge to turn your eyes away from your father’s as you think about the last few months. You had been running around, though not with boys. You’d been spending every free moment you had with a man. A godly man, whom you trusted to protect you from the forces of the Devil while he used your body for sin.

“I haven’t been running around. I’ve been with Father Sunday, you can ask him. You know how I struggle to grasp my readings. He’s been kind enough to help me with the word.” You state, trying your best to sound as innocent as possible.

“Get up,” he snaps, causing you to jump in your seat, straightening your spine to attention as you stand.

“Where are we going,” you question, voice trembling as all the possible punishments your father could lay on you race through your mind.

“We’re going to have a word with Father Sunday, and if he doesn't corroborate your story you best hope we’re out of grits,” he growls, grabbing the back of your neck forcefully and guiding you towards the front door, jolting you harshly as you struggle to keep up.

He marches you across the field to the chapel beneath the tree and kicks the door open, pushing you down the aisle to where Eli kneels before the cross, his head bowed in prayer.

“Father Sunday,” your father calls, startling Eli from his task. “I’m terribly sorry to bother you so late in the evening, but I have reason to believe my daughter’s gotten herself into a predicament.”

Eli stands and turns to face you, taking your hands in his and gently pulling you away from your fathers grasp. “Oh that’s quite alright. What ails you child,” he hums, bringing his palm up to rest on your forehead.

“Word around town is that she’s been running around with boys and getting up to ungodly things.”

“Oh, no no,” Eli murmurs, moving your body so his view of your father is unobstructed. “That’s simply not true. She’s been here with me, studying. I know how she struggles and how terribly she wishes to be close to God. She’s done nothing wrong, and I’ll make sure everybody knows that. I was worried when she didn’t make it this afternoon, was it at your discretion sir?”

“I kept her home to question her on the matter.”

“I see,” Eli hums, looking over at you, taking notice of the way your hand trembled in his. “Would you still like to study this evening instead? I’ve got plenty of lamp oil.”

You nod softly at his offer. “Yes sir, I’d appreciate it.”

Eli releases your hand and turns his attention to your father. “She’s in good hands, sir. I’ll see to it that she gets home safe.”

You watch as your father nods curtly, merley giving Eli a grunt as he turns on his heel and retreats through the heavy doors of the church.

As soon as the door slams behind him you fall into Eli, a sob wracking your body as his arms wrap around you. “Oh Eli, thank you. Thank you.”

Eli’s hands grip your shoulder as he pushes you away to look at your face. “What’s he done to you now?”

“Nothing. He didn’t do anything this time. If your story hadn’t agreed he’d have made me kneel in grits again.”

“Oh darling, my darling girl. I won’t allow it. I’ll make my next sermon about sparing the rod, he’s sure to listen,” he rambles, his hands roaming hurriedly as the pads of his fingers trace the contours of your face, wiping your tears away.

“Eli, that won’t do a thing.”

“You should marry me. If we got married I could take you away from him for good. He could never put his hands on you again. We wouldn't even have to share a bed if you don’t want to.”

“Please, Eli, I don’t want to think about that anymore.”

His arms relax, pulling you towards him and the weight of his head resting on yours comforts you. “Alright then. I understand. Let’s go into the study.”

“Of course Eli, let’s,” you hum, allowing him to lead you into his study and settle you into the chair across from him.

“So aside from your father, how have you been since I last saw you, darling,” he questions, reaching across his desk to take your hands into his once again.

“I’ve been well, just helping mother with the canning for winter when I’m not with you.”

“Do you like being here, with me?”

“Of course I do Eli, I wouldn’t come around if I didn’t. I- I do love you, you know.”

“I love you too, darling. I meant what I said. I would like to marry you.”

“We can’t now, my father’s already suspicious. Just give it a year, then we’ll be safe.”

Eli sighs, leaning to rest his head on his arm. “I wish he wasn’t so cruel to you. I’d kill him if I could.”

“Eli, don’t talk like that. It’s sinful.”

“All I care about is you. I just want you to be free.”

“And I will be in time.”

He sighs again and brings you hand to his lips, kissing it gently and looking up at you.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he hums, making a warm blush creep across your cheeks. “I haven’t done right by you and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked you to take so many risks for me.”

“I wouldn’t have if I didn’t want to.”

“I haven’t forced your hand?”

“Never,” you reply, pulling him into a kiss. “I’m my own woman, I don’t need a preacher-man to guide me. I understand the Bible just as well as you, you know, I just wanted a reason to spend time with you.”

He laughs and brings his hand to cup your cheek. “Well, I’m glad your father thinks you’re as foolish as he is.”

is that a challenge???

All long-form fics will be linked to Ao3

My entire catalogue of fics are linked under the cut, if there’s no link it means I haven’t cross-posted it yet. (I’m still working on it, I promise)

Many Paths- Leon decides to put off joining the military for one very specific reason

Shifter- An illusion is the truth aka: Leon’s worst nightmare

Special Girl- You finally get Leon right where you’ve always wanted him. Your bed

Strictly Business- A Princess marries Kylo Ren for the sake of her planet (long-form)

Lead Me Home- Two spies fall for each other without realizing they’re on the same side (long-form)

Cool Water- When the outlaw Levi Ackerman gets captured by a handsome Sheriff, he has until the end of their journey to prove he’s really not that bad of a guy (Cowboy au, Long-form)

Winter Break- Your hot step-brother Eren comes home from college, shenanigans ensue

Fraulein- Reiner recalls a summer he spent with a farmer’s daughter (1920s Texas au)

Mister Right- The wondrous algorithms of Tinder lead you to the man of your dreams (Long-form)

Phantom Blood

Gentle Giant- Johnathan Joestar gets down and dirty (respectfully)

Battle Tendency

Stardust Crusaders

Stay With Me- After realizing how close he came to losing you, Jotaro comes clean about his feelings (Star-Crossed Crusaders pt 1/4

Remember Summer Days- You and Jotaro cross paths a few years later when your exchange program sends you to Japan (Star-Crossed Crusaders pt 2/4)

Diamond is Unbreakable

Never Meant- Jotaro tells you he’s married, you can’t take it anymore (Star-Crossed Crusaders pt 3/4) (wip)

Golden Wind

Science Fiction- Ghiaccio has a giant crush on the maid, good thing she’s a loser too

Science Fiction Double Feature- You and Ghiaccio decide to get serious

Antici…pation- Ghiaccio finds out the hard way where babies come from

Simple Solutions- Screaming babies are the worst

Run With Me?- Risotto has more secrets than Passione knows

Easter Sunday- Mista meets a pretty girl at Mass, and then almost fucking dies

Stone Ocean

Highlight of My Evening- Jotaro and his girlfriend smoke some pot and get horny

Lovefool- You knew hooking up with your best friend’s dad was wrong, but just once couldn’t hurt, right?

Right Enough for Me- It was always Joel, no matter what problem you had, he would take care of it.

Calander Girl- You meet Johnny when he accidentally walks onto your modeling set. What could happen?

Come on Princess- Hawks invites you to go out with him and his boyfriend, you end up being their third

Candlelight- In which Eli Sunday is more than happy to consummate his marriage

“Bible Study”- Father Sunday lies to protect your reputation, after all, how would that make him look?

Stars and Oblivion- after years of searching, you finally find her (a Mad Max fic)

anyway pls reblog for sample size 👀

I heard a new song for the first time while getting my hair done the other day and that shit has me cooking up something DEVIOUS

Highlight of my Evening

Weed smoking, high sex on the porch

The sound of the door opening draws your from your pleasant, blissed-out state of mind, pulling you back to reality. “You okay out here honey?” It’s your husband, Jotaro, checking on you. He steps out, closing the door behind him and resting his hands against the back of your chair, looking down at you. “I’m alright baby, you going to bed,” you question, looking up at him, blowing a billow of smoke into his face. “Hm not yet, that’s not a cigarette is it?” You giggle at his question. “Course not, I’m not a chimney like you. You want some, old man?” “Mh, I think I’ll leave the Pot to the young.” “Come on you’re not that old, Joots.” “‘M twenty years older than you.” “So,” you question, lifting the joint up to him. “You want some baby? You ever smoked pot?” “Can’t say I have.” “Mh, can’t or won’t? Will you at least sit with me baby, It’s cold.” He hums and picks you up, taking your spot in the chair and sitting you in his lap. You crane your neck and capture his lips in a warm kiss, making you let out a satisfied groan against him.

So he was a horny smoker. Good to know. His teeth sink into the flesh of your throat before soothing it with the warmth of his tongue. “You’re so pretty, you know that? My pretty little wife, love you so much,” he murmurs, burying his face in your tits and humming. Lovey too. Every roll of his hips pushed his erection into your clothed crotch. You pull his face from your tits and bring him to look at you. “You horny Joots?” He lets out a strangled “Yes,” and slips his hands under your shirt, running his fingers along the flesh of your stomach. You pull your shirt over your head and toss it to the side, leaning in for more kisses, which Jotaro happily obliges you with. Your hands slide between the two of you, undoing his belts and pants, slipping under them and caressing his cock through his boxers. He groans and bucks his hips into your hand, silently begging you to keep going. His fingers trace gently over you through your shorts, pushing them to the side and stroking your clit at a languid pace. You moan into his mouth, rolling your hips into his hand greedily as you pull him out of his boxers. “How do you want me baby,” you question, stroking his hair from his face. “I wanna hold you,” he whispers, stroking your cheek with his free hand. “I wanna be as close as possible.”It’s strange seeing him like this, his teal eyes rimmed with red, his jaw slack, hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, needy little sounds spilling past his lips. He’s beautiful, but in a different way than he usually is. He’s vulnerable like this, asking for what he wants instead of waiting for you to catch on. It’s endearing to see your husband let his guard down so low like this, sacred even. You kiss his cheek and get up, shedding your shorts and turning your back on him, holding yourself above his cock. Moans tumble from both of you as you sink down onto him, taking him all in with ease, something that had taken practice to be able to achieve. He wraps his arms around your waist, trailing one hand down to toy with your clit as you press your back into his broad chest

You woke up a few hours later laying on Jotaro’s chest in your shared bed. At some point he must have taken you in and put you in your pyjamas before falling asleep too. You slip out of bed, careful not to wake him, and tiptoe to the kitchen for some water. You bring a glass back upstairs for him, certain that his mouth will be as dry, if not more so than yours was when he wakes up.

When you slip back into the bedroom, he’s already awake, stretching and yawning, which was understandable since that was probably the first deep sleep he’s had in weeks. “I brought you some water,” you hum, sliding back under the covers. “Thank you, my mouth is,” he smacks his tongue a few times. “It's so dry.” You let out a chuckle and pass him the glass before snuggling into his side. “Do you remember last night, or did you smoke too much?” “I remember. We should do that again some time, I really enjoyed it.” “Really? Like seriously, you like smoking weed now?” He lets out a hearty laugh, which is good to hear opposed to his usual suppressed chuckle. “You kidding? This is the best I’ve felt since I was, mh, probably fifteen.” “Really?” “Yeah I feel great. I slept great. I think I need a nap though,” he laughs, laying back down and pulling the blankets up to his chin. You laugh and do the same, curling up against his chest. He lets out a contented sigh and wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer, falling asleep without a problem for the second time in years.

Me when the game specifically made to scare me is scary

I’d let Leon do this to me tbh

Tied up