Blame Destiny (me)

"Babe?" He hears you from the doorway and tenses. Your stomach drops

Jason Todd who flinches the second your warm, gentle hand touches his shoulder blade

"What happened? Are you okay?" You ask. Instead he scoots away from you and begs you to get out so you don't have to see him like that

Jason Todd who can't bring himself to look at you after your first time together. Not because of you but because of him. Because every time he looks at himself in the mirror he sees a monster

"What do you think about this outfit for work" you ask and he doesn't even look up from his coffee when he grunts a "looks good". The bitter liquid churns in his stomach

Jason Todd who distances himself and tried to re-erect those walls that you so easily tore down on the first place. It gets to the point where getting him to respond to your texts is like pulling teeth

"j what's wrong? Did I do something?" He hates himself for it because you were never the issue and he hates that you would think you ever did anything wrong. "I'm fine" is all you get back, three hours later

Jason Todd who throws himself more recklessly into patrol than usual, coming home bruised and battered and torn up - yet he refuses to let you help him now

"It's fine, I got it" he barks out at you before slamming the bathroom door closed on your face. Your heart hammers painfully when you catch a glimpse of just how much he's bleeding

Jason Todd who is spiraling out of control

Jason Todd who pushes you away despite your pleas and your begging

Jason Todd who breaks up with you, spouting the most vial, horrendous things at you all because getting him to communicate is like trying to mix oil and water

"I don't even know why I agreed to date you in the first place." Really, he doesn't. He knows that you can do better. "Just fucking leave already, you're an idiot for staying." He says, because getting you to hate him is just another form of self destruction for Jason

jason todd, who can't shut the fuck up when he's inside you. it's like his brain shuts down; he's unable to stop himself from saying "you look so pretty like this, ma," when he's folding you in half, his lips between his teeth like it'll keep the sound of low, broken whimpers from leaving his throat. it never does.

jason todd, who underestimated how much he'd end up liking the feeling of your hands wrapped around his neck, just barely providing a hint of pressure. something about it just makes his mind feel fuzzy with pleasure, like nothing matters but the feeling of your fingers on his skin and the feeling of being inside you.

jason todd, who wants you to smack him around a little during sex. you're riding him, hips slamming down over his in a sweet rhythm. yet it's not enough; he's perilously close to the edge, but jason just needs... needs... "hit me," he babbles from beneath you, his brows furrowed in flustered frustration, "hit me, ma."

your hips stutter as you cock your head, murmuring a low, "what?"

"hit me, i... i need--" he groans in quiet frustration, "smack me, baby, please."

and ever one to please, you do.

the moan jason lets out is sinful. its a broken, needy thing; the kind of sound you want to keep for yourself alone, like a treasured secret.

Of course there's obvious ways for submissives with inverse interests to be played off of each other.

A denied chastity pet being made to use a strap on an overstim doll between orgasms. An oral fixation whore being used as a fluffer and hole eater for a needy brat's stretched holes. A humiliation slut acting as human furniture, helpfully holding toys and implements for their Dom to use on a pain slut. A service top spanking and teasing a pillow princess while they wait for their Dom to take them both.

There's also more complex and interesting combinations, particularly with submissives and switches who might be willing to take on certain stereotypically dominant functions within a dynamic. A brat who can freely demand as much oral as they want from other subs but gets punished for abusing the privilege. A helpful primal thing who gets off on pinning down their dom's other victims while they're being used. A free use service top who's made to mount other subs on demand. A broken mindfucked slut determined to corrupt more innocent toys into fucked up depravity, encouraging them to get worse and worse in their shared scenes. A gentle but firm denied doll who holds the chastity keys for other subs, demanding to cum before granting any of their releases. An oral only servant being tasked with training other subs to give better neck, coaching and teaching them by fucking their mouths, sitting on their faces, or using toys to fuck their gag reflexes away.

Finally, a clear permission hierarchy can create interesting intra-submissive dynamics by restricting or dominating one in some ways, another in different ways. One could be made to act as a cockwarming desk pet while the other masterbates and watches. One is used as a morning oral alarm clock with another is made to sleep on the floor or in a dog crate. A dildo gag wearing slut made to give head beside a oral doll with no similar restraint. A polite, obedient fuckhole who's roughly slapped around and spanked for any minor interaction contrasted with a brat who has to be much more disobedient to face a similar punishment.

Submissives could also earn special spots below or above others in the hierarchy by being made to compete for them. Wrestling, going longest before tapping out, getting their Dom off the fastest, cuming the slowest (or fastest). Each special competition earning them a restriction or privilege. Alternatively, subs can be told to train each other, or use each other to get off, or even administer punishments on each other, furthering the hierarchy between them and creating an implicit dynamic between them.

Damian: *confesses*

Reader's mind: *wait that was love???????? I THOUGHT IT WAS PURELY BECAUSE WE WERE SUCH GREAT BUDDIES.*

But yes!

I love it. I had fun doing this. I love you for asking for this.

Damian, staring at you: You're… unbearably adorable.

Reader, thinking: Unbearably? Is it because my presence bothers him? How sweet, he wants me to spend more time with him!

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