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Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem Alien! Reader Summary: After everything Jason had suffered to live, he refused to die as some aliens' plaything. That was why he would do anything, tell any story, strike any deal, perform any deed, to escape that fate. It was too bad that there was only one thing you wanted. Tags: Alien Abduction, Porn With Plot, NSFW, 18+, Leg Glider sex position, Floor Sex, Dubcon NOT Noncon, I repeat this is NOT Noncon, Oral Sex, Male recieving, Dick in Vagina sex AN: It's time to goon. So, I feel like there's a batfam nsfw quota I've been wanting to meet and I'm not meeting it. That's why I decided it was time to try the infamous kinktober for the first time >:) Starting with my entry for @kinktober-2025’s Day 3 Alien Abduction. Enjoy!

Jason was pretty done with his second life.

He'd had a good run, saved kids, kept the streets controlled in a way only a crime lord could, stuck it to his old man, frequently pranked his ‘family’ and scrubbed the figurative and literal poison out of Crime Alley’s streets.

Being kidnapped by an alien, literally abducted like he was in a shitty fucking sci-fi YA novel, wasn’t the end he had been expecting, but it was one he would begrudgingly accept. But not without taking these creepy floating humanoid fuckers down with him.

Starting with you.

You weren’t the face he saw the moment he woke up in some kind of glass-like cylindrical pod, lying horizontal, naked like the aliens also were, half-submerged in an oily substance that made his pecks glisten. But you were the most consistent in the many hours since he woke, the most persistent, the most intelligent. He wouldn’t let you get away with this, no matter how ethereal you looked.

Your skin, like all the other aliens, was filled with the shades of an amethyst gemstone. Purples, pinks and whites highlighted by the deep plum of your lips. Your eyes were like Starfire’s, no irises or pupils, but yours were gold and unseeing even though he knew you were looking. Your hair dripped, like it was drenched in the same oil you watched – studied – him lie in, and you were female or something similarly curvy.

But really, none of that mattered as Jason watched – studied – you right back.

He didn’t know what he was here for; he didn’t even know if he was the only human these aliens had abducted. All he knew was that one night he had been patrolling, and in the next blink, he was here in this space like a rat in a lab with no damn windows and no escape.

“Take. Me. Home!” Jason growled for the hundredth time. “I know you can hear me.”

You only blinked at him, still just eerily staring at him as if unimpressed, and he couldn’t take this.

“Look,” Jason snarled, growing more frustrated the longer you stayed quiet. “I know you probably don’t understand my language, but y’know what I want. You have ears; you can hear my tone. Even aliens understand aggression.”

Nothing again.

“I won’t attack you if you take me back home,” Jason continued. “I promise you that at least.”

Nothing.

Until.

You cleared your throat and tilted your head slowly as if in thought. Maybe you were attempting to read his mind; he had no idea. Your species wasn’t one he recognised in all of his training, which was saying a lot. Were you even from the same solar system? Was he ever even gonna get home?

Jason let out a sad, bitter laugh. He was satisfied with his life, sure, but that didn’t mean he wanted his second death to be like this.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake—! What d’ya want anyway?” He rolled his head back to look at the metal-coloured ceiling that looked too soft to be anything but jelly. “All the aliens I ever spoke to wanted to communicate, so why the hell are you just looking at me, huh? See something you like or something? Fuck.”

You reacted again, not necessarily to his words, but more so to his split attention. Or at least that was his theory when your shoulders lowered just a fraction and you calmly floated over to a few circular dripping hovering balls made of the same hard material as his pod and pressed them with your hands.

It took a few moments before you paused in your ministrations and resumed staring at him, as though you, with your unreadable golden eyes, expected him to speak once more.

Fuck this.

Fuck everything life's thrown at him.

“Fuck. You.”

Suddenly, the space around him echoed with a long thread of buzzing and popping noises that resulted in you scrunching your nose up and making your own sounds.

“I do not understand.”

The room said, mechanically.

Jason jolted up, or he tried to before his forehead smacked into the top of his pod, and he couldn’t even rub the pain away. Still, the surprise remained and hope brewed strongly in his heart because if this was a hostage negotiation, he might not have to die an alien’s pet after all. He might be able to have another chance.

“Take me home,” Jason demanded, waited and again, there was that long thread of words in a language he could not even begin to comprehend.

You stared and spoke.

“No.”

The room translated.

Jason’s jaw clenched tight, but he resolved to stay calm.

“Why not?” He finally breathed. “What do you want with me?”

You paused, then told him.

“I want to learn.”

That…was something. He raised an eyebrow, incredulous. “Learn what? What do you want to learn?”

“Valuable data about your species.”

“A scientist, huh…?” Jason bit his lower lip. He could…he could work with this. Maybe if you weren’t inherently aggressive, he could strike a deal. Propose an informational exchange. Judging by how the other aliens acted around you, it seemed like you were in charge. But who knew if that was just his human culture clouding his judgment? Either way, you had way more control here than him, so Jason would need to be convincing. “I can provide you with that data back on my planet if you take me home.”

“OK. What data do you have?”

You said OK. He hoped you meant it.

“I have access to info— information on everything from agriculture to space travel…”

You blankly pursed your soft lips.

“I have that.”

Jason's heart dropped, but he kept going, staring at you. “What about war weapons? Records on our nuclear power?”

“I have that also.”

Jason cursed but kept trying, proposing secrets he didn't even know but would get access to if he had to and began to lose hope. This was it, was all he could think, even with the translator, he couldn't save himself because he simply didn't have what you wanted, he simply wasn't enough— before mid-sentence, you walked over to the pod and pointed straight down at his exposed dick.

Jason almost bit his tongue clean off when you said.

“I want to learn how that works.”

Oh…oh no.

Not a sci-fi YA novel, but an erotica?

Oh fuck mother fucking shit on a fucking stick—

Hell no!

Jason pleaded the alternative, making threats and promises that all seemed to waste both of your time, but he didn't— he couldn't—! Jason was not about to pimp himself out like a working girl.

But would it be that bad? A deep, dark, desperate voice at the back of his mind asked when he eventually ran out of ideas, and you just kept staring, insistent but waiting patiently. Knowingly and stubbornly. Would it be that bad to just show you this part of himself to go home?

Jason took in a deep breath.

Since when was he such a quitter?

Jason's teal eyes ran over your figure once more with a different intent this time, freckled cheeks flaring up to a vibrant red he hoped you wouldn't notice as you looked back.

Fuck this.

Fuck.

You were…sexy, if he assessed your body by human standards. Your figure cut a nice shape, your face was pretty, your lips were cute, and your tits and ass were perfect. But more than that, your shining gold eyes. Jason could get lost in them and your determined gaze.

If this was what it took…

Godammit!

Jason tried one last time to negotiate, offering something he usually guarded with his life – his secret identity – to an alien, but unsurprisingly, you couldn't care less, simply pointing once more at what you wanted from him. And it was then he knew that he didn't have another choice. It was either take this deal or let them do whatever they wanted with him.

Jason closed his eyes, then met yours dead on, mind made up.

“Fine.”

So fucking be it.

You silently nodded in an oddly human-like gesture and then opened the pod.

“Show me.”

Jason, slow and steady, climbed outside of the pod and reoriented himself – hopefully – out of arm's reach. The ship was definitely moving, and the floor was strangely squidgy, but he had had to be lucid in much worse conditions.

He felt…exposed standing there under your intent golden gaze that was latched onto his crotch. Not because he was a prude, being a vigilante slash anti-hero removed most levels of self-consciousness within the first month. It was the fear.

Just because Jason accepted this didn't mean he wasn't still, admittedly, a tiny bit terrified of you. But you, the same as before, didn't push, simply studying him.

“What is it?”

You asked after a beat.

His face flared up again involuntarily, suddenly unsure of what to do with his hands. “A-A reproductive organ.”

“You make other humans with that?”

He grunted. “Eventually, yeah.”

“Do you feel what it feels?”

What kind of question—? Jason made a noise of assent, then verbalised when your room didn't translate and you tilted your head in what he believed was confusion. “Yes.”

Your gold eyes narrowed ever so slightly as you floated in front of him. Jason resisted the urge to flinch away.

“How does this feel?”

You hesitantly touched the tip of his swinging dick with a soft finger, and Jason sucked in a sharp breath, feeling something stir without his permission.

“Good,” Jason gritted out. This was somehow already worse than he imagined.

You paused, then.

“What do you do with it? How do you make it work? Show me.”

Oh God.

Jason didn't say anything as he slowly reached down to his dick, clenching his fingers into a fist and pumped. His face was scarlet as he stared down his curly bangs, lifted his hand already wet with that oily substance he didn't want to know the chemistry of and began to rub himself off in a way that would get this over and done with as soon as possible.

And you—

“Wow…” “Oh…” “Ahh…”

You just kept making those cute fucking noises, like you were watching a damn fireworks show, and instead of making him scared, they turned him on. Jason felt shame as he fisted his cock until it went hard, finding that he was actually…somehow…enjoying this.

It only got worse when he looked up and saw your pretty purple face gaping at the sight.

“Shit,” Jason looked back down when it sent a jolt through his spine, and his legs trembled just a bit.

“Why is it going red!”

You exclaimed the moment it did, hand on your chin and lips in an unfamiliar frown as you floated down to his knees. Great, now you were in view again.

“What is happening! It’s not going to attack, is it?”

Despite himself, Jason couldn't stop himself from laughing at that. “It’s natural.”

You didn't seem to believe him, so he just kept going, gradually speeding his sloppy rhythm around his cock until precum started to leak out and help his strokes. The faster he did this – “Ngh…” – the sooner this would be over.

But Jason's body had always resisted feeling good, it took a lot to get him there. He bit his lip, clenching his eyes shut with annoyance as he fisted his dick. It wasn't enough, it wasn't enough, he wanted, he wanted.

“It hurts?”

You suddenly asked, and he couldn't help but meet your eyes, your lips dangerously close to his hands, his cock. Fuck.

Jason didn't know if he should fight you off or— No, there was no or. Why did his mind want there to be?

“’m dry,” he swallowed thickly, staring down at your deep plum lips with an intensity he wouldn't have had he not been so aroused. He swallowed again. “The oil’s OK, but it feels weird and—”

Before the room even translated all of his words, you spat on it, thick and wet.

Jason shivered at the sensation, instinctively thrusting up, and when his tip poked your cheek and your eyes widened, he smiled a little. He was insane, he was going insane. “That works.”

“It does?”

So you spat again.

He shivered again.

You understood quickly, pressing a kiss on the red tip before repeating the same building motions he had with his hands with your mouth. You sucked on one side of his shaft, rubbing the other with one hand, soft and determined as you dragged your lips. It felt unreasonably good to have you work at it like that, so good that instead of shoving you off, correcting you or moving away in surprise, he found he couldn't hold back anymore.

“Hngh!” Jason’s knees buckled under the feeling of your wet mouth until he was falling. You, undeterred by the shift in position, floated down with him, sliding beneath him so his ass fell on your pretty fucking tits, and it was so weird, but it felt good, and what did it say about man that horniness overwhelmed him so?

“Fuuuuuck,” Jason groaned low in his chest, staring down at your shining, unreadable golden eyes now stuck between his thighs as you reflexively flicked your tongue. As you sucked on him, moving side to side and side to side and over and over again on his stiff cock. It was so much better than anything he was doing, and you still didn't even understand why.

“Tell me what to do.”

You demanded.

“You're doing fine. But maybe put your mouth, yes, over the top and open it—” Jason cursed under his breath, choking a little as you dutifully followed his instruction. You parted your beautiful plum lips as you began to move at the same relentless pace that just kept getting faster and faster before you took him into the back of your mouth and a little down your throat with no hesitation or resistance.

“Damn…I've had— but never like this. This feels – shit – just like that, pretty girl,” Jason groaned, gripping your otherworldly chin with a certain reverence he didn't want to admit to, knowing he was getting close to his peak. Your head tilted up to him, mouth full of his rod, and Jason was so close.

But then you had to ask, persistent tongue slurping up every trail of his precum off his cock and tasting it with plain interest.

“Is this the optimum way to reproduce?”

Jason froze, peering down at your continued movements and gripping your head still to think.

Were you…really asking him what he thought you were? Well, you didn't get it. You didn't…fuck…you didn't know it involved you, too. He had agreed to this because it was supposed to just be him touching him, but…

Jason pored over you, lips and hands hovering beside his now throbbing – screaming – dick that just wanted to release his seed. You who simply wanted to know what it did. You, who likely had similar organs to his own and might be more inclined to let him leave if you had a good time.

Jason took in a deep breath. “The proper way uses…two people.”

“I am willing. Show me.”

Jason nodded with a grunt. He should've known. He leaned back to the balls of his feet, moving down your body and ignoring the one traitorous part of him – his heavy cock, mostly – that was eager to take his time with you the more he saw of your curves and focused instead on fulfilling his end of the bargain.

You looked down your bare body at him from where you laid on the soft ground of your ship, and Jason forced himself to sound just as methodical as you did when saying.

“Open your legs.”

You did, and he almost came with shock and pleasure when he saw what was between them.

You had a cloaca, you had an honest to God cloaca that had been hidden from view until now. Jason…had never had sex with someone with a cloaca. Well, obviously he hadn't, but—! It was just disorienting, and it didn't look like a normal one. His dick twitched, and he held back a groan. It was like a hybrid between a pussy and a cloaca with a little nub at the top, but no folds and hopefully no uterus because what if he got you pregn—?

Jason might be freaking out, but that was no one's fucking business, alright?

You, however, didn't seem to mind at all. Again, obviously.

You instead just raised a leg, shifting onto your side and placing it straight onto his torso while leaving the other on the floor, watching him expectantly.

“Right,” you wanted this. You were the one making him do this. Him being excited or curious didn't mean anything. He just had to— as soon as possible. “Lemme just…”

It felt different, was his first thought.

This won't take long, was his embarrassing second.

You just felt so tight, and you were so damn wet, and you still had this look on your face like you just did not get what was happening.

It turned him on so much.

Jason slowly pushed in. He wanted to take his time, even with how this was the opportunity to get back at you for all you had done to him, but you didn't seem to care as you asked.

“Is this it?”

Neutral as ever, and he just wanted you to know.

So Jason pushed the rest of the way in in an instant, his cock curled up into a surface, and you – for the first time since he had ever seen you – gasped.

“No, this is,” Jason pulled out, then slid in a bit harder, then pulled out and went in even harder, until he was pistoning inside of you at a pace that had your leg quivering.

“Oh!”

He gripped your leg close to his chest and felt something white hot begin to coil up inside his stomach as he rammed his weight into your body, frantically rutting into you like a rabid fucking dog.

“Oh!”

Your face, so still and stationary until now, scrunched up, and he could feel you lean into it. Payback was a bitch, huh? Jason thought, shakily smirking through the waves and waves of pleasure your wet cunt brought. That's what you get.

“Wow!”

Jason mischievously pinched your bud, but all it made you do was tighten around him, and that wasn’t good.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” He was close, he was close, he was close, he was close, Jason crouched in front of you, surprised when he noticed you had begun levitating a bit over the floor and dragging you down so he could properly aim into that tight little hole of yours. “Stay here, pretty girl. Lemme show you. Let me – fuck yes – lemme— fuck!”

“Show me.”

You ordered. But it was broken this time, and Jason didn't need the translator to hear it, to see your back arch impossibly with finality. He didn't dishonour his promise as he slammed in and out and in and out and in and outinoutinoutinout and flinched and choked and emptied his fat balls in your pretty purple pussy, hoping you'd also honour the deal while stupidly, insanely hoping you might get curious one more time before you brought him home.

MASTERLIST

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part 2 to pussy drunk soap

Johnny just came back from a long mission, and by now we all know he has a specific food craving.

So he sneaks into the bedroom, clothes already coming off and kneels beside the bed where his pretty little dove is sleeping. Youre already so obedient, moaning when his rough hands slide over your thighs, tugging restlessly at your panties.

"On your back, luv." Soap murmurs both impatiently and with full excitement. He's been about getting his hands on you for a month. Think about all those times hes made inappropriate gestures to Ghost using his tongue and hands to get his point across.

"I've got a pretty bonnie back home. Cunt tastes like focking heaven." He'd say, eyes rolling just at the memory of your wetness lathered all over his chin and fingers.

Immediately, Soap folds you onto your back, knees up to your chest, pussy already pulsing inside your cute little panties. He practically snaps them off with a rough tear and just as quickly shoves two fingers inside you.

"Oh fuck- shit.. Johnny.. baby, please.." Youd beg, even with your eyes half closed from sleep. Your hands would tug at his wrists, hips rolling up lazily. "Johnny, I need your tongue.. please.."

He groans, getting on his knees and shoving his face into your pussy, nose pressed against your pubes, tongue lapping happily at your tongue. A thick rumble leaves his chest as he begins pumping his fingers in and out, expertly locating your g-spot and tormenting it until your squirming and squealing.

"God, cum on my face, dove." He'd grunt, dragging his tongue from your back hole to your pretty clit. It pulses in his mouth when he sucks it inside, curling his fingers at the same time.

An embarrassingly loud sound escapes your mouth, you want to drag it back inside but its too late, youre already cumming. You hear a groan leave Soap, his tongue increasing rhythm.

Only after do you realize you squirted. All over his fucking face.

"Shit, I'm sorry, baby-" Youd rush out to say, but he'd immediately shush you, sucking his fingers into his mouth and wiping away his face.

"That was the hottest thing I've seen all month, luv. And were doing it again."

Anyway, we all love pussy drunk soap