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polarization - older brother!pope x little sister!reader
word count: 5.0k
warnings: dead dove: do not eat, rape/non-con, fauxcest, use of the words brother and sister in bed (whoops), somnophilia, degradation kink, unprotected sex, breeding kink, squirting, fingerfucking, choking, possessive/jealous behavior, age gap (20s/40s)
summary: you, much like baz, were taken under smurf's wing. you're only a few years older than J, but technically you're his aunt, something you'll never get used to. you'll also never get used to pope being your older brother.
especially not when he does things to you that an older brother definitely shouldn't do to his little sister…
a/n: trying out a new style for this specific kind of series! this was a little challenge to myself to write something shorter form to maybe make into a mini-series where I just add on as I see fit if people are interested!
all in all, this was just my nasty excuse to write perv!pope so there's like no plot, all fucked up porn. my hand just slipped and this came out of my yucky brain! hope it's a sick read ♡
It's the fourth night in a row that you haven't been able to sleep. You're getting irritable. It's mainly because Pope refuses to turn on the air conditioner.
You knew you shouldn't have agreed to move in with him. But his place is right next to the beach and you were not going to stay at Baz's house and deal with his marriage quarrels. Though, maybe living with a child would be better than living with Pope.
He scolds you over everything. You do your laundry “wrong” apparently so now he does your laundry. You aren't as tidy as him so he does all the cleaning. You buy too much junk at the grocery store so now he shops for the two of you. He hates the TV shows you have on in the background while you browse your phone so he only lets you have shows he likes on when he's in the living room on the couch with you.
It seems like he hates living with you so you have no idea why he said yes when you asked him out of the blue if you could move in with him instead of living with Smurf.
As much as you are grateful Smurf took you in and made you part of the family, living in that house was making you go crazy. Smurf had her eye on you the entire time. You have an inkling it's because she thought you were interested in J. But J is technically your nephew in this strange, adopted family tree, so you would never even look in his direction.
“Pope, can't I turn on the air conditioner? It's so hot in here!” You're down to just wearing biker shorts and a loose tank top, no bra.
Pope stares at the way your nipples are peeking through the translucent material of your top and then shrugs. “It's barely in the eighties. Why waste it now? Plus, it's expensive to cool the whole house.”
“I haven't been able to sleep at all since it's been so hot.” You groan, plopping down next to him on the couch, pressing your glass full of ice water against your warm neck.
Pope watches as you gulp down the glass of water. He's entranced by the way your throat moves when you swallow. He imagines what you'd look like with his cock in your mouth, swallowing his cum.
Your voice brings him out of his fantasies. “Can I get one of those portable ones for my room at least? That way only my room is cold.”
“Your window wouldn't fit it.” Your room has too small of a window for one of those AC units. “But I can buy one for mine and you can sleep in my room if it's really that bad.”
“Really? You'd swap rooms with me?” That's actually so nice of him.
But you are severely disappointed when he tells you, “no, I can't sleep anywhere but my own bed. You'll have to share with me.”
You grumble. “You have a full sized bed. It's tiny. How are we both supposed to fit on that?”
“I guess you don't need the AC unit that bad then.” He leans back, spreading his legs, sitting like he always does, taking up half the couch.
You try not to notice that you can see the outline of his cock through his sweats. He's not even fully hard and he looks huge. You snap your eyes back to the television, to one of the nature shows Pope has on. It's one of those ones about the fishermen catching some crazy big fish.
He's not watching the show, though. His eyes are fixated back on you, his little sister, and how sweaty you are. You have always run hot. He would know. He's touched you in your sleep before, your skin always burning up when you're deep in sleep. He only touches any exposed skin. He never goes under your clothes, even if he wants to.
Which is why he prefers it when you wear less. Makes it easier to touch you when you're clueless about it.
You pull out your phone, checking the weather app. It's going to be in the eighties for the next week at least. Meaning Pope won't be letting you use the house AC at all.
“Okay, fine, I'll sleep in your bed with you but we have to go get the AC unit right now.” You get up from the couch, your eyes still glued on your phone as you see what stores you should make Pope take you to.
Pope sits there, staring at the way your biker shorts perfectly define your ass. They're so skin tight that he can see the slit of your pussy if you stand a certain way. That won't do. No one else is allowed to see you like that except him.
He makes his way over to the pile of laundry he was going to fold, pulling out one of his gym shirts. He walks up to you, while you're still engrossed in your phone, and proceeds to pull the shirt over you.
“What the hell are you doing!” You flail with his giant shirt on top of you.
“You need to cover up if we're going out.” Pope manages to get you into his shirt. It practically swallows you whole.
You groan. You'll never get used to him just randomly doing things like this but you could care less at this moment. “Whatever. Let's go. There's a good priced unit nearby."
You slip your sneakers on and go to get your bag but Pope stops you, grabbing your hand in his. “I got it.”
“You just complained about money and now you're offering to pay?” You raise your eyebrow at him.
“It's just me spending your rent money.” Pope makes you pay him rent for staying here which you don't mind since you have a decent job bartending at one of the bars along the beach.
“Alright.” You let him drag you out of the house and into his truck.
You tend not to question Pope when he does certain things. Like, how he likes to hold your hand, especially in the car. When you asked about it, he said it steadies him while he's driving to pay attention to your hand in his so you just let him if it helps.
That doesn't really explain why he's still holding your hand when the two of you get to the appliance store but you don't care. You especially don't care when he lets go of your hand to wrap his arm across your back, grabbing a hold of your hip when the cashier at the store starts trying to flirt with you.
“You're that bartender right? I drank at your place a few days ago.” The cashier talks too casually to you for Pope's liking. “Is this your boyfriend? I thought you were single. I overheard you telling one of my friends that you were.”
That makes Pope clench his jaw. If you're telling someone you're single, does that mean you were interested in them?
“Oh, this is my older brother.” You clarify. “He's just a little protective of me. Ignore the glaring.”
“Well, my friend Harris is super into you. He gave you his number right?”
“Yeah, I got it.” You say with a giggle that pisses Pope off. “I've been meaning to text him but I've just been so exhausted after work. Tell him I'll contact him soon.”
“Can we just buy the fucking air conditioner already?” Pope drops the cash for it on the belt. “We have to go home and install this shit and I don't want to be up any later than I have to.”
“Sorry man, here's your receipt.” The cashier hands it to Pope who snatches it before stuffing it into his pocket.
Pope doesn't say another word. He just pushes the cart out of the store and you follow him back to the truck. He throws it into the truck bed with ease, despite how heavy that thing is.
“Sorry for keeping you up.” You tell Pope when you're both in the car.
He grabs your hand, holding it tightly as he starts the truck. “I'm doing you a favor and you're fucking wasting my time flirting with some minimum wage fucker.”
“I wasn't flirting with him.” You roll your eyes, trying to tug your hand away but Pope won't let it go.
“But you were flirting with his friend.”
“Because they tipped well.” You don't bother having to explain this to Pope.
It's none of his business. You never text any customers from work but you try not to antagonize them. It's better for them to think you're just busy versus uninterested.
“Do you need money?” Pope can give you money if it means you won't fucking flirt with other men.
“I need to pay rent somehow.”
“Then stop paying rent.”
“You can't be serious.” You don't get why Pope is being so generous tonight.
“If it's too much for you, then don't pay it. I don't need your money.” He definitely doesn't.
They just got a big payday from a job that you got a cut in too. You don't need to work this shitty bartending gig, especially when you have to talk to men for tips.
He can convince Baz to add you into more jobs in the future. You should just quit. He'll make you quit.
“No takebacks.” You warn him then say, “I'll still pitch in for groceries, though.”
“I don't care either way.” All he cares about is that you live with him and he gets to look at you every day.
Now, he'll get to sleep with you everyday too.
Despite Pope having a small bed, you sleep wonderfully after he installs the air conditioner. It cools his room down so quickly and you are able to wrap yourself up in his comforter, all cozy. The cold air also helps counteract the fact that you're sleeping next to Pope, who radiates quite a lot of body heat.
All in all, sleeping next to him isn't that bad. You thought it would be more difficult.
It gets more difficult when you wake up in the middle of the night and notice his hand has slipped into your sleep shorts. He's asleep behind you, not budging when you shake him, so you know he isn't doing it on purpose.
At least, that's what you fool yourself into thinking. But Pope has been testing the limits of what you're okay with. And it seems to him that you don't mind it if he wraps his arms around you and spoons you in your sleep. You also don't mind if his hand slips under your shirt and cups your breast.
Tonight, he puts his hand down your shorts and it seems like as long as you think he's doing it accidentally and in his sleep, you just brush it off and go back to sleep.
So, he dips lower. Slowly, just to make sure it seems unintentional. He hears your little gasp of shock as his fingers graze your clit through the thin fabric of your underwear. He rests his fingertips there, not moving, still pretending to be fast asleep.
“Pope?” You try shoving his arm off of you but he won't budge.
You should wake him up but you don't want him to feel embarrassed that he had his hand accidentally touching you. So you just try your best to get him to move but he's way too strong. His arm is twice the size of yours, the weight of it pressing down into the side of your waist from how he's resting it around you.
You bite your lip when his fingers move lower before managing to push your underwear aside. Now he's touching your folds directly and you wriggle at the feeling.
Pope nearly groans when he feels how wet you are against the pads of his fingers. You like this. You would never admit it but you must like being touched by him.
Why else would you be so wet?
He drags his fingers back up towards your clit then once he knows you've settled down a bit, he starts rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves. You let out an airy little moan uncontrollably at the sudden rush of pleasure tingling through you.
You clamp your hands over your mouth, trying to quiet yourself. Now you definitely don't want Pope to wake up or else he's going to realize how wet you are from all his accidental touching. That's not something you can explain away.
So, you endure it as his fingers play with your clit, rolling it between his fingers, gently swirling small circles until he can hear your quiet whimpers. You must be close to cumming because you've grown incredibly slick.
That tempts Pope too much so he thrusts a finger into you, drawing a gasp from your lips as he kneads your clit with his palm. You start to tremble when he adds another finger. His fingers are so thick and long, filling you up so much more than your own would.
You turn your head into your pillow, biting it to stop yourself from vocally reacting to his touch, so you can free up your hand to try to tug Pope's arm off of you but you can't move him. He moves his fingers, though, curling them deep inside of you, rubbing right up against a spot you could never reach on your own. He teases that spot at the same time as he kneads your clit and you cum uncontrollably, your toes curling from the sudden wave of pleasure.
You haven't ever cum that hard before. This is not good. This is really not good. Your older brother just made you cum.
You have to get him to stop but his fingers keep bullying you, thrusting side to side now, spreading you wide open. The tension coiling in your stomach bursts, your body unable to hold in your orgasm.
It doesn't stop. He adds another finger, filling you up more, making you see stars in your vision while he fucks you with his fingers. It's starting to get rougher, faster, more brutal, and you suddenly squirt for the first time in your life.
You don't know what to do. How are you supposed to explain that? You've soaked through your flimsy shorts and it's not stopping. His fingers keep drilling into you, searching for all the spots that make you unravel. Soon enough, he has you squirting every time he curls his fingers just right.
“Pope, please, stop—” You can't help the way you grab a hold of his arm for leverage as you grind against his hand, another orgasm forcefully ripping through you from his rough finger fucking. “Oh god, please, I can't keep cumming—”
“Sure you can.” His voice sends frightening ripples through your whole body. “You can keep cumming on your older brother's fingers. It's okay, my sweet little sister. I'll make you cum lots.”
“No, no, Pope, stop!” You cross your legs, squeezing your thighs together in a meek attempt to stop him.
But now, Pope doesn't have to pretend anymore. So he grabs your thigh, spreading your legs wide open so he can pound his fingers into your pussy, the wet sounds getting obscenely loud from how much you're cumming.
“Pope, please!” You scream right as another orgasm shoots through you, tears dripping down your face from the intensity. “It's too much, it's too—”
"It's not enough, is it?” Suddenly, you feel his bare cock against your back. You can't even see it but it feels huge.
Oh no, is he going to—
You shriek when he rips your bottoms off, kicking them away, leaving you bare from the waist down.
You have to get away. He's going to rape you!
You squirm in his hold but you can't wriggle away with his fingers still buried deep inside of you. “Please, Pope, let me go!”
“No.” He tells you. “Not until I cum inside of my baby sister."
“You can't do that.” You aren't on birth control. “I'll get pregnant.”
“That's okay.” He presses a kiss against the nape of your neck. “I'll take care of you and the baby very well.”
“Pope, you're my brother, you can't—” You bite back a whimper when he pops his fingers out of you and you squirt all of a sudden from the pressure loss.
“You're my sister and yet you're squirting all over my bed.” Pope lays you onto your back and climbs on top of you. “If you really hated this, you wouldn't have let me keep going. You knew I was touching you and you liked it. Admit it.”
He kicks off his pants then pulls off his shirt, leaving him completely naked on top of you. You protest, shoving at him when he tries to pull your top off but you fail miserably and he yanks it off of you, leaving you bare beneath him.
“We can't do this, Pope.” You shake your head at him. “Please, we're family. Smurf would—”
“I don't care what anyone else thinks.” Pope takes his cock and rubs the tip of it up and down your folds, sending shivers through your body from head to toe. “All I want is to fuck my little sister. To watch her cum all over her big brother's cock.”
You feel him poke at your entrance. He doesn't push in but he teases right there. Like he wants you to be fully aware of what he is about to do.
“At least wear a condom.” You plead because you don't think you can stop him from doing this. “Please, Pope.”
“Call me Andrew.” He says to you, surprising you. “And I'll wear a condom.”
“Please, Andrew.” You've never called Pope by his first name before. But from the way his cock throbs against you, he must like it a lot.
He reaches over, opening the drawer of his nightstand. He has one condom, only one, from one of those random sex education people walking around the beach giving them out for free. They just shoved it into his hand so he took it home and it's been in his drawer since.
You watch as Pope rips open the condom wrapper with his teeth, the sight hotter than you expected. Your eyes trail up and down his body. A body you've always found attractive but you never let yourself think deeply about it until now.
Now you're thinking very deeply about how good he looks above you like this. You watch as he slides the condom on and…
“I don't think it's going to fit.” It definitely doesn't. He can't even roll it over the tip of his cock before the rubber snaps.
It's useless now. And he only had the one condom.
“Sorry, sis.” He says with a shrug. “I guess I'm fucking you raw.”
“Andrew, we can't, okay? We're siblings. Siblings don't do this.” You plead desperately. “Please stop.”
“You didn't want me to stop when you were cumming all over my fingers.” He pushes the tip of his cock into you, making you arch your back from the sudden fullness. “You won't want me to stop now. You want your big brother's cock deep inside of you.”
“No, I don't!” You cry out when he pulls the tip of his cock out then shoves it back into your pussy.
He does this and only this, feeding you only the tip of his cock over and over. Your pussy clenches around nothing and your body aches for him to go deeper. To fill you up. To fuck you.
“My little sister is trembling. Does she want me to fuck her that bad?” He slides his cock in just a bit deeper this time before pulling all the way out again, letting you feel what you could be getting from him if you wanted it.
“Andrew…” You hate how much you want him to just take you already. All the edging is making you more sensitive.
“Just say the word and I'll make you cum like before.” He urges you to let him in. “Come on, let your big brother spoil you. You like it when I spoil you, don't you?”
You do. You like it a lot when Pope is generous…
But you know the moment you let him do this, he's never going to stop. Like how you let him hold your hand. He's going to want to do this again.
Your older brother will want to make you cum like crazy again. As often as you want him to.
He'll spoil you rotten. He loves his little sister so much, after all.
“Please fuck me, Andrew.” You tell him all sweetly. “I love it when my big brother spoils me.”
You're not ready for him to flip you onto your stomach. Nor are you ready for him to keep you laying down flat as he thrusts the entire length of his cock inside of you while you're completely prone. You cum so fast and so hard that your vision blurs completely.
And it doesn't stop because he presses all of his weight down onto you as he roughly pounds into you at this angle. You can feel how deep he is inside of you, the tip of his cock teasing your womb with every thrust.
“Andrew!” You claw at the bedsheets, stuffing your face into your pillow to muffle you screaming his name over and over again as your orgasms compound.
Pope leans down, whispering against your ear, “how does it feel to get raped by your older brother?”
You squirt on his cock all of a sudden, the orgasm tearing through you from his words.
It doesn't end because he says to you, “I'm going to fuck a baby into my little sister and she's going to cum when I do it.”
You hate how much your body is reacting to what he's saying. You know this is wrong. You know you shouldn't be doing this.
You know you're going to be fucked up for life.
But you were going to be fucked up anyway.
So, why not fuck your hot older brother while you're at it?
“I like it when my big brother abuses my pussy.” You say to Pope, falling completely into his grasp. “Do you like fucking your little sister, Andrew?”
“I like raping my little sister.” He presses a kiss against the back of your head. “I like making her cum hard on my cock.”
He fucks you harder then, rougher, angling his cock as deep as it can get. You cum so easily, drenching the sheets beneath you with your orgasm. It's getting harder and harder to hold back.
Your body just feels too good.
You can't stop cumming your brains out on your brother's cock...
“I don't want to cum anymore.” You cry out, but then you're completely stunned by his arm wrapping around your throat, putting you in a headlock. “Andrew, wait—”
“Shhhh.” He tells you, squeezing you tighter in his hold. “You'll like being choked. Just like you like being raped. You'll love them both at the same time.”
His muscular arm completely cuts off your airways. You dig your nails into his bicep, trying to pry him off of you, but he's too strong. You're completely trapped, his body weight holding you down, his arm keeping you in a headlock as he fucks you relentlessly.
You cum harder than you've cum all night the moment you feel his hot release inside of you. When you realize you can't breathe, you squirt so much that your thighs are absolutely soaked. Your whole body is convulsing beneath him. You feel like you could die from how intense your orgasm was.
Pope frees you from the headlock, letting you gulp in air like there's no tomorrow. You're so spent that you can't even move.
He flips you over onto your back, checking to see if he bruised your neck from how hard he choked you. He didn't, thankfully.
“Are you still with me?” He snaps his fingers in front of your face, trying to pull you from the daze. “Did I fuck you stupid or what?”
Pope looks down, at the way his cum is dripping out of your pussy. It's the most incredible sight he has ever seen. Almost as good as how you look, all cummed out.
He'll definitely have to do this again. He wants to see you like this because of him again. But you'll need some rest first.
“Come on, my sweet baby sister.” He gently taps your face. “I need you to answer me.”
“Huh?” You blink up at him, still so dazed.
“Are you alive or did I fuck you too hard?” Pope doesn't think he did but maybe he went a little overboard. A byproduct of finally having you in his arms.
“I'm…alive…” You try to regain your sentience but it's hard when you're still tingling all over. “But I definitely can't move.”
“Do you want to take a bath with me?” That might help.
“Okay.” You nod but that's the most you can do.
Pope goes to run the bath and then decides to turn on the air conditioner for the whole house, since the two of you will likely sleep in your room after the bath. He comes back to get you once the bath is drawn.
You're pretty limp in his arms but you still manage to wrap your arms around his neck for balance. You regain a bit of feeling in your body when Pope helps you into the warm bath, settling your back against his chest. He gently dips your head under the water to get your hair wet and then helps you back up before he pour shampoo into his hands, massaging it into your scalp.
You hum happily at the feeling of him washing your hair for you. He likes the sound of it. “Feels good?”
“Mhmm.” You close your eyes, leaning back into him. “Thanks, Andrew.”
“You don't have to call me that if you don't want to.” He sinks you back under the water to wash out the shampoo then pulls you back up so he can add in conditioner now.
“I like calling you, Andrew.” You say as you turn back to look at him. “Makes me feel closer to you.”
“I think we're pretty close now.” He settles his arms back around your waist while the two of you wait for the conditioner to set in. “Was that…okay?”
“No.” You laugh a little too hard after that, making your stomach cramp. Pope gently rubs your belly, which you appreciate. “You better buy me the morning after pill.”
He slumps a little against you but then concedes. “Okay…but are we okay?”
“Yes, Andrew. I'm not mad at you.” You go to pat him on the head, brushing your fingers through his hair. He seems to like that a lot because his cock twitches to life behind your back. “But next time, I want to use a condom.”
“So there will be a next time?” He likes that.
“I don't think I can ever have sex with anyone else again. My older brother has fucking ruined me.” You say with a giggle.
“Good.” Pope is openly possessive now. “You're my little sister. Only I get to touch you.”
“Then you better keep me happy.” You smirk. “I want a bigger bed.”
“Fine.” He grumbles but can't say no to you. “But you have to quit your job.”
“How will I make money?” You can't rely on him forever.
“I'll tell Baz to have you help with jobs so you get a cut too. You're good at talking to people. You'd probably be good at scouting places.” Though Pope would prefer it if you didn't have to flirt your way in somewhere.
“Alright.” You dunk your head in, washing out the conditioner. “Help me into the shower now.”
Pope drains the bath then helps you up and over to the shower. He takes his time washing you up, making sure you're nice and clean. You let him dry your body with a towel and also sit patiently as he blow dries your hair.
He really is spoiling you, isn't he?
You both lay down on your bed and you decide to snuggle up against him, laying on his chest. You hear his heartbeat quicken, which you find very cute.
“So, how long have you liked me?” You ask playfully, since you're curious.
“Since Smurf brought you home.” Pope actually hated the fact that you became his little sister because he wanted you for himself. But then he just grew to be alright with the fucked up taboo of being in love with his sister. Since technically, you two aren't actually related.
“Really?” You're shocked. “But you were always so grumpy around me!”
“Yeah because I wanted to fuck my baby sister.” He feels it's reasonable to have been a little annoyed. “You're always lounging in such skimpy clothes. Pissed me off.”
“And made you very hard.” You chuckle.
“Don't dress like that for anyone but me.”
“Or what?” You push him a little.
“I'll actually rape you.” He threatens.
“What if I'm into that?” You're learning a bit too much about how fucked in the head you are.
“Then I'll only have vanilla sex with you.”
“Aw, that would suck.” You frown.
“It's a punishment for a reason.” Though, wouldn't Pope also be punishing himself?
He does like the idea of making love to you so maybe it wouldn't be too bad.
The two of you still haven't kissed. He'd like to kiss.
But you're fast asleep before he has the chance to.
So he settles for placing a kiss on your forehead and closes his eyes.
Dreaming about when he'll be able to kiss you, his darling little sister.
a/n: so this was my attempt to write something shorter form and then possibly making it into like a mini series where I just add onto it little by little, a few thousand words at a time for funsies!
I don't know if anyone is interested in more but I think this dynamic is really fun. lots of scenarios to explore with these two, like doing a job together, more jealous!pope, super duper raunchy smut, etc ♡ plus I should let them kiss eventually!
also…I was going to add in stepfather!charlie reid to this mix since this is something I've been yapping about behind the scenes so that's a big possibility too! little sister!reader really does get around, fucking her older brother and potentially even her stepfather. wish it were me! ♡
edit (as of 05/14/26): I wrote the follow up to this snippet! it's called turbulence so feel free to continue onto that one if you enjoyed this one!
thinking about sex with erik campbell. he loves giving and receiving, but my god does he love a good blowjob, especially with that prince albert piercing of his, though what really pushed him over the edge towards getting it was you. he’d been debating it since before you’d even gotten together, but a few months in he brings it up, under the guise of a joke but also to feel out your thoughts on the matter. your sex life was already amazing, fantastic even but this would take things to a whole new level. he also knew, that the healing process would be a hell of a journey.
but the look on your face when he brings it up solidifies his plans, he’s getting that piercing, even if it means 12 weeks of hell without getting to fuck you.
the first time you see it, once it’s all nice and healed up, your tongue just about falls out of your head. you and erik had been making out in his room for the past half hour, forgetting about the movie you’d put on, when you feel his length press up into your core. “‘s healed y’know,” is all he says and your hand is down his jeans. he hisses at the touch, sensitive seeing as he’s not been touched like this in months.
you start pushing his shirt up his torso with your free hand, and erik gets the hint and tugs it off, tossing in somewhere in his room. he sighs in contentment at the kisses you press to his neck, making your way down his chest, stopping and paying extra attention to his pierced nipples, all while jerking your hand up and down his shaft.
eventually you make your way in between his legs, tugging his pants and boxers down with you, letting his cock free. the metal of the piercing catches in the light, drawing your eyes to it, your mouth falls open in a moan at just the sight. before he can say anything, you’re taking him into your mouth, your moans sending vibrations through his cock.
he’s got a hand on the back of your head, gripping onto your hair and thrusting up into your mouth, fucking your face while you focus on both taking deep breaths through your nose and hollowing your cheeks around him.
next thing you know, he’s pulling your head up by your hair and saying, “the first time i cum with this thing ‘s gonna be inside your pussy,” and he’s pulling you up his body, taking your pants off somewhere along the way, and settling you down on his lap, pressing a hot kiss to your mouth as he tugs your panties to the side and starts running the head of his cock through your folds, smirking at your moans caused by the cool metal catching in your heat.
“c’mon baby, you can take it, can’t you?” he murmurs into you ear, voice dripping with sarcasm as he pushed the head of his cock into you, and then he’s choking on a gasp when you swiftly sit yourself down fully, impaling yourself on his cock. “can you?” you whisper in his ear with a smirk on your face, taking his earlobe into your mouth and tugging on the hoop hanging from it.
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little drabble for myself because it was my birthday yesterday and i’m thinking about him
cw: pseudo-incest
it's close to midnight. your birthday is almost over, and it wasn't any different from yesterday. other than everyone telling you "happy birthday" at least. your family went out for dinner, tradition for all birthdays. you, your dad, your stepmom brenda, your stepsiblings bobby, julia, and erik. erik. he's been on your mind since you got home—all day, really. he barely batted an eye towards you. all you got was a "happy birthday" early that morning. dad and brenda gave you a homemade care and paid for dinner—that was present enough from them. julia and bobby went in together on a new game you've been eyeing, but refused to buy for yourself.
you were grateful, of course. but none of them mattered as much as erik. he didn't get you anything, and hadn't even really spoken to you today. you're trying not to let it get to you—laying in bed, aimlessly scrolling on your phone until you finally put it down to try and sleep and just forget about it despite the tears stinging the backs of your eyes. you shouldn't expect anything. he always gets you gifts. today isn't special—you're just a year older. why does it matter?
but right as you're finally almost drifting off to sleep, there's a noticable shift behind you, mattress dipping underneath a new weight. and before you know it, someone is pressing against you, whispering low in your ear. "you didn't think i'd forget my baby's present, did you?" you only whimper softly in response to that low voice, which of course erik hears, feels the way your body moves with the sound.
"shh, sweetheart. i'm here now. big bro's here," he coos softly before his lips press to your neck in a gentle kiss that makes your eyes flutter before they shut. you sigh out softly, neck craning to allow him more room as your body instinctively presses back against him. his hand moves to rest on your hip underneath the blanket, holding you close as he pushes his own hips forward with a soft sigh of his own.
you tilt your head back for a kiss which he gladly gives you. it's gentle, his apology poured into the touch before he carefully moves without breaking it. he guides you onto your back, easily climbing over you, thighs settling between yours. the kiss is finally broken and you try to chase his lips before they trail down your jawline, to your neck, murmuring softly against your skin. "gonna take real good care of you tonight, baby. s'still your special day after all, hm?"
forcing leon to wear this around the house and i pull it randomly throughout the day just to hear him whine like the pathetic mutt he is 🤤
cr: _sui_zZ on twitter
further though… he’s too embarrassed to wear it outside of the house but puppies are supposed to do what their owner tells them. you want to be a good boy right? you’re wearing it and a leash because he def tried to argue about it despite being excited about the idea. and maybe if i feel nice enough, i’ll let him wear a shirt that hides it with the leash pulled through his sleeve as we hold hands so i’m still able to tug on it and make him squirm, reminding him that everyone has eyes on him and even with the collar and leash hidden, they all know exactly what a perverted little dog he is
thinkin about leon coming home from the ark mission and he missed u so so soo much and he isn’t sick anymore so even though you’re already in bed asleep, he climbs in with you wrapping his arms around your waist as he pulls u close, his lips immediately finding your neck as he slowly starts to grind against u. maybe you wake up, but maybe u don’t and he absolutely takes advantage. slowly slipping down both of your pants just enough for his cock to slide between your thighs because he doesn’t dare risk waking u up but then it slips in and he just can’t help himself as he holds u tight and keeps fucking u even as you start to stir with a soft call of his name 😵💫😵💫😵💫
♱ TEAR THIS PLACE APART... — ARISU RYOHEI X CHISHIYA SHUNTARO
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synopsis: arisu wakes up in the hospital with all of his memories of the borderlands still intact.
wc: 3k
playlist: spotify
tags: mxm , heavy angst , post-borderlands , au - canon divergence , arisu is the only one that remembers the borderlands , canon-typical violence , hurt/comfort what comfort , arisu has schizo affectove disorder (i am projecting onto him) , psychosis , grief/mourning , implied/referenced canon sexual assault (niragi)
an: i am. not sure if i will upload every chapter onto here because i do not know how long the fic is going to be, but i am uploading the first chapter for a peek and i will reblog this when a new chapter is uploaded on ao3. the tags will also be updated as each chapter comes out
arisu woke up in a panic; eyes frantically darting around the room until they landed on… is that hajime? arisu’s brows furrowed as he stared at his younger brother who was curled up on the small sofa in the corner of the hospital room, asleep. his lips parted to speak, but as much as he tried, nothing came out. his throat was dry. he continued to look around the room a moment before he spotted the glass of water on the bedside table. carefully, he leaned over, reaching for the glass with his opposite hand. he knocked it over.
arisu winced as the glass shattered on the tile floor; his gaze shifting back to his younger brother who now stared at him with wide eyes. “aniki?” arisu’s expression softened before his eyes fell onto the puddled water on the floor, littered with shards of glass. hajime seemed to understand, quickly getting up and moving to the side of arisu’s bed, careful to step over the mess. he grabbed a pitcher from the nightstand that arisu hadn’t seen, as well as a new cup from a short stack of them.
hajime poured the water, filling the glass up only halfway before shifting his attention to his older brother, holding the glass to his lips and motioning for him to lean his head back, which he did. he drank the liquid in one big swallow before hajime removed the glass. “do you need more?” arisu shook his head.
several minutes passed – hajime had cleaned up arisu’s mess before pulling a chair to the side of his bed, sitting next to the nightstand in silence, allowing arisu time to collect himself. “what… happened?” arisu asked; his voice slightly hoarse from disuse. and then hajime explained. arisu had left the house to hang out with chota and karube like any other day, but… there had been an incident. the tokyo meteorite disaster, hajime said they’d been calling it.
arisu held a hand up, signaling for hajime to stop talking as a look of horror spread through his face. “i… remember. karube and chota… they didn’t make it, did they?” he looked into hajime’s eyes, but he didn’t need to see the flash of sympathy that showed in them to know the answer. he remembered everything.
he remembered the three of them goofing off in the streets of shibuya.
he remembered running into the subway station, not stopping until they reached a bathroom to hide from the cops. that… wasn’t what happened if what hajime said about the meteor shower was true, but he remembered it so clearly.
he remembered walking out of the subway station once it got quiet, wandering into the empty street that had just been full of people.
he remembered that first… game. dead or alive. three of clubs. rules: players must select the correct door within the stipulated time. clear condition: leave the building through the elevator within the time limit. three out of four survivors. smoke filling the room as they discussed which was the right door. the unnamed girl panicking before running through the wrong door; the laser shooting through her head. them going through the opposite door. them arguing with shibuki. karube taking a risk by opening the door labeled “live”. karube punching him. arisu solving the puzzle because of the bmw 532d parked outside of the building. the answer was “die”. a bmw 532d is four meters and ninety-four centimeters in length. the length of the building was equivalent to four of those cars, meaning the building was approximately twenty meters in length. each room was about six meters. the elevator was at the corner of the building. the building was square, as were all the rooms. there were only three rooms on one side of the building. him guiding them through the rest of the building until they were found in a room that shouldn’t have been there. him figuring out the secret room thanks to the fact that chota was filming the first room they were in. chota’s leg catching on fire as they exited the room. making it out through the next door. the man in the back alley who announced his unwillingness to continue playing.
he remembered the next. a game of tag. five of spades. rules: run away from the tagger. clear condition: discover the safezone hidden in one of the building rooms within the time limit. six out of thirteen survivors – fifteen if he counted the two taggers. only he and karube participated. they met nitobe; the man who explained the meaning of the suits. he remembered meeting aguni, tatta, chishiya, usagi, then working with them for the first time. nitobe dying. finding the base in the last three minutes with chishiya. the secret tagger who was hiding in the room. chishiya flirting with him as they were ambushed. almost dying before usagi came rushing in to help him press the buttons. the secret tagger’s head exploding in front of them.
he remembered…
he remembered hide and seek. seven of hearts. rules: one person will be the wolf, and the other three will be the lambs. the one found by the wolf will become the next wolf. hide well so that the wolf does not discover you. clear condition: whoever is the wolf at the end of the game wins. after the time limit, the collars around all the lambs will explode. one out of… one out of four survivors. only one person could survive. chota was the wolf first. then it was arisu. then karube. then arisu again. then shibuki – and she ran; and karube went after her. then karube was the wolf. then arisu again, and he begged them to stop fighting. to just give him a bit of time to think of a solution. shibuki lunged for him with the machete in her hand, and chota stopped her, telling him to run – so he did, and karube chased him. he hid. there were eight minutes left and he hid, attempting to pry the collar from his neck until… until he gave up. he was scared. he was scared to die. he was scared to be alone. he was scared to lose his friends. he was scared. there were three minutes remaining and he ran. he ran to save one of his friends as they hid from him, laughing about their lives together. twenty seconds remaining. he found karube, who refused to look at him. ten seconds remaining. karube thanked him. five. four. three. two. the collars exploded.
he remembered usagi finding him in front of that same building. she helped him. she saved him. and then they played distance. four of clubs. rules: endure the trial and reach the goal within the time limit. clear condition: reach the goal safely. three out of five survivors. the three men on the bus; one of them injured with a sprained ankle – takuma. yamane and seizan were the names of the others. they left the bus; arisu feeling horrible about leaving takuma behind. they ran five thousand kilometers. six thousand. the panther. they hid under and in cars. the panther attacked seizan, allowing the other three to continue running. they ran two thousand more kilometers where they found a royal enfield motorcycle. arisu took it back to the bus while usagi and yamane ran for the goal. arisu used the diesel from the motorcycle to start the bus, and he and takuma drove. they drove to the goal – only… the bus was the goal. the bus was always the goal. yamane didn’t make it, but arisu saved usagi, grabbing her hand from the open door of the moving bus right before the water swept her away.
he remembered that he and usagi played various games in search of anyone with information on the beach, and then… they found it, or rather they were found. they were both knocked out and taken inside where they met mira, kuzuryu, an, hatter. the plan. defeat all the games, and then the face cards and one person could go home. do it all again and again and again until everyone was home. usagi participated in her own game while arisu… arisu was set up for a test. a trial to see if he was fit to become an executive member of the beach. an was there, so was tatta from the tag game. he met kuina for the first time. light bulb. four of diamonds. question: which switch turns on the light bulb? rule number one: only one switch among a, b, and c will turn on the light bulb. rule number two: you only have one chance to flip a switch while the door is open. if the door is closed, you can flip the switches as much as you like. rule number three: if someone is in the room, or if a switch has been turned on, the door will be locked in place and cannot be moved. clear condition: answer correctly which switch turns on the light bulb. six out of seven survivors. leave the door open. flip switch a. an asking if he was sure. no – he wasn’t sure. but then he was. close the door. flip switch a. wait. open the door. touch the light bulb. it’s hot. the answer is switch a.
he remembered the militants. aguni again. niragi. “last boss”. he remembered chishiya showing up at his door in the middle of the night. talking, learning more about the mysterious man in his own way. gentle gazes and lingering touches until chishiya left. finding the dead bodies the next day. chishiya’s plan to steal the cards from hatter’s safe. hatter dying. sneaking into hatter’s room. finding the safe. putting in the code. it didn’t work. then he wasn’t alone. chishiya betrayed him. the militants beat him. they tied him up and left him alone in a room. hours later, the voice rang through the hotel, announcing a new game. witch hunt. ten of hearts. rules: the evil witch who took the girl’s life is hiding among you. clear condition: find the witch and burn them in the fire of judgement. thirty out of sixty six survivors. he was in that room for almost the entire duration of the game until usagi found him. aguni had killed hatter. the witch was momoka herself. she and asahi were dealers. asahi dying as soon as she announced it. them clearing the game, and finding the video asahi left behind, showing them where to go for answers. arisu, usagi, kuina, and chishiya traveling together in search of the base. the two girls sleeping in one of the tents. him and chishiya sitting at the fire. forgiving chishiya for the betrayal. dumbly kissing the man. but then it wasn’t dumb because chishiya was kissing him back. them stopping before anything more happened, but they did fall asleep in each other’s arms that night. he remembered waking up alone the next day, but then everything was fine with the way chishiya continued to steal glances his way. they finally reached the place in asahi’s video a few days later, finding several dead dealers. then all of the screens in the room turned on, and mira – the queen of hearts – was on the screen, announcing the continuation of the games via the face card games.
he remembered the king of spades. anti-tank rifle. hiding behind cars was useless. them running. the blimp in the air. him and usagi losing kuina and chishiya in the chase. then them reuniting, and an and tatta showing up in a car. them all getting in except for chishiya because a grenade had been thrown. them driving, then them being chased until the car flipped and they were running again. the group losing an. them finding another car and hiding in a building. going on supply runs with usagi. her telling him about her father, and him telling her about his friends. discussing their next move. deciding they couldn’t do anything about the king of spades just yet.
he remembered niragi coming back. kyuma, shitara, uta, maki, and goken. osmosis. king of clubs. the team with the highest total of points at the end of the game wins. four out of ten survivors. usagi and kuina were both given three hundred points. niragi had four thousand and seven hundred. arisu took four thousand and six hundred, and tatta stayed at the base with only one hundred points. they split up into groups; niragi with usagi, kuina with arisu. two thousand points from an item. five hundred points from a battle five hundred more from a battle. five hundred again. everyone back to base. one thousand points from an item. forty thousand points to the king of clubs team, and ten thousand points to the player team. shitara was disqualified. five hundred from an item to the king of clubs team. five hundred from a battle to the king of clubs. one thousand and five hundred from an item to the king of clubs team. five hundred points from a battle to the king of clubs team again. three thousand points from an item to the king of clubs. five hundred from a battle to the king of clubs. thirty minutes remaining. the plan. get twenty thousand points from touching the enemy base. usagi distracting goken while arisu, kuina, and niragi went for the base. kyuma, uta, and maki touching their own base. kuina distracting maki. arisu going for kyuma. arisu being inactive. kyuma getting electrocuted. niragi spitting blood in uta’s face. uta touching him right as he touched their base. ten thousand points to the player team. niragi running for maki, electrocuting him and giving kuina the go for the base. maki being unfazed; him kicking kuina. five hundred to the king of clubs. back to base. everyone but arisu and tatta leaving to look for items. it’s pointless. two thousand and five hundred to the player team from an item. the player team being behind by five hundred points. there only being ten minutes left. arisu leaving to find someone to battle. him finding niragi on top of usagi, and punching him. him carrying usagi back to base. seven minutes remaining. him hearing a faint banging of a shipment container. finding tatta attempting to break his arm to get the wristband off. tatta telling him to do it instead so they win the game. his conversation with kyuma. five minutes remain. one last handshake. five hundred points to the player team. kyuma’s body falling into the ocean. the blimp exploding. tatta bleeding out. niragi leaving once more.
he remembered kuina leaving in search of chishiya and an. scavenging for food with usagi. hunting rabbits. having… fun. finding kaito bleeding out in front of his rv. his makeshift darkroom. an on the tape. the fireworks – meteorite he guesses now. the king of spades showing up. them running. losing each other. him running into something and passing out. waking up and meeting heiya. meeting aguni again. going over aguni’s plan to defeat the king of spades. getting separated from them. looking for usagi.
he remembered finally finding usagi – finding her with kota. he remembered risa. checkmate. queen of spades. two teams. sixteen rounds, five minutes each. gather members on your team by pressing the buttons on their vest. the team with the most members clears the game. nineteen out of twenty survivors. queen’s team: four players. challenger’s team: sixteen players. round one. queen team’s turn. queen’s team: nine players. challenger’s team: eleven players. round two. challenger’s turn. no change in score. round three. round four. round five. round six, seven, eight, nine. queen’s team: fourtee. challenger’s team: six. round ten. challenger’s turn. his prior teammates running from him. no change in score. round eleven. queen’s turn. queen’s team: seventeen. challenger’s team: three – arisu, usagi, and kota. round twelve, thirteen. no changes. round fourteen. challenger’s turn. five minutes. three people back. one person back, and then… round fifteen. queen’s turn. one player lost. queen’s team: thirteen. challenger’s team: six. round sixteen. challenger’s turn. five minutes. the last five minutes. running. chasing. searching. two people back. one person back, and then two. then another, and another. round end. queen’s team: one player. challenger’s team: nineteen players. game cleared. risa jumping off of the railing. leaving the arena. finding the hot spring. the elephants. kissing usagi.
he remembered more games. and then… chishiya appearing. niragi. chisiya being shot. usagi showing up. niragi aiming for her. shooting niragi. chishiya… chishiya saving usagi’s life. the king of spades blimp flying above them. the gunshots. hiding the wounded men behind cars. his last conversation with chishiya. his last kiss with chishiya. finding kuina and an again. running from the king of spades. heiya and aguni finding them. kuina having a bomb chishiya made. when did he have time to do that? the drugstore across the street. fill it with gas so the explosion will be bigger. lure the king in, then boom. using hairspray as the fuel. everyone else distracting the king. everyone… on the floor; bodies filled with bullet holes. heiya. aguni. kuina. an. usagi. making the king chase him into the store. aguni using his last bit of strength to make sure that he went inside. setting off the bomb. the explosion. usagi still being alive.
he remembered leaving. helping usagi walk as they made their way to the last arena. mira. the queen of croquet. queen of hearts. clear condition: finish three sets of croquet without withdrawing. two out of three survivors. first set. second set. it was too simple. mira’s request to… have a tea break? their conversation. her lies. him aiming his shotgun at her. her manipulating him. making him believe he was imagining everything. that she was his psychiatrist, and he was hallucinating this world. most of that was a blur to him, but he remembered usagi’s words. her… actions. her snapping him out of it by harming herself. finishing the final set. mira being defeated – being eliminated. the final moment before he woke up in the real world. the announcement. the question of whether to accept or deny citizenship in the borderlands. declining.
synopsis: jason is reminded of some things from his past that he'd rather forget and dick comforts him — reassures him that he cares and it's okay to lean on other people sometimes, but... well. his little wing has always been a stubborn one so dick takes it into his own hands to truly show jason how much he cares.
tags: mxm , pwp , top!dick bottom!jason but really they're both switches , jason focused , starts with angst mb , fwb relationship but they clearly have feelings for each other , slow n sensual or sumn , overstimulation but like feeling wise , oral , anal , no prep sex , unprotected sex , dick talks A LOT during sex like he seriously does not shut up , crying during sex? u bet , maybe a little bit of a praise kink if u squint real close
an: first post yippie but there was no proof read annnd it isn't my best work. we die like jason todd or whatever. though i will say i wrote this in like. i guess a similar situation to jason (don't ask why i projected onto him instead of dick like i usually do, idk either) like i felt like shit over some stuff but then. well. it went in a different direction. my bad for being traumatized and horny guys!
what was jason's problem? it was just a stupid movie. it shouldn't have gotten to him like this. it shouldn't have made him think of talia — of how she'd played him like a fiddle. he'd been a kid — a stupid, dumb kid who didn't know any better. hell, he'd just been brought back from the dead; disoriented, confused, unsure of who he even was. sure, the dip into the lazarus pit had fixed some of that, but it hadn't fixed his anger, his fear of abandonment, his need to belong somewhere. how was a kid like that supposed to know what was happening to him was wrong?
abruptly, jason got up from the couch and moved to the huge window of dick's studio apartment that has... honestly, a decent view of the city from the higher floor. he leaned on the artificial windowsill; some set of drawers that was gifted to the golden boy of gotham as a housewarming present by none other than bruce. jason rolled his eyes at even the thought of the estranged man, pressing his lips together tightly as he shook his head — right now isn't about bruce. that's an issue for another day. he looked out into the city, wiping at the stubborn moisture in his eyes. what the hell was wrong with him? he was over it! he'd been over it for a long time!
"i'm fine," he stated gruffly as he registered the fact that dick had paused the movie, not even giving the older man the chance to speak. "don't ask. just... don't talk to me right now." and dick frowned; concern etched on his face as he watched jason stare out the window. he could see the tension in jason's shoulders — the way his hands now clenched tightly at his sides. it always hurt dick to see jason like this, struggling with demons from his past that they all thought he'd put to rest.
with a weak sigh, dick stood up and walked over to jason, placing a relaxed hand on his shoulder. "hey," he said gingerly. "i won't ask anything, but you know i'm here for you, little wing, yeah?" jason tensed under dick's touch; his jaw clenching as he held his peeved gaze out the window. he didn't want to be touched right now — didn't want the comfort, the sympathy. he didn't deserve it. he just wanted— no. he deserved to be left alone to stew in his own misery. "yeah, well. maybe i don't need you to be here for me, dick," he snapped, heedlessly shrugging dick's hand off his shoulder. "maybe i can handle my own shit without you hovering over me like some kind of mother hen."
he then turned to face dick; his tear-filled eyes harsh and accusing. "you think you know everything about me, don't you? think you've got me all figured out just because we fuck sometimes, huh?" dick's eyes widened at jason's words before his expression softened. he knew well that jason lashed out at times, but he never would have expected the man to bring up something like their relationship in a hostile way. despite his shock, dick held his ground, not backing down from jason's strident words. he could tell that jason was on the verge of truly lashing out — on the verge of saying something that would really hurt dick before he would gather his things and storm out of the apartment until he would come climbing back through that vast window in a few days time; using that curt tongue as a shield against vulnerability.
"jason, no," dick said quietly, taking a step back to give the younger man some sort of space as his hand fell to his own side. "i don't know everything about you. i don't even know half of it anymore, but i do still care about you, more than you seem wiling to acknowledge." he sighed softly; his hand moving up to hesitate in the air as if he was holding himself back from touching jason again, which he was.
dick's voice dropped to a low grumble; a further hint of worry shining in his eyes. "i just wish you'd let me in, jaybird. let me help you carry some of that weight instead of shouldering it all alone, you know?" jason scoffed, rolling his eyes at dick's hopeless attempt at empathy. he crossed his arms over his chest, hunching his shoulders as he turned back to the window. the city lights twinkled mockingly outside, reflecting the cold, hard glare in his eyes.
"you think i haven't tried letting people in?" he scolded bitterly. "every damn time i have— every time i do, i end up getting humiliated. so yeah, i'd rather not go through that again." he hesitantly directed his focus back to dick, turning to face him again; his voice dropping to a low whisper, barely audible over the distant hum of the city outside. "it's safer this way. easier. don't make this harder than it has to be, dick." and yet even as he spoke the words, jason felt a pang of loneliness — a desperate longing for connection that he quickly suppressed.
dick's heart ached at the pain and resignation in jason's voice — he could tell the words were more to convince himself than to convince dick. he wanted to reach out — to pull jason close and promise that he would never hurt him, but he restrained himself, knowing better than to bombard jason with anything during times like this, even if it seemed it's what he wanted — what he needed. instead, dick took a deep breath and spoke amicably, calmly. "i understand, jason. but please know... you can't push me away completely. i'm not going anywhere no matter how hard you try to make me — we both know that."
he paused, considering his next words carefully. "if you ever feel ready to open up again, i'll be here. and if you're never ready, that's okay. i just... i want you to know that i'm here, jason." dick offered a small, encouraging smile, hoping to chip away at jason's defense — or at least just show that his words are genuine.
jason swallowed hard, quickly turning back to the window as he blinked rapidly to clear the sudden sting of tears from his eyes. he hated feeling weak, hated showing any kind of fragility. it made him feel exposed — raw, like an open wound, oozing with blood just waiting to be cleaned and picked apart. but there was something about dick's quiet persistence — his refusal to simply walk away when jason pushed him, that made the younger man's walls start to crumble. just a little bit. enough to let a sliver of hope shine through the cracks.
jason cleared his throat roughly, turning to face dick once more. his eyes were red-rimmed, yet almost completely dry; his expression guarded but not entirely closed off. "okay," he said gruffly; his voice cracking slightly on the first syllable. "i won't... i can't promise anything, but... i'll keep it in mind."
dick nodded attentively; relief washing over him at jason's words. it wasn't much, but it was a start. a tiny crack in the fortress jason had to build around himself. a glimmer of possibility. "that's all i'm asking for, jay," dick whispered, offering jason another small smile. "just remember you can come to me with anything. no pressure, no expectations."
he hesitated for a long moment before adding, "what do you say we get back to our movie? or if you'd rather do something else now?" dick kept his tone light, trying to steer them towards safer waters after the emotional turbulence of the last few minutes, and jason considered dick's question for a second, debating whether he wanted to continue that god-forsaken movie or not. in the end, he decided that distracting himself might be the best course of action right now. surely, he could continue watching the movie now that he's gotten the memories crashing through him out of his system, partially with dick's help.
the younger man shrugged one shoulder indifferently. "movie's fine. whatever." he took a deep breath, steeling himself before stepping past dick and striding back over to the couch, flopping down onto it heavily. jason grabbed the remote and unpaused the film, feigning intense interest in the flickering images on the television screen. inside, though, his mind was still churning with the ghosts of the past and the confusing swirl of emotions stirred up by his short conversation with dick.
it had been... well, jason wasn't sure how many years it had been anymore. his life has been a constant blur ever since he crawled out of the agonizing depths of the lazarus pit — his only clear memory being the moment he would honestly die for again just to forget. that night in the warehouse. that stupid fucking clown's laughter. the brutish blows of the crowbar against his skull. the hope that batman — that bruce — would be there to save him soon, and then the fear when he realized the man wasn't coming. the betrayal he felt in those last ten seconds; the ticking of the bomb counting them ominously before his entire world went black.
he couldn't even remember his time with talia, but it didn't matter — he remembered how he felt. he was cared for, maybe even loved in some twisted way, and oh, did he crave it — that feeling he hadn't experienced since his own mother died before bruce took him in. bruce had his own ways of caring, he'd come to realize. he understood the man better now that he himself had grown to be stoic, closed-off, unwavered by his emotions. but when he was a child; that lonely, troubled boy... he hated the man. and he hated dick. the golden boy. the first robin. the older boy didn't want anything to do with jason taking over his mantle, and really... jason couldn't blame him for that anymore. if bruce was hard on him, he could only imagine how it must have been for dick at times.
jason kept his gaze fixed firmly ahead, unwilling to meet dick's eyes as the older man settled back down beside him with a new distance between them that wasn't there before. dick, however, watched jason intently, noting the meticulous avoidance of eye contact. he understood to a degree — jason needed space to process whatever was going through his mind. dick would respect that boundary. for now.
as they resumed watching the movie, dick found his attention drifting between the screen and jason's profile. he studied the lines of tension in the younger man's form — the slight tremble of his hands that still gripped on tightly to the remote. despite jason's best efforts to appear detached — to appear unbothered, dick could sense the turmoil beneath the surface even if he wasn't entirely clued in on where it originated from this time.
feeling a surge of protectiveness and concern, dick reached out and smoothly brushed a strand of hair from jason's forehead. his touch was light, soothing — a silent reminder of his presence and support. jason's breath hitched at the unexpected touch; his skin tingling where dick's fingers just barely grazed his forehead. for a moment, he froze, caught off guard by the warmth of that simple gesture. then, with a shaky exhale, he relaxed into it, allowing himself to absorb the comforting sensation; the tension seeping out of his muscles with each passing second. he felt... safe with dick — sheltered from the storm constantly raging inside himself.
when dick's hand eventually fell away, jason didn't not notice, but he didn't reach for it back either, content to maintain their now comfortable silence. though he still avoided meeting dick's gaze, jason's posture eased; his shoulders dropping from their rigid slump. he was grateful for the understanding — for the gentle reminder that he wasn't alone in this struggle even if he hasn't accepted it yet.
dick noticed the subtle shift in jason's demeanor — the way his body language softened as he allowed himself to relax in dick's presence. a warm glow spread through dick's chest at the realization that his presence — his touch — had provided some measure of comfort and solace for the wounded man.
as the movie neared its late climax, dick found himself leaning closer to jason, drawn in by the younger man's quiet strength and resilience. he wanted to be there for jason — to offer a steady anchor amidst the turbulent tides of his emotions. when the credits finally began to roll, dick turned in his seat to face jason fully; his cobalt eyes searching the other's face. there was a depth of understanding and empathy in that gaze that spoke volumes about their bond — about dick's feelings for the stubborn man.
"hey," dick said faintly, reaching out to brush jason's cheek with a loosely curled fist. jason blinked slowly as the movie ended, momentarily disoriented as he emerged from the cocoon of the cinematic world that unwelcomingly dug up his own past within his mind. the gentle caress of dick's fingers against his cheek drew him fully back to the present, and he found himself leaning into the touch almost instinctively. he met dick's gaze then, really met it for the first time that night, and what he saw there made his breath catch in his throat. there was no pity, no judgement, only a profound understanding and acceptance that truly stole the air from his lungs.
at that moment, jason felt stripped bare, laid open before dick in a way that should have terrified him. instead, he felt a strange sense of peace wash over him, a certainty that he was exactly where he was meant to be. jason swallowed thickly; his voice rough with emotion, vulnerability as he whispered hoarsely, "yeah?"
dick's heart skipped a beat at the defenseless look in jason's eyes — the way the younger man seemed to trust him with his very essence. it was a precious gift, one that dick vowed to cherish and protect. "you've been through so much, jaybird," dick murmured; his voice subdued and tender. "and you're still standing, still fighting. that takes an incredible amount of strength and courage, you know."
he leaned in closer, until their faces were mere inches apart; his breath ghosting over jason's slightly parted lips. "i see you, jason todd. all of you. and i choose to stand by your side, no matter what." jason's pulse raced as dick's words washed over him, filling him with a warmth that had nothing to do with the physical proximity. he felt seen, truly seen, in a way that he rarely experienced — and it scared him, exhilarated him, made him feel alive in a way he thought he'd lost forever.
and then dick was closing the remaining distance between them, giving jason plenty of time to pull away before their lips collided in a kiss that was both delicate and passionate. jason's breath caught in his throat in the way it usually does when dick is around; his heart pounding wildly against his ribcage for a moment, he wondered if he should push the older man away — if he was ready for this level of intimacy; it feeling extremely different from their usual encounters. but then dick's lips were on his, and all coherent thought fled.
jason melted into the kiss; his own mouth moving tentatively against dick's as as he explored the familiar territory. and dick savored the sweet, addicting taste of jason, the softness of his mouth against his own. he deepened the kiss, exploring further as his tongue darted out to slowly, almost tenderly trace the shape of jason's lips.
his arms wrapped around the younger man's waist, pulling him close. he could feel the heat radiating off jason's body; the rapid thrumming of his heartbeat echoing his own. breaking away from the kiss, dick trailed hot, yet gentle kisses along jason's jawline and down the column of his neck; his hands roaming over jason's back, tracing the contours of his muscles.
dick was lost in the intoxicating scent of jason, the taste of his skin, the feel of his body pressed against his own. every nerve ending was ablaze with desire, every inch of him yearning for more — to show jason how much he truly cared for him.
jason gasped as dick's lips left his own — the sudden absence making him ache for more. he tilted his head to give dick better access; a needy whimper escaping him as he felt the first subtle nip of teeth on his sensitive skin. his hands came up to tangle in dick's hair, holding the other man close as he arched into the sensual assault.
the feel of dick's strong arms around him, his talented fingers roaming over his back, sent shivers racing down jason's spine. jason's own arousal was building rapidly; his cock stiffening against his thigh as dick's skilled mouth worked magic on his neck. when dick finally pulled back to meet his gaze, jason's eyes were glazed with lust; his cheeks reddened with a deep crimson.
the sight of jason, flushed and panting, eyes dark with desire, nearly undid dick right then and there. he'd seen the younger man look so beautiful, so utterly wrecked with want so many times before, but it never failed to leave him speechless. with trembling hands, dick reached for the hem of jason's shirt, tugging it upwards. jason lifted his arms obediently, eagerly — allowing dick to strip him bare from the waist up, which he did oh so carefully, tossing the garment to be forgotten on the floor.
dick took a moment to drink in the sight of jason's toned torso. the defined lines of his abdomen, the dusky nipples already pebbled with arousal. unable to resist, he leaned forward and laved over one nipple with his tongue, relishing the sharp intake of breath from above. his hands continued their exploration, mapping the planes and angles of jason's chest, tweaking a nipple between his fingers are he continued to suckle and nip at the other.
a strangled moan tore from jason's throat as dick's mouth fully closed around his nipple; the dual sensations of tongue and teeth sending bolts of pleasure straight to his groin. his hips writhed involuntarily, seeking friction as he silently cursed the layers of fabric separating them. jason's fingers tightened in dick's hair as the man lavished attention on his sensitive buds. each pull of dick's lips, each scrape of teeth against delicate flesh, stoking the flames of jason's desire higher and higher.
lost in the sensation, it took jason a moment to realize that dick had shifted his attention to the opposite nipple, leaving the first slick and aching. a low keen escaped him, half-pain, half-pleasure, as dick repeated the ministrations, alternating between soft, kitten licks and harder sucks. and oh, did dick revel in the sounds jason made — the desperate little moans and mewls that spoke of pure, unadulterated bliss.
dick could feel the other man's arousal, hard and insistent against his own, and it only fueled his desire — his hunger. dick released jason's nipple with a soft pop, trailing sloppy open-mouthed kisses down his sternum as he worked his way lower. he hooked his fingers into the waistband of jason's sweatpants, tugging them down along with his boxers in one swift motion.
jason's cock sprang free, thick and heavy; the tip already glistening with pre-cum. dick's mouth practically watered at the sight, and without hesitation, he guided jason to lie back on the couch as he shifted slightly away, giving himself enough space to lower his head and engulf the eager member in the warm embrace of his mouth.
jason cried out — a raw, guttural sound torn from the depths of his being, as dick's mouth enveloped him. the wet heat, the firm suction, the clever flick of that wicked tongue against the weeping slit of his cock — it was almost too much, too intense after the teasing touches and kisses. his hips bucked instinctively, driving himself deeper into dick's willing mouth. one hand still fisted tightly in dick's hair, anchoring himself, while the other scrabbled against the back of the couch, searching for purchase in a world that narrowed down to nothing but sensation.
jason's mind was blank; his thoughts scattered to the four winds as dick worked him over with lips and tongue and teeth. dick hummed around jason's cock; the vibrations adding another layer of pleasure to the already overwhelming sensations. he set a slow, almost teasing pace, bobbing his head deliberately to take jason as deep as he could; his nose brushing against against the wiry hairs at the base of the younger man's shaft.
one hand slid up jason's thigh, finding the sensitive spot where the leg met groin and applying a gentle pressure — his thumb circling the muscle in an attempt to coax forth more of that delicious pre-cum. dick's own arousal throbbed in time with jason's; his cock straining against the confines of his jeans. he knew he wouldn't last much longer, not with jason's flavor exploding on his tongue and the desperation in the other man's movements and noises.
jason's world soon shattered into a million pieces; his orgasm crashing over him like a tidal wave. he shouted dick's name — a benediction and a plea all in one, as his release pooled into the older man's mouth and down his throat. the intensity of it stole his breath; left him gasping and shuddering through the aftershocks. dimly, he registered dick releasing his softening cock, gentling him through the final tremors with soft licks and kisses along his shaft, his thighs, his abdomen.
it seemed an eternity before jason could catch his breath, before his heart rate slowed to something resembling normal. when he finally opened his eyes — when did he even close them? — it was to find dick watching him with a mix of satisfaction and barely restrained hunger. jason managed a weak smile, reaching to cup dick's cheek with a trembling hand; his voice wavering as he whispered. "dick, i..."
dick only chuckled in response; the sound low and husky as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. the hand fell shortly after, moving to mirror the other one delicately cradling jason's hip as he leaned back in, pressing a kiss to jason's knee. jason watched the man intently; a glimpse of fragility in his eyes as dick's lips leisurely trailed up his body.
jason's pulse quickened under dick's touch; his body responding eagerly to each unhurried press of those firm lips. once dick reached jason's lips, one hand moved to cup jason's cheek, tilting his face up gently for a searing kiss that left no doubt about his own desires. though, dick soon broke the kiss; a soft whimper escaping jason as his tongue immediately darted out to lick his own lips, tasting the faint remnant of dick's mixed with his own load. dick smiled as he watched the sight before murmuring against jason's lips, "tell me what you want, little wing."
jason wanted to say something profound, something poetic about the depth of his longing, but all that came out was a hoarse whisper, "i want you inside me." the words felt raw, exposed, but they were true. more than anything, jason craved the feeling of dick's cock stretching him, filling him, claiming him in the most intimate way possible.
jason spread his legs wider, baring himself completely to dick's gaze, and reached for the older man's clothed bulge with slender fingers. those fingers squeezed lightly around the hot, ridged length hidden away, rubbing it slowly as dick groaned at the feeling; the touch both very welcome and maddeningly insufficient. "please, dickie..." the need in jason's voice sent a jolt of lust straight to dick's cock; it twitching nicely in jason's hand. then, in one fluid motion, dick rose to his feet and shed his clothes with a purposeful slowness. as each article fell away, dick revealed more of his own toned physique — the muscles rippling beneath his skin as he moved.
by the time he stood completely naked before jason — his cock jutting proudly from a thatch of dark hair — the younger man was staring with rapt attention. dick prowled closer, closing the distance between them until he loomed over jason's seated form. his hands moved with purpose, grabbing a firm hold on jason's knees to shift his position on the couch, making him sit in the proper position.
dick dropped to his knees on the floor and pushed jason's thighs apart further, settling between them. his hands gradually moved to jason's hips, grabbing onto them with a firm hold before pulling him to the edge of the cushion so that their bodies aligned perfectly. dick quickly positioned himself at jason's entrance — the blunt head of his cock nudging against the tight ring of muscle.
he locked eyes with jason, holding his gaze as he slowly began to push forward, breaching that initial resistance and sinking into the welcoming heat inch by excruciating inch. jason arched off the couch; his back bowing as dick's thick cock forced its way into him. the stretch was exquisite — a delicious burn that already had him seeing stars. he bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, focusing on the pain to anchor himself against the overwhelming pleasure.
once dick was fully seated into him and stilled, jason exhaled shakily; his chest heaving against the older man's as he leaned forward to hold him close; his hands finding purchase on the first part of dick's body they could find — his biceps. the feeling of being so thoroughly filled, claimed, possessed — it was indescribable. it was as if every cell in his body sang in harmony with dick's presence inside him. "oh, god," jason breathed; his hands moving up to rest on dick's shoulders, nails digging in sharply. "you feel... haaah... so good..." he rocked his hips experimentally with a drawn-out moan, savoring the friction, the subtle glide of dick's cock within him.
dick's grip on jason's hips tightened; fingers digging into the flesh as he fought to maintain control. the sensation of jason's inner walls clenching around him, the way the younger man's body yielded to his invasion, was almost too much to bear. "fuck, jaybird," dick growled; his voice strained slightly with effort. "you're so tight, so perfect... always so perfect..."
he began to move then, withdrawing until only the tip of his cock remained inside jason before surging back in, setting a slow, steady rhythm. with each thrust, dick angled his hips to hit that sweet spot deep within jason, determined to provided the younger man some sort of relief with his slow pace.
and jason's head thrashed from side to side against the plush couch; his vision blurring as tears welled up in his eyes. the couch creaked ominously beneath them, but jason was lost to everything except the incredible sensation of being fucked — of being loved, cared for — so thoroughly, so... passionately. jason's legs wrapped around dick's body; ankles locking at the small of his back as jason tried to pull him impossibly deeper, and that told dick that the tears in jason's eyes were good. still, though, dick reached up with one hand; the other gripping tighter at jason's hip to gain back some of the leverage, as he cupped jason's cheek, gently wiping those tears away with his thumb.
dick leaned forward, planting a string of soft pecks to jason's lips, whispering between each one. "so good, baby," kiss, "you're doing so, so good for me," kiss, "feels so good," kiss, "love you, jason," kiss, "i love you so much," kiss, "my little wing," kiss, "my beautiful, strong boy," and even though dick had wiped jason's eyes free of tears, they were flowing steadily from the emotional onslaught. dick had always — always — made him feel like he was the entire world, but this... this felt different, deeper, like this was more than their usual fuck, which it was — and even though that terrified jason, he never felt better. never felt more important, more loved — genuinely loved.
one hand slid between their straining bodies, finding jason's renewed weeping erection and wrapping around it firmly. dick stroked the man in time with his thrusts; the dual stimulation designed to push jason over the precipice as dick continued to whisper sweet nothings against his lips. the additional stimulation proved to be the final straw for jason despite the slowness of it all. with a ragged cry, he came violently; his cock pulsing in dick's grasp as waves of intense pleasure crashed over him once more.
his body trembled underneath dick; his brain nothing but an emotional, love-drunk mess as he continued to sob. his inner walls clenched around dick's throbbing shaft, milking it for all it was worth as he rode out the forceful aftershocks. through it all, dick continued to pound into him; the touch on jason's cock gentling as he drew out jason's climax until the younger man was a quivering, spent mess. only then did dick allow himself to surrender; his own orgasm hitting him like a freight train as he buried himself to the hilt and stilled — his cock erupting deep within jason.
they soon collapsed together, panting and slick with sweat — jason's body still fluttering around dick's softening cock. as the haze of pleasure cleared, dick became even more aware of jason's trembling form, the way the younger man's body still clung to his with a desperate intensity. a surge of protectiveness washed over him for what could have been the fiftieth time that night, mingling with the lingering afterglow of their passion.
carefully, dick withdrew from jason's well-loved hole, watching intently as a trickle of cum followed his cock out. he slowly moved, taking his original seat on the couch before gathering jason into his arms, cradling him close in his lap as he pressed tender kisses to the top of his head. "you okay, jace?" he murmured; his voice rough with exertion and concern.
he held jason securely, reluctant to let go, savoring the warmth of their entwined bodies and the knowledge that he'd given the other man such an intense experience. jason nestled into dick's embrace; his cheeks resting against the older man's chest as he listened to the soothing beat of his heart. for a while, he simply savored the closeness, the comforting weight of dick's arms around him, the gentle rise and fall of his breaths.
'i'm more than okay,' jason thoughts; a small smile tugging at his lips. 'i'm exactly where i'm meant to be.' after a moment though, he lifted his head, meeting dick's gaze with his own misty eyes. "i'm good," he assured softly, reaching up to cup dick's face in his palms. "better than good, actually. thanks to you." jason leaned in, capturing dick's mouth in a slow, sweet kiss, pouring all his gratitude and affection into the tender press of lips before he settled his head back against dick's chest.
jason isn't sure when he fell asleep, but as he barely comes to, he's sure that he's safe — that he's loved — with the way he's gently placed into dick's bed, the way he's carefully tucked into the warm comforter, the way those strong arms soon snake around his waist and pull him close. maybe... just maybe it won't be so bad if he let dick in past the walls he built.
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