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ㅤֹㅤ⊹ㅤ #ㅤSHARING IS CARINGㅤ.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☆⁠ PAIRING : Yandere Dick Grayson x Wayne Reader x Yandere Jason Todd

☆⁠ SYNOPSIS : They aren't really good at sharing things. But one thing that they both can agree on is that they like fucking you.

☆⁠ WARNING : MINOR DNI, straight up smut, threesome, stepcest.

☆⁠ NOTES : Reader is female as usual. English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

The Batcave smells like sweat, blood, and sex—raw and dirty, the kind of stench that clings to the walls and stains the mats beneath you. You’re fucked-out already, sprawled ass-up on the grimy training floor, caught between Dick and Jason like some twisted prize they’ve been clawing at for hours.

Dick’s got you pinned, his moral bullshit long gone, just a snarling, sweat-drenched man with his cock buried balls-deep in your cunt. His hands are bruising your hips, fingers digging in so hard you’ll feel the marks for days, and he’s growling against your neck, all that golden-boy charm fucked into oblivion. “Jason, you’re fucking her too hard,” he snaps, voice ragged, his thrusts sloppy as he tries to keep some shred of control. But he’s lying—he’s just as brutal, slamming into you like he’s trying to carve his name into your goddamn soul.

Behind you, Jason’s massive hands gripping your waist like a vice as he rams into you from the other end, his dick stretching your ass so wide it burns in the best fucking way. “She’s a big girl, Dickie,” he snarls, voice dripping with venom and lust, his breath hot and damp against your ear. “She can take my cock—look at her, fuckin’ drooling for it.” He yanks your hair back, forcing your face up from the mats, and you whimper, spit trailing down your chin, your body shaking under the onslaught.

“Fuck, I don’t wanna break her,” Dick grits out, but his hips don’t stop, pounding into your dripping pussy with wet, obscene slaps that echo through the cave. He’s a mess—hair plastered to his forehead, sweat rolling down his chest, eyes wild as he watches where he’s splitting you open. His fingers slip, slick with your juices, and he smears it across your thigh like he’s marking you.

“Then don’t be a pussy,” Jason fires back, his thrusts brutal, unrelenting, his balls slapping your skin with every filthy shove. “She’s begging for it. Ain’t that right, princess?” He slaps your ass, hard, the sting making you yelp, and you feel a fresh gush of wetness spill out of you, soaking Dick’s cock even more.

“I’m—I’m fine,” you choke out, voice wrecked, barely audible over the sound of flesh smacking flesh. “Please, Dick, fuck me harder—please.” It’s a desperate, slutty whine, and Jason laughs, dark and mean, his hand sliding down to rub at your clit, rough and careless.

“Listen to her, Grayson,” Jason taunts, his fingers slipping in your slick, making you scream as he presses down hard. “She’s a fuckin’ Wayne—she’s built for this shit. Give her that pretty-boy dick like you mean it.”

Dick’s eyes flare, lust and fury crashing together, and he snaps. “Fuck it,” he snarls, and then he’s gone—fucking feral—his hips slamming into you so hard your tits bounce, your whole body jolting forward into Jason’s punishing rhythm. “You want it? Take it, then,” he growls, voice low and dangerous, his cock driving so deep you feel it in your throat. Your cunt’s a sopping mess, cum and slick dripping down your thighs, pooling on the mats in a filthy puddle.

Jason’s not letting up either—his thrusts are savage, splitting your ass open, and he’s grunting like an animal. “Goddamn, you’re tight,” he rasps, his voice cracking with raw need. “Takin’ me like a fuckin’ champ—shit, you’re a dirty little slut for me, aren’t you?”

“Fuck you,” Dick spits, but it’s half a moan, his grip on your hips bruising as he drills into you. “She’s not yours—she’s mine.” You feel Dick twitch inside you, close to blowing his load.

“Keep dreamin’, asshole,” Jason shoots back. He leans down, spits on where his cock’s stretching you, and the wet slide of it makes you scream, your body bucking between them. “She’s creamin’ all over me—fuck, look at that.”

They’re both losing it, and you’re the center of their storm—fucked-out, dripping, your cunt and ass clenching around them as they take you apart. “You’re a goddamn mess,” Dick groans, his voice breaking as he grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. Your face is tear-streaked, lips swollen, and he smirks. “So fuckin’ beautiful like this.”

“Move,” Jason snaps, shoving Dick’s hand away, and then he’s yanking you up by the hair again, his lips crashing into yours in a messy, bruising kiss—teeth and tongue and pure desperation. Dick growls, jealous, and his next thrust is so hard you see stars, your moan swallowed by Jason’s mouth.

“Gonna cum,” Dick pants, his rhythm faltering, and Jason’s right there with him, his grunts turning into low, guttural curses. “Fuck—me too,” he mutters, and they’re both gone—Dick spilling hot and thick into your pussy, Jason unloading in your ass, their cum mixing with yours as you clench around them, shattering again.

You’re a wreck—screaming, shaking, cum oozing out of you as they keep thrusting through it, milking every last drop. Dick collapses first, pulling you down with him, his chest heaving as he buries his face in your neck, muttering your name like a prayer. Jason’s slower to let go, his cock still twitching as he pulls out, cum dripping down your thighs in a sticky, filthy mess.

“Jesus fuck,” Jason breathes, slumping beside you, his hand resting on your ass like he’s not ready to stop touching you. Dick’s arm snakes around your waist, pulling you close, and for a moment, it’s just the three of you—panting, wrecked, tangled in the aftermath.

“You’re did well,” Dick murmurs, his voice soft, lips brushing your skin.

“Damn right, good girl.” Jason adds, his fingers tracing the bruises they’ve left.

And as you lie there, fucked-out and sweaty, between their body.

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"Well just a quick kiss while no one is looking…"

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when it’s a “she fell first and she fell harder” but I love too hard and they ghost me

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life is so good when ur reading a book and taking it w u everywhere like your little child

He stood in the doorway, his heart pounding in his chest, his hands trembling at his sides. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her legs crossed, her hair falling in soft waves over her shoulders. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and innocent, but there was something in them—something that made his stomach twist in knots, something that made him feel like he was teetering on the edge of a cliff.

“You’re nervous,” she said softly, a small smile playing on her lips. "You don’t have to be."

He swallowed hard, his throat dry. “I shouldn’t be here,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. “This isn’t right.”

She tilted her head, studying him with those big, doe eyes. “Then why are you here?” she asked, her tone gentle, almost teasing. “You could have walked away.”

He couldn’t answer that. He didn’t answer that. Instead, he crossed the room in three quick strides, his hands reaching out to grip her shoulders. She gasped, her eyes widening in surprise, but she didn’t pull away. She just looked up at him, her breath quickening, her chest rising and falling with each rapid heartbeat.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispered, his voice strained, desperate. “Tell me to leave.”

But she didn’t. She just reached up, her fingers brushing against his cheek, her touch so soft, so tender, it made his chest ache. “I don’t want you to stop,” she murmured. “I’ve never wanted you to stop.”

Something inside him snapped. He wasn’t sure what it was—guilt, desire, something else entirely—but it was too much, too overwhelming. He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her skin as he yanked her closer. She let out a small yelp, but it quickly turned into a moan as he crushed his lips against hers, his tongue sliding into her mouth.

She tasted sweet, like the candy she’d been eating earlier, and it only made him hungrier. He kissed her harder, his hands roaming over her body, exploring every curve, every inch of her. She arched into him, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered against her lips, his voice rough, almost broken. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

She didn’t say anything. She just pulled him closer, her legs wrapping around his waist as she kissed him back with the same desperation, the same hunger. He could feel her heart racing, feel the heat radiating from her body, and it drove him wild.

He broke the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he stared down at her. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen, her eyes dark with desire. She looked so innocent, so pure, and yet there was something so utterly forbidden about her, something that made his blood boil.

“Please,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Don’t stop.”

He didn’t. He couldn’t. He pushed her back onto the bed, his hands fumbling with the button on her jeans. She lifted her hips, helping him pull them down, and then she was lying there, completely exposed, completely vulnerable.

He stared at her for a moment, his breath catching in his throat. She was so small, so delicate, and yet there was something so inherently erotic about her, something that made him feel like he was on fire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against her inner thigh, and she shivered, her breath hitching.

“You’re wet,” he murmured, his voice low, almost a growl. “You’re so fucking wet for me.”

She whimpered, her hips bucking up towards him, and that was it. He couldn’t hold back anymore. He stripped off his own clothes, his hands trembling with anticipation, and then he was on top of her, his body pressing hers into the mattress.

She gasped as he entered her, her nails scraping down his back. He groaned, his head falling forward as he felt her tight warmth envelop him. He started to move, slowly at first, testing the waters, but it wasn’t enough. He needed more. He needed everything.

He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her skin as he thrust into her harder, faster. She moaned, her hands reaching up to grip his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. He could feel her clenching around him, feel the way her body trembled beneath him, and it only made him more desperate.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice breaking as he buried his face in her neck. “You feel so good. So fucking good.”

She whimpered, her legs tightening around his waist as she rocked her hips against him. “Please,” she begged, her voice breathless. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

He didn’t. He couldn’t. He gripped her sides, his fingers pressing into her skin as he yanked her hair, forcing her head back. She cried out, her body arching up towards him, and he could feel her starting to unravel. He could feel himself getting closer, too, but he didn’t want it to end. He wanted to stay like this forever, lost in her, consumed by her.

But he couldn’t hold on. He felt his body tensing, felt the fire in his gut building until it was too much. He let out a low groan, his hips stuttering as he spilled inside her, his body shuddering with the force of his release.

He collapsed on top of her, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his body trembling. She wrapped her arms around him, her fingers running through his hair as she held him close. He could feel her heart racing, feel the way her body was still trembling beneath him, and it made him feel sick.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice choked with guilt. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

She didn’t say anything. She just held him tighter, her lips pressing against his forehead. “It’s okay, little bro” she murmured, her voice soft, soothing. “It’s okay.”

But it wasn’t. He knew it wasn’t. He felt like a monster, like a pervert, like he’d just destroyed something sacred. He buried his face in her neck, his hands gripping her waist as he tried to steady his breathing, but it was no use. The guilt was too much, the shame too overwhelming.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “I shouldn’t have touched you. I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”

She stroked his hair, her touch gentle, comforting. “You don’t have to apologize,” she murmured. “I wanted it. I wanted you.”

He shook his head, his eyes squeezing shut. “It’s not right,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re my sister. I’m disgusting.”

She didn’t respond. She just held him, her fingers tracing patterns on his back as she whispered soft, soothing words into his ear. He didn’t deserve it, didn’t deserve her, but he couldn’t pull away. He needed her too much.

“Stay with me,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “Please. Don’t leave me.”

She kissed his forehead, her lips soft, warm. “I won’t,” she promised. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He clung to her, his body trembling, his mind spinning. He didn’t know what to do, didn’t know how to fix this, but for now, all he could do was hold on to her and pray that she wouldn’t let go.

“what happened to your arm” idk i cut it ? fuckin retard