Collared
Title: Collared
Author: AiyokuSama
Characters: Jason Todd, Batman, unidentified-OC
Rating: R, to be on the safe side.
Warnings: Sexy games alluded too, BAD language.
Word count: 671
Summery: Too much to drink is to blame, right?
A/N:
me_ya_ri said she wanted a drabble based on my avatar, so here it is, crack and all.
Oh Jesus H. Fucking CHRIST! What the fuck had he been drinking?! Those are the first thoughts that go through his head when Jason returns to consciousness. At least, he thinks he's conscious, but it's hard to tell, when he hasn't worked up the courage to open his eyes. Seeing as he has stabbing pains lancing into his grey matter without adding light to the mix, it seems safest to keep his eyes shut.
Except that he has no idea where he is and... Huh. His hands wrists and ankles are free, but there is something snug around his neck. Eyes still closed he groans (which is a HUGE mistake) and reaches up a hand, blindly feeling whatever it is. Broad, leather, a buckle...and a large D-ring attached to the front. Why the fuck is he wearing a COLLAR?
“Oooooh, you're awake,” a husky, but obviously feminine, voice purrs at him. It's not close, but it has to be in the same room, right? The mattress dips to the right and he feels gentle finger tips trace the edge of the collar. Then it's sharp fingernails against the weathered skin.
Jason cracks an eye open and is immensely thankful that the only illumination in the room comes from a few lit candles. His pounding head definitely appreciates it, while other parts of his body are appreciating the woman pouting at him.
“You have really bad manners, Boyo,” the sultry brunette scolds, as she moves to straddle Jason's unfortunately jean-clad legs.
The room is dark enough that he can't tell what colour her eyes are. He knows that he met her at the underground bar-that much he remembers-but he doesn't remember her being in such a hot little bondage get up. That corset doesn't show off much, except for how it shows off a lot of perfectly tantalizing things. Jason licks his lips.
“Passing out on a girl before she gets to have her fun is downright unforgivable,” the Domme, continues, those lovely nails gently teasing his collar bone. “So, of course, I'm going to have to punish you,” she promises, with that incredible voice that makes him want to sit up and beg. But when he tries the first part, a firm hand pushes him back to the bed, causing his head to pound annoyingly.
Still he smiles, imagining where this is going. “And what do you have in mind?” he asks, his lips quirking hopefully.
Leaning in close, she smiles at him. “Close your eyes and find out,” the woman breathes. He really can't help but do so, imagining what might possibly be coming next. There is a “snick” sound, and he cracks one eye open and sees that there is now a leash attached to his collar. Jason hastily closes his eye again when he sees the woman frowning at him. “You're a very bad boy,” is what he hears before there is a sharp, small pain in the side of his neck.
“Ow!” Jason hisses. He can't help but open his eyes again, and the first thing he notices is that his vision is starting to swim. The fuck?! Has he been drugged? Beyond what he did to himself, that is.
The Domme gets off his legs and stands on the ground beside the bed, the end of the leash still in hand. She turns to look over her shoulder at something that Jason can't see. “He's all yours. And we're square now, right?”
“Yes,” says a dark shape that detaches itself from the shadows. It takes Jason a moment to make sense of what he's seeing-which is mess of liquid squiggles-and then his eyes widen. The woman is handing the leash to... to...
“No! Let go of me you @#$%&! I don't wanna go home! Let the @#$% go of me!” Jason wails, as Batman starts tugging on the leash. This can't possibly be happening to him.
“Tough,” is the only reply, as he's dragged off of the bed. Oh man, he's sooooooo fucked.
Author: AiyokuSama
Characters: Jason Todd, Batman, unidentified-OC
Rating: R, to be on the safe side.
Warnings: Sexy games alluded too, BAD language.
Word count: 671
Summery: Too much to drink is to blame, right?
A/N:
me_ya_ri said she wanted a drabble based on my avatar, so here it is, crack and all.
Oh Jesus H. Fucking CHRIST! What the fuck had he been drinking?! Those are the first thoughts that go through his head when Jason returns to consciousness. At least, he thinks he's conscious, but it's hard to tell, when he hasn't worked up the courage to open his eyes. Seeing as he has stabbing pains lancing into his grey matter without adding light to the mix, it seems safest to keep his eyes shut.
Except that he has no idea where he is and... Huh. His hands wrists and ankles are free, but there is something snug around his neck. Eyes still closed he groans (which is a HUGE mistake) and reaches up a hand, blindly feeling whatever it is. Broad, leather, a buckle...and a large D-ring attached to the front. Why the fuck is he wearing a COLLAR?
“Oooooh, you're awake,” a husky, but obviously feminine, voice purrs at him. It's not close, but it has to be in the same room, right? The mattress dips to the right and he feels gentle finger tips trace the edge of the collar. Then it's sharp fingernails against the weathered skin.
Jason cracks an eye open and is immensely thankful that the only illumination in the room comes from a few lit candles. His pounding head definitely appreciates it, while other parts of his body are appreciating the woman pouting at him.
“You have really bad manners, Boyo,” the sultry brunette scolds, as she moves to straddle Jason's unfortunately jean-clad legs.
The room is dark enough that he can't tell what colour her eyes are. He knows that he met her at the underground bar-that much he remembers-but he doesn't remember her being in such a hot little bondage get up. That corset doesn't show off much, except for how it shows off a lot of perfectly tantalizing things. Jason licks his lips.
“Passing out on a girl before she gets to have her fun is downright unforgivable,” the Domme, continues, those lovely nails gently teasing his collar bone. “So, of course, I'm going to have to punish you,” she promises, with that incredible voice that makes him want to sit up and beg. But when he tries the first part, a firm hand pushes him back to the bed, causing his head to pound annoyingly.
Still he smiles, imagining where this is going. “And what do you have in mind?” he asks, his lips quirking hopefully.
Leaning in close, she smiles at him. “Close your eyes and find out,” the woman breathes. He really can't help but do so, imagining what might possibly be coming next. There is a “snick” sound, and he cracks one eye open and sees that there is now a leash attached to his collar. Jason hastily closes his eye again when he sees the woman frowning at him. “You're a very bad boy,” is what he hears before there is a sharp, small pain in the side of his neck.
“Ow!” Jason hisses. He can't help but open his eyes again, and the first thing he notices is that his vision is starting to swim. The fuck?! Has he been drugged? Beyond what he did to himself, that is.
The Domme gets off his legs and stands on the ground beside the bed, the end of the leash still in hand. She turns to look over her shoulder at something that Jason can't see. “He's all yours. And we're square now, right?”
“Yes,” says a dark shape that detaches itself from the shadows. It takes Jason a moment to make sense of what he's seeing-which is mess of liquid squiggles-and then his eyes widen. The woman is handing the leash to... to...
“No! Let go of me you @#$%&! I don't wanna go home! Let the @#$% go of me!” Jason wails, as Batman starts tugging on the leash. This can't possibly be happening to him.
“Tough,” is the only reply, as he's dragged off of the bed. Oh man, he's sooooooo fucked.