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Unexpected Cohabitation a JonDami fic

Title: Unexpected Cohabitation

Main Characters: Jonathan Kent and Damian Wayne (some of the others show up too, the list is too long)

Eventual relationship: Jonathan Kent/Damian Wayne (my fave)

Stuff to know: No capes, reverse robins, high school AU, no smut, no Brucie Wayne, I know nothing about sports but it will show up, (aaand I think that's it, will add more if it comes up)

Word Count: 1,272

[Here's my table of contents]

Part 2 - Chapter 8

“This is Bat-Cow,” Damian said, patting a brown and white cow, “she’s a cow and gives milk.” “I know what a cow is, Damian.” Jon said exasperated. “My Dad’s Ma and Pa own a farm in Kansas.” After having tea in Damian’s balcony the boys had left the Mansion passing the kitchen where they saw Alfred prepping dinner. They were joined by a massive black dog named Titus as they walked past a small vegetable garden and through a wooden door attached to an old stone fence covered in vines. They continued walking through a grove of trees that, surprisingly, hid a barn surrounded by a fence. When they arrived a cow had gone up to the fence to greet them. “Why is it named Bat-Cow?” Jon asked looking around at the large fenced area. The barn was painted in dark muted colors so that it wouldn’t stand out and its doors were left open. Titus gave the cow its greetings, hopped the fence and disappeared into the barn. “Richard name her,” Damian sighed, “on account of the bat shaped spot on her face.” Jon could see it now, nodding he was about to ask why he had a cow when a white horse left the barn and galloped towards them. It stopped, neighing at Damian who petted it and took out a sugar cube from his pocket to feed it. It watched Jon wearily from the corner of its eye. “This is-“ “Let me guess Bat-Horse.” “No,” Damian responded, unamused, “her name is Lady. Jason named her.” “Why exactly am I here?” Jon asked after a pause. “It is time to bring them in.” Damian opened the gate the path had led them to, indicating Jon to follow. “You’ll be helping me muck out the stalls every morning.” “What! You’re rich, don’t you have someone else that can do that?”

Jon’s yell startled the horse causing it to buck and run into the barn. Damian glared at him and ran into the barn. Jon stood there for a second feeling bad for scaring the horse and cautiously approached the barn doors to look in. Damian was rubbing Lady’s neck, murmuring something to her. Light from the open windows shone in, casting golden rays on both Lady and Damian. It felt other worldly like an elf taming a unicorn. Damian’s ministrations seemed to soothe her and she calmed pretty quickly. Jon wasn’t sure what came over him but he took a picture of the intimate moment. He nearly dropped his phone when Bat-Cow mooed right behind him. “Oh, sorry!” Jon stepped out of the cow’s way as she plodded into her stall and laid down on a bed of clean hay. “These two are rescues.” Damian walked Lady to her stall and closed it. “Father’s condition for me to keep them was that I would be responsible for their well being.” Damian looked at Jon seriously, “I gave him my word.” There it was again, Damian’s intense stare and combined with his low voice it made something flutter in Jon’s stomach. He didn’t like the sensation, not one bit. Jon looked away gripping the hem of his shirt. His eyes wandered around the barn, trying to avoid staring at Damian and he yelped from seeing a pair of blue eyes staring down at him from the loft. Damian’s attention snapped towards him and followed Jon’s gaze. “Richard?” Damian called, looking up. The top of a black head vanished with a giggle and Jon heard soft padding from above. With a spray of hay and a yelled “catch me” a small body vaulted from the edge of the loft, flipping mid air, arms extended, a small stuffed elephant clutched in one hand. Jon felt his stomach drop, unsure if he should rush to catch the boy, but Damian took a couple steps back and expertly caught him. “Tt, I’ve asked you not to do that!” Damian admonished. “You can get seriously hurt.” “But, I didn’t get hurt!” Dick laughed hugging Damian around the neck, his hair was covered in hay and his clothes were rumpled and dusty. “Does Alfred know you were out here?” Damian glared at the boy. “What were you even doing up there?” “He knows I’ve been outside,” Dick hugged the stuffed elephant close and mumbled, “the hay reminds me of Zitka…” “Make sure to let someone know when you come out here.” Damian sighed, putting Dick down so he could stand on his own. Dick nodded and then abruptly turned to Jon smiling. He grabbed Jon’s hand pulling him out of the barn. Damian followed double checking the stalls, Titus close behind them. The sun had started to set causing shadows to elongate. Dick didn’t stop pulling until they were close to the gate, he then turned back to Jon with a mischievous grin. “I saw you.” He sang. “Saw what?” Jon stared at him puzzled. “You took a picture.” Dick continued to sing song. “He’s not gonna like that.” “Wait-“ Jon started. “I’m gonna go wash up!” Dick yelled towards Damian who was locking up the barn.

Damian waved back in affirmation. Jon stood there like an idiot watching Dick run away, Titus barking and chasing him. Damian walked up to him and gave him a strange look. Shrugging, he then poked Jon’s shoulder indicating for him to follow. “You will also be helping me collect eggs and feed the chickens.” He followed Damian to the side of the barn where a large chicken coop stood. The chickens were roosting in their enclosure. Damian walked up to a shed that was built against the coop and took out a baseball glove, a mitt and a baseball. He threw the baseball glove to Jon, who caught it. “Let’s see if you’re any good.” Damian smirked. “Isn’t it almost time for dinner?” Jon just wanted to go back to his designated room, maybe delete the pic he took before it could be used against him. “Tt, too afraid to play? I bet you aren’t any good” Damian challenged. “I’ll wipe that smirk off your face.” Jon gritted through his teeth. Jon took his place at the pitcher’s mound on the makeshift baseball diamond behind the barn. Damian stood in the catcher’s box waiting for him to throw. Jon narrowed his eyes at Damian’s casual stance, did a quick stretch to warm up his shoulders, wound his arm back and threw. The ball slammed into Damian’s mitt, his eyes widening slightly. “You’re passable,” Damian cocked his to the side to stare at Jon in thought, “but your technique could be improved.” Jon watched him wearily as he walked up behind him. “May I?” Jon nodded in response. Damian proceeded to explain a better throwing technique while also moving Jon’s body into step by step positions. His hands were warm through the jeans he was wearing, surprisingly calloused but gentle on his arms and his breath tickled the back of his neck. It was the first time that Jon was aware of Damian being a couple inches shorter than him. He took his instruction as seriously as he had that time in art class and Jon felt the strange fluttering in his stomach return. He tried to stamp it down by focusing on pitching. They continued playing even after the sun had gone down and Damian turned the outside barn lights on. A few minutes afterward Bruce came by to fetch them for dinner. The day had been busy and Jon fell asleep that night fairly quickly despite being in a foreign room. He dreamt of the color green and fast pitches.

Writing is hard guys.

I'm trying to improve, but not sure if I'm succeeding.

Still having fun though and I hope you are enjoying reading this as much as I am enjoying writing it! :D

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more-cardigan-than-woman · 10 months

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Ok, so I was damaged by Keith urban. But your girl can stick the landing even on 2 Hp. Soz for the dnd references, I'm writing for a campaign at the moment and im very sick.

Everyone say thank you to @harleycao

Tarmac

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, SMUT, in a car, spanks, swearing, running from authority figures, fluff, Pet name (baby girl). No Capes!Au 2.4k Words

"Hurry up, baby girl." Jason calls as you turn to shut the door behind you, his old beat up chevy roaring underneath him as waits for you on the darkened street.

"I'm coming!" You yell back, catching the glare he throws at you as you descend the stairs towards him.

"Your chariot awaits," he says, slipping the door open for you and buckling you into the car, "here take this." He holds out his hand for you.

"Thanks," you give him a little squeeze, "not gunna let you go."

"Never." He whispers, the words drowned out by the rev of the engine as he takes off down the street and towards the lookout

"Dance with me." You shout over the roar of the planes soaring over you. The airport was your idea, the idea of seeing all the stars as the blinking lights from above shine down on you. The quiet of the tarmac while the light hum of Taylor Swift ringing from the tiny speaker in the car, "please Jay," you pout holding your hand out to him.

"Someone will see us."

"So?" You make grabby hands at him, "plleeaase."

"How can I say no to that face?" He stands up from where he was seated on the hood of his car, taking your hand in his and spinning you around.

"You can't." You smile, resting your hands around his big shoulders as you start to sway together. Slowly moving into the open area of the tarmac as planes zoom above your head.

"God you're beautiful," Jason says, watching as you dance with him. His heart so full as he holds you closer. This, this is all he needs in the world. Just you, dragging him out in the middle of the night to dance in a restricted area so that he can have you all to himself. No need to share you with the other people in your life. Like it's just the two of you in the world, what a perfect world that would be.

"I always liked this song," he smiles so brightly down at you, his hands holding you close at the waist, as he whispers, "can you sing it for me?"

"No, that would be-" you shy away from him. Only for his hands to slip up your back before stopping at the base of your neck, tilting your eyes up to him. There's nothing he adores more than hearing you sing to him, whether it's drunk in a bar or quietly in the middle of the night. He just loves to hear you and know you're near.

"Don't hide, it's just me babygirl. There's no need to be embarrassed. Just give me one bar."

He stares at you with those eyes, his curls falling into his face and just like him you can't seem to say no. So you start to sing, a small whisper of a note as the chorus continues " Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And ah, take me out and take me home

You're my, my, my, my-" He stops you, his lips sealing over yours as he picks you up by the waist, bringing you even closer.

His hands palm at your ass, his lips taste like soda and mint as his tongue delves into you. Your fingers wind through his hair, needing him closer, somehow inside your skin, in your blood, wrapped into your soul with you. "Babygirl, we should go."

"No, not yet." You break between kisses, "I need more."

"I can give you all you want at my place."

"No, now Jay. Please."

Jason starts to grind into you, gliding your body with ease over his cock that's growing harder by the second, "you need me now?"

"I do."

"Always so desperate for me, aren't you?"

"Always. Please Jason."

"Ok baby, let me just- fuck. Fuck. Fuck." He puts you down, "we gotta go."

"What? Why'd you stop?" You complain, blinking your eyes open to see blue lights flashing in the distance and you register just how far away from the car you've wondered.

"Hurry up!" He picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder, "I do not want to get arrested again."

"Why not? Didn't you enjoy having me bail you out?" You joke, slapping his but as he runs.

"It was your fault I got arrested."

"Was not." You lie, it totally was.

You make it to the car just as the security car stops besides you and two men dressed in white uniforms glare at you. Fuck.

"This is a secure area, you two cannot be here."

"They're not even real cops," you whisper to Jason and the airport security seemed to have heard you.

"Right." The taller one says, "cuff em Jones."

"No need for that officer." You smile in a way that is meant to look sweet, but Jason knows it is condescending, "we'll leave. You can even escort us if you like."

"Be quiet ma am." The shorter one directs you as the tall one slips the cuffs over your wrists.

"Not something she can do." Jason jokes as they cuff him as well, throwing you into the back of the hatchback, "don't leave my car out here."

"Jones will bring it to the gate." The man slams the door squishing Jason in the back of the car with you.

"Your head," you laugh, as Jason hunches over in back of their tiny car, glaring at you for getting him into this shit again.

"You're so dead, babygirl."

"Pshh, you love me." He smiles at that, quickly hiding it behind his pretend glare. Fuck, he loves how absolutely ready for anything you are. And you know, like really know, that he's going to be there, right next to you, getting stuck in the shit with you. How the fuck did he get so lucky?

"This is the second time you've gotten me arrested." He growls, trying not to laugh, "you fucking maniac."

"You love it. You'd be bored without me."

"True, but I'd also be in my car or in my house. Instead of in the back of the airport security car at the fucking airport."

"At least you didn't get a black eye this time." You smile, your hands fiddling with the cuffs behind your back. Managing to get your bracelet undone and use the clasp to pick at the handcuffs, only to find that these are not even real handcuffs. You press your lips together holding in the laugh as you push down on the release button.

"You know what, you're right." He rolls his eyes, knowing that he'd take another one anytime you asked him, "I'm grateful that you didn't start any fights with big biker dude's today. Thank you," the sarcasm bleeding through his teeth.

"I did not start that fight," you huff, wiggling your but to free your hands before shuffling close to Jason so you can free his hands without the man in the front noticing. Only to find that he has already got them off and is just sitting with his hand behind his back, "he was being a creep, that girl, you remem-"

"What are you doing?" He whispers, staring down at you. You smile at him, not stopping your ramble as you light a fire inside his chest.

"-ember the girl. She was so innocent. Looked barely legal. She had no idea what she was getting into." Jason keeps his eyes on the guard while you ramble and he seems bored with your conversation, "her body language was sending all kinds of red flags. Someone had to do something."

"Did it have to be you?"

"If not me, who else?"

"I would've helped."

"You did help."

"Yeah, but not until he had his hands on you."

"So what? I was fine."

"You were not."

You lower your voice, "are you ready to run?" You raise your voice again, "you have no faith in me, I can't believe this," you pretend to sound angry and Jason, bless him, catches on quick.

"Really?" He shouts, "I'm the bad guy? Me? Who got arrested? God you're unbelievable. It was your idea to come out here!"

"Well, excuse me for wanting some romance with my boyfriend!" The car comes to a stop and you ramp up the fight. "I can't believe you're blaming me, fuck you. You're unbelievable."

"Here he comes," Jason whispers, eyeing the car a meter away, "big finish baby girl."

"I ruined your life!?" You shout, "thank God," you turn to face the guard as he opens the door, "I need to get away from HIM." Pushing past the guard, you jump out of the car and both you and Jason bolt towards the car, hopping in and taking off into the night.

"Sorry for getting you pseudo arrested again," you whisper into his ear as your hand slips onto his thigh, "I'll make it up to you."

"Oh yeah?" His hands grip the steering wheel as your hands grow closer to the zip on his jeans.

"I can make you feel so good, Jay."

"All that action get you excited?"

"Maybe." Your lips brush over his neck, your tongue darting out to taste his pretty skin.

"You've got a good start there, babygirl," He smiles slyly, pulling over to the side of the road, "get in the back."

"But-"

"Baby, get. In the back. Of. The. Car." He stares onto your eyes as he unbuckled his seatbelt and climbs his huge body between the seats.

"Such a little bitch," Jason slaps your ass as you slip onto the back seat, "got me arrested again." He grabs your hands, slipping them around his neck before he hoists you up by your thighs as your legs fan out over his.

"Your bitch." You wink, tugging on his hair and bringing his lips to yours.

"All mine." He pushes you down into the worn leather of the back-seat, "How should I punish you, babygirl?"

"I get to pick?"

"I was just wondering aloud, I already know how I want to punish you. Take your clothes off." He commands you as he starts to undress himself, the roof a worthy opponent for his broad shoulders and thick arms.

You throw your dress over your head, leaving it on the front seat. While Jason's jeans and shirt litter the back-seat. "open that pretty mouth for me" he stares at you so hungrily and you want to eat him right back. His fingers glide up your legs, stopping at your pussy as his thumb presses into your clit and pressing your ass down onto his cock, "I know exactly what I want from you."

"What's that?"

"I want," his fingers press into you and he smirks at how wet you are, "I want you right now." He grabs your hips, pushing you up onto his cock and pressing his chest into yours. "I wanna see your pretty face when I fill you up, babygirl."

"Jason," you claw at his back, your legs wrapping over his thick thighs, your hips mindlessly grinding into him, "fuck me please."

"Yes, that's what I want." He nuzzles into your neck, pressing your whole body into him, "say it again".

"Jason fuck me."

"It's so fucking hot when you say it like that."

"Please, I need you."

"Shit, babygirl you got me melting." He slowly fucks up into you, his hands gripping at your hops to hold you steady, "I can't, with this fucking angle. Open the door baby."

"What?"

"You heard me, open the fucking door."

You lean from him, finding the handle as you fling the door on the curbside open. Jason holds you close as he shuffles the both of you off the back-seat before standing. His hands holding you securely against him, "I'm gunna spin you around, you ready?"

"What if someone sees?"

"Noone will see you."

"You promise?"

"Have I ever led you astray?"

'No, I trust you."

"Take that as a yes." He spins you, dropping your knees onto the back seat before plunging his cock back into you, "make it up to me," he holds his cock inside of you, "grind back into me, babygirl."

"Like this?"

"Yeah, just like that." He slaps at your ass, making you moan his name, "Now look back at me with those pretty eyes." He moves faster, his fingers brushing against your clit, "those eyes, that's what I wanna see. You're so fucking beautiful."

"Deeper Jay, I want you all the way in."

"Fuck, not from here. Hold on a sec." Jason scans the road and sees it dead both ways. "Yeah," he eyes the dark and dusty hood of his car, "that'll work." He scoops you up, still panting as he sits your ass on the cold steel of his hood. "How's that baby?"

"Someone is definitely going to see us now."

"Promise they won't, we're the only ones out here. Now, give me those pretty legs." He shuffles you back, lifting your ass off the hood and pulling your legs over his shoulders as he presses them back into your chest, "that deep enough for you?"

"Like that, lips please." You try to move to reach him but you are trapped by your legs. Jason reaches down kissing you as you move together. Your moans of pleasure fill the night air until they grow heavier and heavier. The pace of Jason's fucking quickening. Your climax building with every push in, every breath on your neck and every whispered prayer in your ear.

You both rush towards the end as you shake and shiver in each other's embrace, your breath getting foggier before ever so slowly lightening up. And you lay crushed under the loving weight that is Jason Todd.

"Shit," he mutters, scooping you up and throwing you in the back as two large beams of light rush towards you.

"That was so fucking close! Let's do it again!"

"You're being very dangerous tonight, babygirl."

"Only with you. I know you'll keep me safe."

"Damn right I will."

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