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igotanidea · 9 months

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Taken: Dick Grayson x f!reader x Jason Todd

Summary: he was in love with his brother's girlfriend.

Warning: bit of action,but nothing explicit, somewhat morally grey, angst, pain, hurt no comfort, no happy ending (sorry.....)

A/N: please, don't ask me for part 2, cause I don't think i could take it

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Being around Dick Grayson was a threat to human life and Y/n Y/l/n was the perfect example of this. She was the youngest one ever to become a cop and as her first post assigned to nowhere else, but the shithole Gotham. The place where most of the officials were bought and on the call of different villains. Luckily, she was one of commissioner Gordon subordinate and that let her keep her objective side and not get bribed.

But that was also how she met Barbara. And once that happened, she was quickly acknowledged to Dick, who seemed to like her after the first glance. Y/n was fierce, never took anyone’s bullshit and knew how to take care of herself. With her quiet confidence, ability to listen, deep caring about people and sense of morality, especially when it came to the abused, Grayson soon found himself falling for her.

Not like he was going to tell her, at least not straight away.

Instead, he started hanging out with her more often and made her met the entire Wayne family causing a little teasing from his siblings and one serious conversation with Bruce who specifically warned him in how much danger he was putting the girl by getting close to the civilian. Dick only retorted something about Batman doing the same to Jim Gordon before rushing out of Bruce’s office. Yet, he was still convincing everyone that he and Y/N were just friends.

And even his vigilante instincts and observation skills didn’t make him see the slight relief on his younger brother’s face every time Dick denied allegations of the situation being otherwise.

But since the first day she got into Manor it was pretty obvious that she would become family friend, regardless of what Bruce may think about it.

Even if she only knew half of the story about Waynes.

***

What finally shifted the dynamics between those two was the moment when Y/n got into some serious trouble while working a work case and stupidly not waiting for her partner to assist her on the field. Her sense of justice and morality simply got the best of her and the girl found herself in the middle of the trap in a heavy crossfire. Who knew how this would turn if Nightwing didn’t come out of nowhere and, to put it simply, saved her ass.

“Hey!” she yelled slightly agitated, cleaning her cheek from the blood “I was handling it and …..!” she froze the second Nightwing turned towards her and eyed her carefully with the blue orbs…. “No….” The sudden realisation and recognition hit her like a truck.

“Are you all right, sunshine?” he asked taking a few steps towards her, taking her hand in his ”Please tell me you’re not hurt….”

“I…..I….. I’m not.” She stuttered “I think so, at least, but how….why.... what….?”

“Sh.” He silenced her “not here, not now. Meet me at our place in an hour and I’ll explain it all to you, all right? I promise.”

***

And so he did. Explaining everything. Leaving her in absolute shock, but also making her ask whether she could somehow join the team an help them as one of the very few “clean” officers in town. It made Dick wonder but her wide open pleading eyes and pretty face made him relent. And that may have also been what finally pushed him to kiss her. He just couldn’t hold himself anymore, all those emotions held at bay for almost a year finally finding way out. And it just felt so good to not keep it hidden anymore. But it was also terrifying when he pulled out, not sure of her uptake on the situation, ready to apologise and ask for forgiveness. But before he could say anything, she grabbed his neck and pulled him back wanting more and kissing him like there was no tomorrow. And he knew.

She loved him too.

***

For three months they somehow managed to keep their relationship at secret. Even despite her now working with bat and spending even more time at the Manor. But it just couldn’t last forever. Not with all those people around.

"Y/N, can I talk to you for....." Jason started walking into her room without knocking, but the view in front of his eyes made him freeze.

She wasn't alone. She was with Grayson. In a very unambiguous situation. To put it simple - they were kissing and sure as hell wouldn't stop at that if Jason hadn't interrupted them. Dick was already shirtless, hovering over Y/N, his hands on her waist, lips moving over her skin causing little moan to fall from her mouth.

And she fucking enjoyed it.

She enjoyed him.

There was zero room for interpretation, arching back and nails digging into Grayson's back pulling him closer being enough to break Jason's heart.

"Jason!" she hissed pushing Dick away, the cutest blush creeping onto her face as she quickly tried to fix her top "how many times do I have to tell you to knock!"

"Sorry....." he mumbled, not really sure what else to say "Just wanted to......" his gaze landed on the floor, since all of a sudden he became unable to face her.

"Is everything all right, Jace?" her tone became a bit more concerned and he just couldn't take it anymore. But neither she nor Grayson could know that.

"You two are a thing now?" he smirked back to his usual attitude

"We are." Dick nodded, his love sick puppy gaze landing on her face and she reciprocated with the same expression.

"Make sure to keep it quiet then, will you? I really cannot blast the music on full volume to drown you out or I'll go deaf" Jace rolled his eyes and as fast as he could rushed out of her room.

His cheeks were burning, his hands and legs were shaking and there was only one thing on his mind.

He was in love with his brother's girlfriend.

***

Since there was nothing he could do about that feeling he just started to ignore her. Every time he saw her walking towards him, he remembered something important that caused him to escape the room, leaving the girl confused and a bit down. She had no idea what happened to the boy she knew and who was one of her best friends. After all, he was the one closest in age to her and since they shared the love for literature, they used to talk for hours. So she didn’t understand what changed. But when he kept on acting like that for a week she decided it would be best to just leave him alone for the time being. It was Jason after all, he had his moods and phases that came and went. Y/n was pretty sure he would reach to her if he wanted. After all, Jason used to say that she was the only one to really care about him and always support him.

If only the girl knew what was going on inside Jason’s head. That every time he saw her with Dick he was burning inside. Why was she with Grayson? The one who were always there for everyone, helping other people, taking care, making sure everyone was all right and barely having time for his own girl, neglecting her? Jason would never do such thing, he would spend every minute with her, cherishing her, loving her, keeping her close.

If only she was his…..

But she was taken, just because Grayson was the first to act on his feelings while Jason chickened out, hoping, like a silly schoolboy, that she would notice his longing, loving stares from the other side of the room.

***

A few days later, he unwillingly became the witness to one of their conversations. It was the middle of the Saturday and Grayson was duty-free, but apparently he got some serious call from someone in Bludhaven, an old friend (Kory?) and without much thinking, packed his bags and got ready to came for an aid. Once Jason heard what happened, he stopped by the door and peeking through like a maniac, carefully observed the situation unravel.

“I hate leaving you like that….” Dick whispered, wrapping arms around his girl, holding her close on full display for Jason, whose heart was breaking even more, if that was even possible. Todd could swear his heart was beating so rapidly, just because of the thought that she could be touching him, instead of his brother. His fist clenched involuntarily and he barely held himself from rushing inside and breaking that little scene.

“I know, Dickie.” she hid face in the crook of his neck, pressing herself closer, not wanting to let him go “but you are a hero and people need you, I get that.”

“Say a word I’ll stay with you.’ He kissed the top of her head, caressing her back.

“I couldn’t ask that of you, Richard.” She smiled and looked into his eyes “that would be selfish of me.”

“You deserve to be selfish” Jason though biting on his lower lip hard enough to draw blood .”You deserve love and attention and not a boy who has time for everyone but you…..”

“I love you.’ Dick whispered, pressing his mouth to hers in the gentle kiss, tangling hand in her hair “I’ll be back as soon as I can, I promise, all right? And then we’ll do all those things on our list.”

“Love you more. And I hold you to your words, boy wonder.” She unwillingly let him go with a grin, but once he stepped out the door and was out of sight, her shoulders fell and she let out a heavy sigh. She did love him, truly, but sometimes it was tough and exhausting to act strong and not force him to stay with her.

Two hours later Jason found her asleep on the couch with an open book laying nearby. Judging by the force with which she was holding onto her body pillow she was imagining someone else in her embrace. She was imagining Grayson and it made Jason angry.

Grayson fucking left her.

He left that angel. That kind, gentle, compassionate and caring soul. The one who loved him with the love Grayson never deserved. He didn’t deserve her. That idiotic fucker.

If it was Jason to be with her, he would worship the ground she was walking on. She would never have to worry about a single thing. He would never cause her any pain, nor let a single tear fell from her eyes.

But she was not his to love and protect. All he could do at the moment was step forward and put a blanket over her so she wouldn’t get cold. Poor boy. And once the warm, soft material landed on her body she stirred in her sleep and smiled softly, causing Jason’s heart to drop even more.

“I love you.....” he whispered brushing a strand of hair out her face and caressing her cheek, making her lean into the touch. She probably thought it was just a dream, not a reality.

***

Dick might have been in Bludhaven for a few days, but it didn’t mean that his family wasn’t still patrolling, dealing with villains and getting hurt in the process. And since Y/N was staying at the manor, for safety reasons, of course, she quickly took it upon herself to patch all the wounds that any of the Waynes could endure.

Surprisingly, more often than not, it was Jason who got himself injured (blame the distraction), but her attempts to help him were dismissed in harsh words and by pushing her away. Just to protect himself from doing or saying something stupid he might regret.

“I don’t fucking need your help!’ he hissed, watching her gaze sadden and her whole body to cringe. “I can handle my own shit! Just... get the hell away from me!”

Without a second of hesitation he rushed out the batcave, followed with his family’s eyes.

“What is wrong with him?” Damian scoffed

“I might have an idea....” Tim muttered

“Tell me.” Y/N cut Drake off. “Tell me what this is about Tim. I can’t handle him being so .... hurt. I don’t want him to feel like he’s alone and no one understand him....”

“It’s really not my place...”

“TIMOTHY DRAKE!”

“Stop attacking me! God! How can you look so innocent and act so scary at the same time? “

“I swear if you don’t start talking....” she warned with the most stern voice she could produce

“Just..... I think you should talk to Todd yourself, Y/N.”

“Fine.” The girl shook her head. She was going to clear this shit out.

***

“Jace? May i come in?” the gentle knock on his bedroom door got him by surprise and when she entered, without waiting for the invitation he was sitting shirtless on his bed, trying to stitch the wound and holding an ice pack to his bruised ribs. Once her gaze landed on all of the injuries, he flinched, almost trying to hide himself.

“Go away....” his voice was far more begging and pleading than commanding and strong. He didn’t want her to see him like this. All of a sudden he realised that she would never feel for him the same way she felt for Dick. That with his scarred body and anger issues he never stood a chance.

“Jason.” She never listened and this time was no exception “Come on, stop it. It’s not the first time I will help you get yourself together. I’ve seen all those scars before. It’s all right. Safe place, no judgement. Let me.” Her soft hand reached for the needle and surgical thread and slowly, methodically, trying to cause him as little pain as possible started to stich his wounds. “You’ve been acting strange lately.....” the girl pointed out.

“not much more than usually.” He muttered “I am one hell of a strange person. Dead yet alive.”

“Stop it.” She cut him off, finishing the stitching and putting hand on his arm making him flinch again. “Sorry....” his action stung her. “Sorry, I am out of line, I won’t force you to speak to me if you don’t want. I never should have.....” she moved away, but never managed to get far as his arms wrapped around her pulling her close and his lips met hers. He just couldn’t hold himself anymore. Not once he felt her touch and care. It was just impossible. She started the fire that no one could contain.

At first he was afraid she would push him away, ready for it even, since after all she had a boyfriend. But much to his surprise and joy, she did no such thing. If anything she kissed him back.

She kissed him back.

Could she.... could she possibly want him?

Jason was not going to wonder about it, instead focusing on satiating his hunger of her. He was starved of her, his mouth brushing over hers with desire, passion, wanting more and more and more. He was completely lost in the moment as he lifted her up, bringing her to his lap, hands sneaking under her shirt, travelling up, up to her shoulder blades, brushing over the clasp of her bra, palms pressing into her back, pulling her closer, closer.

It was so good, so perfect, having her like this, not fighting, not pushing away, but making her melt into him, feeling her body flex, touch him back, mirroring all his actions.

She was the only one for him. The only one he could ever trust, love, care about. He would burn the whole world for her if she ever got hurt. He completely lost his mind for her.

Her,

Her.

The things were getting so heated so fast, when he switched positions gently lowering her down onto the mattress. Shit. She was so beautiful and touch starved and abandoned by Grayson. And Jason was going to show her what it really meant to love a woman.

“Y/N....” he muttered hovering over her, completely blinded by desire, grabbing her wrist gently and pinning them above her head, kissing her jaw, neck, everywhere he could reach. “Y/N.” he nibbled on her collarbone getting a single, breathy moan, getting so hard for her. To tell the whole truth, he almost felt like crying when her hand tangled in his mop of hair, pressing him closer to her body. He never felt so wanted and needed in his whole life and her action got him completely lost. She accepted him. She agreed to everything he was doing to her, simply following his lead and he just wanted to make her feel so good. He whimpered once the warmth of her affection spread inside his chest and belly, right hand slowly peeling her shirt off, exposing her soft skin to him.

God! He had her. He finally had her.

He was lovesick, his own body acting without any control. He just wanted her to want him, need him, touch him and hold him. But it also made him bold. And reckless.

“You’re so beautiful…..”he whispered, trailing kissed up her stomach and between her breast, making her arch her back and squirm in pleasure. “I love you…..”

“You what?” those words were like a bucket of cold water for her, eyes opening wide as she became aware in a second. “Oh, shit, no, shit, fuck!” the girl hissed, taking him by surprise and breaking free from his grip pushing him away and adjusting her messy look.

“Baby?” he whimpered, confused and hurt

“You cannot love me, we… we can’t do this Jason.”

“But…..”

“I’m in love with your brother!”

“He doesn’t deserve you! He does not take care of you!”

“And what do you know about it? He loves me, Jason. And despite of what you say, he does care. Every fucking day. Even when he’s busy! You’re judging my relationship with him of silly little piece of information, but you don’t know shit about it!”

“So why did you let me kiss you?” he stuttered looking straight into her eyes.

“It was a mistake.” She said coldly, hating herself. She despised herself for those words, but what else was there to do. She couldn’t do this to Dick. She couldn’t do it to Jace. And most importantly, she couldn’t do it to herself. She might as well put a gun to their heads and pull the trigger. No matter what she would do, someone would end up getting hurt. Badly. And she would end up being the unfaithful one. Not fair. She had to cut it right now, even if her body kept screaming at her to let go and let Jason love her. He was so gentle and loving and slow and sensual. Showing that part of him she never knew. So different than his brother when it came to intimacy….. Fuck!

“How…. How was it a mistake?” he was practically shaking at the moment. He bared his soul to her, hoping she was the one to trust, to take care of his poor, shattered heart. And the look in his eyes almost made her cry as well. But she had to be strong.

“We’re just friends, Jason.” She sighed, barely holding herself “nothing more. There won’t ever be anything more between us” she stood up from the bed.

“Please…..” he begged, grabbing her hand “please, don’t go. Stay with me. Let me…..”

“I’m sorry, Jace. I think we should just forget about what happened.” She yanked herself free and rushed out the door not looking back at him.

“I could never forget. And I won’t stop fighting for you.”

***

She was very well aware that his words were true. That Jason wouldn’t stop. But Y/N also knew that Dick wouldn’t ever relent. It seemed like she got herself in some serious trouble by loving two brothers, each one with different kind of love.

Dick and Jason.

Jason and Dick.

Fuck. Someone was going to end up broken hearted and she just couldn’t choose.

Therefore, she did the only thing that came to her mind.

***

“Hey, do you have Y/N somewhere around? I can’t reach her phone and she’s not responding my texts…..” very disturbed Dick showed up on the other side of the computer screen, reaching Tim.

“Dick…..”

“Is she all right? What happened Tim?”

“She left.”

“What?! What do you mean left?! How could she leave the house full of batman crew?! How could no one notice?!”

“She left you a letter.”

“A letter!? Shit, I deserve better. I’m going to find her! I’m getting back to Gotham right the second and I won’t stop until I search every inch of this city, country or planet!”

“Dick!” Tim yelled interrupting his brother’s monologue

“Why did she leave….?” Grayson’s voice broke. “I thought she loved me…..”

“She did, Dick. She wrote it on the envelope…..”

“I will hear it from her. Come on, Timmy, help me here.”

“Dick….”

“Yes?” Dick looked straight into Tim;s eyes in the camera and he froze. Something was wrong, terribly wrong and his younger brother’s face was screaming bad news “what are you not telling me, Tim?”

“There’s been a car accident and …..”

“NO!!” sudden scream came from behind and both Dick and Tim saw Jason falling to his knees onto the floor, clutching his head desperately, acting completely out of his mind “No,no,no,no,no.” he sobbed. “no….. this is all my fault, this is all because of me…..”

“No.” Dick became pale, sudden realisation of what Tim meant finding a way to his brain.

***

She wanted to be fair to both of them. That was why she left not one, but two letters, explaining why she couldn’t stay and destroy whatever frail relationship Dick and Jace managed to build. She also asked them not to look for her and in a haze, unnoticed, left the manor, planning to stay with her friends in Central City.

What she didn’t expect was that truck, speeding and running into the crossroad on the red light…..

And then,

breaks sqealing

glass breaking

darkness.

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froggibus · 10 months

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Jason Todd (any version) x reader (preferably female) where Jason helps reader through an anxiety attack? Or a panic attack, if that's easier for you. And with as much fluff as possible, please?

Chilling Out - Jason Todd

Pairing: Jason Todd x reader

Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: during a party at Wayne manor, you have a panic attack, but Jason knows just how to help you

CW: panic/anxiety attacks, tight spaces (but no claustrophobia), crying, general anxiety (O7), hurt/comfort, mentions of past trauma & triggers, soft!Jason, they get ice cream, i promise it ends very wholesome. lmk if i missed anything

i haven't wrote DC in a hot minute but this request was too cute not to write. im so soft for soft Jason!! also shoutout to my trog for helping me come up w a title bcs i am dumb today. anyways hope you enjoy <3

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Jason knows very little about your past. Or at least, the bad parts of your past. You were always hesitant to share that part of your life with anyone, and Jason was never one to pry.

Even if he didn’t recognize the trigger, he recognizes what comes next.

That vacant, scared look on your face. The rapid, shallow rise and fall of your chest. He notices the way you’re almost shaking, the way your eyes dart around the room looking for an escape.

You lose more and more air with every breath. The manor is absolutely packed with guests for Bruce’s most recent gala, and having so many people in so little space is overwhelming. You dig your nails into your palms. I have to get out.

Jason is frozen across the room from you. He’s torn—stuck between running to you and wrapping you in his arms and never letting go, or letting you be and giving you the space you need to calm down. He knows if the roles were reversed, he’d want to be left alone. He’d go and hide in a comforting space and try to regain control of his thoughts. But you’re not him.

He blinks and you’re gone, tearing away from the main foyer and escaping into the safety of the house.

You collapse in the closet of a random room. The darkness accepts you into his arms, surrounding you like a blanket. You squeeze your eyes shut and contract all of your muscles, trying to force air back into your system.

Jason doesn’t realize he’s following you until the cold air of the grand entrance hits him. You’re completely out of his sight now, having disappeared into one of the many rooms of Wayne manor. He pinches the bridge of his nose—where could you possibly be?

He starts searching the rooms on the ground floor, careful not to be too loud and accidentally startle you. After none of the rooms on the ground floor turn up anything, he starts to climb the stairs. He only makes it two steps before he hears a sob that sounds a little too familiar.

He backs up, eyes locked on the closet that Bruce keeps winter coats in. It’s tucked just out of the way of any prying eyes, at the end of a hallway near Bruce’s study. It’s quiet, enclosed and of course, dark. The perfect spot to hide in.

“Y/n?” He keeps his voice soft and even, kneeling just outside of the closet.

You sniffle in response, strained gasps echoing off the walls of the closet. How did he find you? How did he know?

He slowly pulls open the door, giving you enough time to hide your face or protest if you need to. A sliver of light from the hallway breaks through the darkness of the closet and illuminates your face. Jason’s heart breaks at the sight.

Poor thing. All teary eyed and wet cheeked, shaking like a leaf at the bottom of an old closet. He shakes his head. This won’t do.

“Hey, hey,” he says, “it’s safe here. It’s just us. Just you and I.”

You hear his words but it’s hard to register anything in your panicked state. Your breathing stays erratic, your heart beats so hard you’re scared it will burst. You can see Jason through the black spots and tears, but just barely. He looks more like a broken mirror than a person right now, but it’s Jason.

“Are you okay if I touch you?”

As soon as you nod, Jason is pulling you into his lap and shutting the closet door to return you to darkness. Strong arms hold you close to his chest and his scent surrounds you.

“Close your eyes, okay? Focus on your breathing, focus on what you feel, not what you think.”

You try to follow his instructions, managing to relax enough to shut your eyes. You can feel the warmth radiating off of him, the steady bump of his heartbeat, his hands resting above your belly button. You can smell his cologne, the familiar scent filling your nostrils and reminding you that he’s really there.

Jason keeps himself sturdy. He keeps his breathing steady and his hands still. You need stability right now, and Jason is going to be the one to give it to you. He doesn’t care if he has to hold you for an hour, or even the entire night. All he cares about is you.

Your breathing starts to steady and the burning in your chest fades. You try not to push yourself—taking slow, gentle breaths.

“Feeling better?” He asks, and suddenly you’re painfully aware that you’re sitting in his lap, in his arms, in a dark closet.

“Y-yeah,” you say, “I think so.”

He nods. “Great to hear.”

Jason awkwardly adjusts so that he can stand, opening the closet door. He reaches a hand out to you. “How about we ditch this thing? We get rid of these stuffy clothes, take a ride on my bike and get some ice cream?”

Jason almost bursts at the genuine smile that fills your face. It’s like clouds parting to let the sun rays through—a reward after seeing you break down in his arms.

“That sounds great,” you accept his hand and let him tug you to your feet. “I’ll go get changed.”

Ten minutes later and Jason is waiting at your door, having traded his suit for jeans and a t-shirt. “Ready to go?”

He takes your hand in his and leads you downstairs, out of the backdoor and to the garage where he parked his motorcycle. He helps you do up your chin strap, calloused hands gently rubbing the sensitive skin of your neck.

You mount the back of the bike, your feet barely scraping the ground. Jason puts on his own helmet and climbs in front of you. He revs the bike, “you should hold on.”

You lean forwards awkwardly and wrap your arms loosely around his waist. Jason seems satisfied with this and takes off. As soon as the bike lurches into motion, your grip tightens around him. You swear you hear him laugh.

The cool night air feels nice on your once clammy skin, the familiar smell of the city surrounding you. Jason drives carefully, or at least, more carefully than he usually does. You can tell he’s making a great effort to keep you comfortable.

You relax into him, feeling the curves of the bike as you make your way into the city. The streets of Gotham fly by, amber streetlights casting the whole street in a soft glow.

You feel almost disoriented when he brings the bike to a stop in a parking stall next to the ice cream parlor. The sudden cease of motion leaves you feeling like you’re still moving, and you have to wait a minute to get your bearings.

Jason puts down the kickstand and climbs off of the bike, hanging his shiny black helmet from the handlebars. “Here,” he offers you a hand and helps you down.

Your knees shake slightly but you find your balance. You take off the helmet and set it on the seat of the bike where you just were.

“So, what’s your go-to flavor?”

You smile. Jason has never been one for small talk, and he’s definitely never been as gentle as he’s being now. You melt at the idea of him being extra careful with you.

“It’s so hard to decide, honestly,” you admit. “I usually get the same thing every time, but sometimes I want to switch it up, you know?”

He nods, “I’m usually a mint chocolate chip or rocky road guy myself, but I like to mix it up sometimes.”

You spend almost five minutes discussing ice cream flavors with Jason. It doesn’t help that this particular place boasts over 100 flavors, and all of them sound equally delicious. Finally, you manage to decide and step up to the counter to order.

You order your ice cream, but before you can pay, Jason steps up behind you and places his order with yours. You go to protest, but the man is already tapping his card.

“Thank you,” you say sheepishly.

“Hey, if I invite you out for ice cream, don’t expect to pay.”

You get your ice cream and settle down at one of the picnic benches in the parking lot. It’s a nice, warm night, and there’s not very many people around. Usually you’d be afraid to be out this late in Gotham but having Jason around just settles your nerves.

“Thank you for tonight, Jay. It—it really means a lot to me that you helped me.”

You swear his cheeks tinge red. He looks at you seriously, “anytime. Seriously, if you ever need me, no matter what, just call me, okay? I’ll be there for you in a heartbeat.”

His words almost have you tearing up again. Seeing Jason so soft, so kind and caring—it just makes your heart flutter. He reaches across the table and squeezes your hand reassuringly.

A peaceful silence falls over the table as you finish your ice cream. Jason never takes his hand away from yours, and you’re not quite sure you want him to. If you could live like this, with him, in this moment forever, you’re sure you’d never have another panic attack again.

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h4rring1on · 2 years

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Hey! Can u write a oneshot where Eddie js had a fight and is all like bruised and cut up and stuff and the reader is cleaning his wounds in the bathroom and the reader is giving Eddie the silent treatment because she’s upset he got into a fight again. Eddie tries to assure her that he’s okay and they end up kissing. I love your writing so I really hope you write this and sorry it’s so chaotic lol.

𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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fight. it’s all eddie does. whether it’s at school, at a party, or even just in the middle of the street. he knows how you feel about it. and it’s that you completely dislike them. eddie always ends up getting hurt, and it’s just builds more onto his already bad reputation.

eddie’s tried to refrain, but it’s always the ones he hates the most that have to come mess with him. especially jason, eddie despises him with all his being. jason felt the same, which is why at least once a week you have to find the two of them fighting literally anywhere they see each other.

this fight was brutal today. you were always there to stop it in time before someone got seriously hurt. but you weren’t even in the building, you were outside talking to chrissy, (which is ironic considering both your boyfriends hate each other) until someone finally ran out and alerted the two of you about the situation.

you both ran to see everyone crowding around them, you finally stopped them, and now you were left with a bruised and bleeding eddie that was needed to be taken care of.

you were in the bathroom, sitting on the counter so you could reach his face, silently cleaning up his cuts as he stared into your eyes.

“what were you and chrissy talking about” he asked, trying to make conversation but you didn’t answer, “did you tell her you’re thinking about trying out for cheer?”

you paid absolutely no attention to what he was saying, stitching up his cut

“come on, baby” he said, his voice raspy, “need to hear your voice to feel better”

you stopped and glared at him for a moment before going back to whatever it is you were doing, he sighed

“i know what you’re thinking, alright? i messed up—“

“damn right you messed up” you snapped

“i know—i know, okay? i’m sorry, i know i said i’ll stop…i know it makes you upset i’m sorry—“ he said and you kept quiet, he gently grabbed your face, “i promise i’m okay. i promise you, sweetheart i’m okay, don’t worry.”

you sighed as you looked at him with sadness in your eyes, “i’m sorry, i’ll make it up to you, okay? i love you. i’m okay.” he said, “im okay” he whispered as you two leaned in and shared a kiss.

he hugged you, rubbing your back in comfort, you let go of him and looked into his eyes

“promise?” you said

“promise” he said, gently holding your hand, “how can i not be when i can finally hear your sweet voice again? i’m practically healed!”

you let out a giggle and hugged him again, eddie might not listen sometimes. and he might make you upset. but nothing in this world will ever make you stop loving him

#stranger things 4 #eddie munson #stranger things x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie my love <3 #eddie munson x reader angst #eddie munson x sinclair!reader #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x original character #eddie munson x henderson!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x fem!oc

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onmyyan · 4 months

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Hey-o!!! Mind racing anon here I just reread through your venomreader x yandere batfam AGAIN! And my mind started racing

What if while reader is captured in the timeout cube and they start getting sick. Like venom hasn’t eaten anyone in awhile and like in the movie starts to eat his host aka reader.

So reader starts becoming pale and weak and coughing and throwing up blood from having their organs literally being eaten to sustain the symbiote and the batfam sees this and it leads to absolute CHAOS!!!

I’m talking arguments and fights breaking out between them about what to do and how to help reader.

I think Bruce would try and figure out why reader is all of a sudden sick and want to do tests and scans to help find the reason. But he starts to get more and more worried as readers health declines and there is nothing coming up on any results. He tries everything he can think of but it doesn’t help his children are becoming manic and going crazy so he has to try to keep order all the time.

But then you have Jason going absolutely FERAL trying to get to reader and take them to a hospital and hold them and comfort them because he can’t believe he let it get this far when he swore to protect them. He stands outside of readers room and begs them to let him know what’s happening and how he can help. He brings them all kinds of medicine and food, he even brings reader some weed from their hidden stash to try and keep them calm or help in anyway. His eyes are red and puffy all the time from him crying every time he sees reader weakly throw up or cough up their blood.

Dick is freaking out and won’t let reader out of his sight but every time reader coughs or vomits or starts to collapse he’s crying and begging Bruce to do something or he will. He’s tried braking into the room to get you (they all have) but Bruce changed the code or something so nobody tries to run off with them.

Tim pours through all security footage trying to see if maybe you poisoned yourself with something in order to try and escape or at least trying to find what caused all of this but he’s coming up empty, he starts getting desperate and researches every disease known to man. He now goes through every checklist of symptoms he can to figure out what’s wrong. He also know knows way too much about diseases and if reader ever get a sniffle or a cough after this he immediately thinks their dying.

And Damien put on the face of not caring in front of his family. He looked as if he’s unbothered by everything but his room was destroyed the same day all of this started and he had barely slept or ate. None of them have. He’s started to stalk the outside of readers cell as if he was guarding them and he watches everything reader does. He claims it’s to make sure reader isn’t tricking them by doing this to themselves but it’s really because his mind has made him believe reader might die and because of that thought he can’t stand being farther than a couple steps away. He’s surprisingly the one who advocates the strongest to let reader out in order to help them and he becomes manic at the thought of returning the next day and reader being dead in the cell and he CANT handle it.

Meanwhile reader is just like well…fuck… and debates on telling them about venoms diet but knows they can’t because then reader is admitting to letting venom eat people and that is SURE to go over well with the vigilantes against killing and all that🙄🙄🙄

Anyway yeah I am feral for yandere batfam

Also I know this is long but I love it and I love you and merry late Christmas and happy new year and yeah❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Bonus:

Venom!Reader: yeah I’m a monster now and I don’t deserve love because of the horrible things I’ve done

Yandere Batfam: You have never done anything wrong in your life. We know this. And we love you.

Venom!Reader: *surprised pikachu face*

2nd Bonus:

Batfam member: I hate that alien that has attached itself to you. If I had it my way it would be kept in a jar for the rest of its days studies by scientists.

Reader: Venom said if he had to choose for me to marry someone he would pick you.

Batfam member: You know I’ve always thought aliens were cool. I think Venom is actually a really good influence on you and you should definitely listen to him more often. *pulls out a ring and gets on one knee*

This is absolutely amazing and genuinely lit a spark under me regarding that story, thank you so so much for sending in this wonderful piece it's delectable, I've been having serious writers block with that series and this single ask had me running to the editor cuz it's so good like?? Of course your body would break down without it's needs being met it's so perfect, again thank you for sending this in cuz it inspired me ❤️❤️❤️ you go glen coco

#yananswers #anon submission #straight venomous

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Dad Hood - part 6

‘Here?’

‘No! It needs to be a little higher! Right there!’

Following Danny’s instructions, Jason glued the glow-in-the-dark star on the ceiling. Stepping of the chair, he sat down next to Danny on his new bed.

‘How’s that kiddo?’

Danny jumped on the Martian Manhunter themed blankets.

‘It’s perfect! It’s the big Dipper!’

Sitting down on Jason’s lap, Danny started pointing out which constellations Jason had put up. Jason had to ask Kori for a space rock or something if this got Danny so happy.

‘I had stars like that in my old room! But they weren’t in the proper place, so this is better! Thank you Jason!’ said Danny happily. Jason wondered how much Danny remembered.

‘Hey Danny? What was your old home like?’ Danny put on a thinking face, which was absolutely adorable. Danny remembers a lab.

Jason is concerned: ‘A lab?’

‘Yeah! And lot’s of green goop in jars and stuff!’

Jason is worried. That sounds like Lazarus water. He tries to get more information:

‘Green goop? That sounds scary!’

Danny cuts him off. ‘Yeah! It was haunted!’

Jason is surprised. Haunted? He thinks for a bit. With how Lazarus Pits work, thinking the place was haunted was probably how his little kid mind coped with seeing people being brought back from the dead. It must’ve been a scary thing for a kid to see. He asks more.

‘Do you remember something else? Like the people that worked there?’

Danny says he does.

‘A big man, really big and strong! He wore orange! And there was a lady, she was really good at fighting! They made me!’

Jason ruffles Danny’s head. ‘Did they now?’

Inside he is comparing the description to people he knows. The lady who is good at fighting must be Talia. But the strong man in orange, could It be Slade? He is quite tall and his uniform does have orange in it. It would also confirm his Respawn 2.0 theory. Danny says he also remembers a girl, who wanted to talk his feelings al the time. He liked her. Jason thinks she must’ve been his therapist. The last Respawn was filled with resentment towards Damian, so maybe they were trying to prevent that for their second attempt. Jason starts to wonder if there are more.

‘Hey Danny, did you ever see other kids like you in the lab? Like, kids that looked like you?’

Danny says he did, but that was a different lab.

‘They all melted into goop. It was really scary. Do I have to talk about that?’

Jason can see that the conversation is starting to affect Danny. He decided it’s enough, at least for today. He now knows that Danny was made in a lab, by 2 people that match Talia’s and Slade’s description. They made more attempts, possibly at a different location, but those attempts failed. He is glad Danny is the only clone he needs to worry about, but he still doesn’t know how Danny got here. Picking Danny up, he asks if the boy wants a snack. After hearing Danny’s joy, he figures he will continue his investigation tomorrow.

The next day, Jason is gearing up for patrol. Even with Bill and Sandra taking care of things, he needs to checkup some things himself. He can’t tell Bill to jump from building to building and stop a mugging after all. Jason was pretty sure the guy missed a few bones, and that would certainly break the ones he still had.

As he puts his guns in his holster, he suddenly hears a BANG! Grabbing the gun, he runs to the living room. There he sees that one of his paintings and the wall around it are scorched. He looks for the source, and finds Danny, with a hand that emits green smoke. Danny just looks at him.

‘There was a roach!’

Jason sighs.

‘So you can shoot fire?’

Danny shakes his head. ‘Nope! I shot a laser!’

Jason puts his gun back. ‘Of course you did. I didn’t know you could shoot lasers out of your hands?’

Danny gets excited. ‘Yeah! I can also shoot them out of my eyes! Once, I shot one out of my butt!’

Jason grits his teeth. ‘Great! One second, buddy!’

He picks up a pillow and screams in it. Of course the kid can shoot lasers! Why not? Danny laughs. Jason is being silly! Jason puts the pillow down.

‘Actually, screaming in a pillow is a great way of getting rid of big feelings. You should try it if you need it.’

Danny giggles. ‘If I scream loud like that it would flatten a building! Wanna see?’ He asks innocently.

‘NO!’ yells Jason immediately.

‘I believe you! But we like this city and we don’t want to destroy, right?’

Danny apologizes and agrees. He won’t scream. Jason sighs again and gets his black notebook back out. He writes down what he has so far:

Accelerated healing

Invisibility

Cryokinesis

Flight

Soul-pulling-out-powers???

Destructive scream

Lasers

Jason thinks the list is quite long. Looking again at Danny he suspects he hasn’t even seen most of them. Putting the book back, he puts Danny to bed.

‘Ok buddy, now remember our promise?’

Danny nods: ‘Try to sleep, and if you can’t only make snow in the bathroom, no touching the weapons, don’t eat too much candy and if you really can’t sleep, watch tv and fall asleep on the couch!’

Jason ruffles his head. ‘Good boy.’

Jason leaves. He knows the rules are probably lacking, but a kid that can do what Danny can is helped more with gentle guidance that strict rules. Jumping out of the window and landing on the roof, Jason starts his patrol.

It’s been a few hours, and Jason is taking a break. He’s on the edge of Crime alley, the border of his territory. Suddenly he hears a voice next to him.

‘Hey, I need your help.’

Recognizing the voice, Jason looks up. Red Robin is coming over. Jason is surprised that he isn’t feeling that pang of anger that he usually felt around him. Guess that scrub really did the trick. He’ll bring Danny a treat on the way home.

‘Earth to Red Hood? C’mon, I’m desperate here!’

Tim is waving his hand. Jason rolls his eyes.

‘What do you need, RR? You don’t normally come to me for help.’

Tim gets a determined look, saying that’s exactly why he is here. Jason knows that Tim will only come to Jason for emergencies, which means…

‘Please let me stash my coffee at your place! Alfred cut me off and I can’t lose my last stash!’

There it is. Only coffee will convince Tim to go to Jason. No way he would risk Jason’s demands otherwise. Speaking off, Jason wonders what he can ask of Tim in return. Tim gets desperate.

‘Let me hide my coffee, or I’ll.. I’ll… I’ll throw all your books out of the Manor library!’

Jason knew those threat were empty, but it did give him an idea. His mind went to the black notebook in his pocket, and the ever growing list of powers. If he can figure out which people Danny was made from, he might get a list of powers he could anticipate.

‘Ok, RR. You can stash your coffee in the safehouse near the Bowery. But in return you’ll help me with my case.’

Tim asks him what he needs. Tomorrow Jason will bring him a DNA sample. He needs Tim to figure out who it’s from. He warns Tim that he is suspecting a second Respawn, so multiple people might pop up. When they part ways, Jason is hopeful. He might just get a handle on this situation.

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motleyfam · 2 years

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hey! so its 4am and ive just finished my, um... fifth(?) reread of world's saddest breakfast club and like! aaahhhh!!!

do u got abything to tell us abt this story? like sbt the writing proccess or things u thought that did not make it in or hc or anything really. i dont have a question exactly, just wanted to hear you talk about it. im a bit. well. obssesed.

Oooh cool question! I definitely do!

World's Saddest Breakfast Club: Fun Facts

The opening line is a result of me angsting to @batmoniker about how I couldn't figure out how to start my fic, and her jokingly being like "I got you, bro. Ready? 'It was a dark and stormy night'" and then me just being stubborn and committing to the bit.

The story started with a vague idea of "everyone in the kitchen at 3am for different reasons and Jason channeling his inner short order cook." All I knew going in was the order I wanted people to appear, what was wrong with them (sick, hurt, insomnia, etc) and what food Jason would be making for them. Everything else I made up as I went.

If I could go back and change one thing about this fic, I'd reduce how long Jason was kidnapped to like, 6-8 days, max. 16 days seemed funny when I wrote it, but in hindsight, I feel like he'd be a little more fucked up in the story if he were really escaping from that many days of captivity lmao

I headcanon Dick as the kind of person who straight-up forgets to eat when he's preoccupied, and Jason as the kind of person who cannot FATHOM this concept. Jason absolutely will miss a meal if the situation calls for it, don't get me wrong, but he's aware the entire time he's doing it and it makes him super antsy. (This once turned into A Thing™ when Jason was like, 13 years old and staying with Dick for the weekend for some brotherly bonding and Dick forgot about lunch and by 5pm, Jason maybe sorta kinda had a minor panic attack about it. Dick was a lot more mindful of that moving forward)

Bruce's favorite food being lobster thermidor is a reference to the Lego Batman movie

I wrote this whole fic with Julia Child's recipe pulled up in one tab and my google doc in the other

At some point I realized that since I started with fresh lobsters, I was going to have to write Jason killing them, and it derailed me so hard that the fic nearly became about meatloaf instead. (Never mind the fact that Jason canonically kills human beings — that's totally fine. I just draw the line at him killing lobsters 😰)

(in the end I just kinda glossed over it and made sure they were already cooked before Damian appeared so I wouldn't have to address it 😬)

Dick's reoccurring shoulder injury is a reference to the DCAU where I swear that man has dislocated his shoulder/injured his arm at least 4x

The line about Tim being allergic/throwing up when he eats eggs was inspired by a line in chap 11 of @goldkirk's fic Hymn, which I've reread about 37x

Jason is correct— grits are fucking delicious and definitely not baby food.

My favorite line is "Okay there’s self-sacrificial bullshit, and then there’s whatever the fresh hell that is."

The idea for Cass being a big meat-eater comes from a comic panel where Steph offers her a plate of rice and beans and Cass says she needs meat and starts mischievously eying Steph's hamster. Can't find the panel to save my life, but I promise it's out there.

EDIT: finally found it!

Steph's nickname of "Zombie Boy" for Jason is borrowed from @audreycritter's Cor Et Cerebrum series (which is a fucking masterpiece, btw)

This fic was gonna be called "Creatures of the Night" until batmoniker said Steph's line made for a better title

Several people have asked me whether Jason was really cooking Bruce's lobster to spite him, or if he was actually intending to make it for him all along. The answer is... both? Like Jason's kind of an unreliable narrator in that he's trying to convince himself that he's just doing what he's doing to be a little shithead when deep down it's all stemming from his need to take care of his family, you know? Like he'll never admit it, but that's where his heart is at.

To everyone who's asked for a part 2 where the family finds out Jason was kidnapped, I'm gonna be honest: the main reason I don't think I'm ever going to write that scene is because I can't come up with a good enough joke for him to make to accidentally out himself 💀

#thank you so much for asking!#you're super sweet and I'm so glad you enjoyed the story

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Interesting you say ur top three heroes are Batman, Hal and flash! I’m surprised superman (or a superman member like superhero) didn’t take place of third and Bruce did! Can you indulge as to why? X

Oof, this one is gonna be a loaded answer haha.

So, just to get it out there, my top 5 heroes, in order, are The Flash (Barry Allen), Green Lantern (Hal Jordan), Batman (Bruce Wayne), Aquaman (Arthur Curry), and Superman (Clark Kent). There have been times in the past where Bruce and Hal have switched places, but they’ve been pretty solidly in their current spots for the past few years and I expect they’ll be staying there in the foreseeable future haha.

Now, I want to kinda defend my love of Clark while I’m here too, so I’ll start by saying I do absolutely adore him. I think he’s an amazing character and I’m absolutely already planning my future PHD dissertation on him and his stories haha. He has a rich history and is so admirable and sweet and good, not unlike my absolute bestest boy Barry, but I almost feel like that’s why he isn’t in my top 3. I already have Barry! And Barry scratches some intellectual and emotional itches that Clark doesn’t, which is the perfect segue into why I love Bruce.

I was a sad kid… lol. Like really sad! Like the level of sad where you can look at a ton of my childhood photos and I’m very rarely looking at the camera because I’d much rather be moping around with my face hiding up against my mom or dad ahaha. And it was with this incredible sadness that I looked upon Bruce’s face for the first time and saw a kindred spirit. Granted, Bruce had a (very well-known) reason to be sad while I was just a very marred by unfortunate events but otherwise mostly blessed child, but Bruce’s sadness was still very raw and real and relatable to me. And still is!

But I love him for more than just his broodiness, I also love him because of his incredible capacity to love and, maybe, hopefully, at least sometimes, be happy despite that sadness. Bruce is an amazingly tortured soul who still finds the time, and puts in the effort, to keep going, keep loving, keep finding and fighting for happiness. Does he get beaten down sometimes? Does he brood a lot? Does he come across as a bit heartless or cold? Self-isolate? Yes, all of the above. But he also has the BatFamily, he created the BatFamily. The BatFamily that includes Alfred, Selina, Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, Duke, Barbara, Cassandra, Stephanie, Kate, Lucius, Gordon, Luke, and probably several more than I’m woefully forgetting. And he fights for and loves all of them and they are his happiness and light and motivation and I just love that so much because, yeah, same. I can be incredibly sad and mopey and not want to be with anyone, but then I remember my family and friends and I want to fight for them and their happiness too and I get Bruce in those moments.

Still, Bruce is not only intensely relatable for me, he’s also hugely admirable. Because, man, do I not want to do anything for anyone sometimes haha. Yeah, I just went on a whole spiel about wanting to fight for the happiness of my loved ones, but, hey, I’m not perfect and I am very susceptible to thinking “yeah, I care, but I’m sad right now and I don’t really want to care,” but Bruce’s unending fight is the fight to care despite having no reason to. He’s literally a vigilante in the most corrupt and crime-ridden city on the planet, a place where no one cares, and yet he puts on the cape and cowl each night to show and prove that he cares even if no one else does. He cares even if he has no reason to. He cares even when he has a reason not to. He’s so sad and broken and isolated, but he cares. And that is so dang cool.

So, yeah, I’m not here to start any “Batman vs Superman: who is the cooler hero??” discourse, but I am going to point out that I think their true dichotomy isn’t that one has powers and the other is just a man. It’s that one serves as a beacon of hope for a world that wants to hope, while the other is a beacon of hope for a world that is so sick and tired of hoping. The storytelling possibilities are endless in either direction, and I, personally, just find myself extremely drawn to the latter.

Bottom line: he’ll always be my Bruce 🫶

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nasuversekinkmeme · 9 months

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Weekly roundup: prompts

Tsukihime

Fate/Stay Night

Merlin definitely knew that, in the end, Artoria would die before she reached her twilight years, that Lancelot would etch his love through the blood of the other knights, that Mordred would finally reach the end of his fuse and bring Camelot down with him. So, days before the unstoppable pebble started rolling into an avalanche, he invites the Round Table to knights to one final banquet and says his goodbyes

Kirei forces Lancer to read homestuck with one of his command seals

In order to leave a mark against her rivals, Sakura gropes Shirou in the kitchen all while Saber and Rin wait for their food. Noncon or not up to the author

"All legends come from Gilgamesh" taken to the logical extreme: every single servant is actually just Gilgamesh in a different costume. All of them. Even that one. He's running around at top speed frantically changing outfits so nobody notices.

PRILLYA

Luvia and Rin get married in Prillya, have a daughter and leave her in the care of Illya, Miyu and Kuro, What happens when they leave those three with a baby and the kaleidosticks?

FATE/EXTRA

Inspired by a (Literal) Fever Dream I had last night, Gawain prooves he's the strongest knight of the round by quite literally, somehow, cutting the number 2 in half. How does he do this? I dunno, what are the ramifications of slicing the concept of a number in half? Ill leave that for the writer to decide!

FGO

Smut, In the lead up to the last fight with Flauros, Jing Ke and Boudicca say words to the effect of “let’s get drinks after this.” Drunken, glad-to-be-“alive” sex surely ensued.

Smut, Selfcest. Medea Lily angrily tops her older self, who is infuriatingly calm about it.

i feel like mephistopheles and leonardo da vinci would make a sexy mechanical waifu doll out of bombs to prank blackbeard at least once. just some absolutely looney tunes shit.

Erice and Tamamo have some sister talk that ends with Erice trying to kill tama for talking shit about her mom

Smut, Castoria and Cnoc Na Riabh should kiss and make chocolate together. Actually they should kiss naked while covered in chocolate. Sweet doomed yuri

Barghest + Melusine + Baoban Sith + Mash = "WE ARE TAM★LIN AND WE ARE HERE TO ROCK YOUR LOSTWORLD!"

doman getting stuck high up (his final ascension) and naked. trying to come down is a huge risk and now he gotta find a way to get down without getting caught

so everyone who from the LB6 charade (plus Chaldea) have this reunion and stuff. it’s the perfect time for revenge, so morgan and baobhan sith team up to get the ULTIMATE revenge on aurora for her bullshittery. extra points if other characters join in on the revenge, and extra extra points if the revenge is performed by everyone aurora has screwed over

Oberon recognized Percival by his comically large breastplate. Now I need a fic of Oberon... accumulating this familiarity. By being mashed face-first into Percival's tits. Repeatedly.

Prior to Cosmos in the Lostbelt, Guda summons both Oberon and Douman. Being accomplished liars, they both pick up on each other pretty quickly but neither of them can actually say that the other one is lying and plotting something without incriminating themselves so they just have to be incredibly passive-aggressive about it. And then they hatefuck about it

Ritsuka can't look at Medea, Achilles, Jason, Maid Alter, or Emiya because Medea keeps dreaming about Maid Alter Kozkui (I spell that right) and Achilles triple teaming her, while Emiya and Jason watch.

Muramasa being a grumpy dad and forbidding Artoria from seeing Oberon. They aren't dating and never were but now Oberon pretends they were just to mess with him.

Oberon being a grumpy dad and forbidding Artoria from seeing Muramasa. The problem is that they aren't dating, Muramasa is just giving free sword lessons to anyone who wants in Chaldea. But hey, seeing Oberon dying of anger is way funnier :)

Caster Artoria being a grumpy dad and forbidding Oberon from seeing Muramasa. They are dating and they have a romeo and juliet type situation

Angra is running and hiding for his life because caren still wants to have his child and Rasputin is helping because he is totally down to having cursed demonic grandchildren. He must be caught in the end. (Can be anywhere from general to explicit, and a comedy to a horror)

Incest, Gudao and Gudako are siblings who work in Chaldea. However, they don't look much alike, so a surprisingly amount of people aren't aware of that (most of the servants, and whoever at the staff doesn't regularly read their files.) So I mean... if they were to have some sort of relationship here... romantic, sexual, or both... it'd be fine, right? Ideally I'm looking for either "they've been pining for years before going to Chaldea, and they know that's their one shot at being together away from society," or "the very idea was disgusting before, but now their sense of normalty is so fucked up AND they're the only two who can truly understand each other, so you gotta fuck your sibling to cope" scenario, but honestly feel free to tweak the concept as you wish. The only thing I ask is that you keep an emphasis on the taboo of incest. They know what they're doing is wrong and they're only doing it because the end of the world is the one place where they can get away with it.

Smut, multiple Nobu having fun together

Smut, edmond dantes/any, dream sex

GudaCas pet play, but due to trauma and/or magical shenanigans, Guda can’t stop the act and fully believes themselves to be an animal that belongs to Cas.

Smut, Ibuki douji tailfucking the shit out of shuten and guda

O dino Shiki I want to see you get railed Tepeu my love

Danzo sits Fuuma down to discuss something very important: she is dating Sei Shonagon and needs his approval before she asks her to move in. Fuuma reacts like accordingly

Smut, ritsuka fujimaru fucks chaldea itself. theyve been through so much together they deserve to get a bit of catharsis from each other. whether chaldea is humanized in anyway or they finagle to fuck the building directly is up to writer but the sex must be loving.

Smut, incest In a reversal of her PHH self, Morgan gives Herself a dick and rails Artoria until she's sure Artoria is pregnant. Whether it's noncon or not is up to the filler

Smut, Can we get Castoria's dick SUCKED for all the trauma she underwent in lb6? Preferably by the lb6 crew but also like, in general.

Draco locks Paris in a room and starts calling him Sporus, how this continues depends on the prompt filler

Smut, Someone tries to hit in Shuten and reveals he thinks of her as a "legal loli". Shuten decides the only way he can make up for that sleight is by serving as her and Ibaraki's personal fuckpuppet, too drunk on oni wine to fight back.

Smut, The masters have gone missing! Where can they be, all the staff and servants as they scour their base. Oh there they are! In that dingy supy closet no one else knows about. Fucking each others brains out.

I recently learned that Aesc is pronounced "Ash." With that in mind, for your consideration, "Aesc Ketchum."

I somehow just got around to doing Mata Hari’s interlude. In it, she says kings “ need comfort more than anyone in their nations.” And also “Now, tell mommy everything you know.” While holding a man’s head in her lap. There are so many kings in Chaldea it would be either hilarious, wholesome or heartbreaking or all three for her to mother into a weeping mess, sexually or not.

Li Shuwen, Chiron, and Scathatch are talking about their methods of teaching, and Li Shuwen slowly becomes more and more uncomfortable by how comfortable Chiron and Scathatch are with their students dying.

Despite Everything, Artoria never hated her sister, so when Morgan is summoned, so obviously tired, face masked like stone, Artoria does the first thing she can think of, and embraces her sister in understanding. And Morgan breaks. (because I need some catharsis.)

While at the throne at the temple of time guda does just a little thing while nobody is looking. When they go back to chaldea, the entire USA is physically gone

Servants form a union. No quests, no food at the cafeteria, no sex, nothing until work conditions improve(Limit on farming) Da Vinci is also on their side and disabled the command seals

Smut, Blowbang, Ruler Artoria in the middle, with every rough and tumble penis-having Servant (and also Astolfo) facefucking her in turns. She not only keeps her composure throughout, her mascara doesn’t even run; the only sign anything is happening to her at all is smeared lipstick.

A new Assassin just got summoned, and Medea is over the moon to see Kuzuki again. He…has no idea who this woman is, but is so accustomed to just going with the social flow that it takes a solid week before he’s fallen for her all over again…and has no idea if he should tell her he didn’t know her at first. Does he? I dunno.

FGO2

Where did that little crown come from in Artoria’s third ascension? For the purpose of this prompt, it’s a sincere peace offering from Medea…for actions this version of Saber didn’t remember until Medea tried to apologize for it. She winds up wearing it, but why? And how awkward is that conversation?

All of the Artorias suddenly get a wave of very pleasant memories from UBW Good End Saber; quantum Throne Bullshit, probably. Ishtar, Erehskigal, Emiya and Muramasa ought to fear for their pelvises.

Gudacas stuck in a closet together, preferably with a ton of sexual tension and at least one awkward boner rubbing on unfortunate places. Whether they actually fuck or not is up to you.

Guda cant help but constantly touch Morgans Dress, its not even a sexual thing, the material is just really nice and sensorily pleasing. So Morgan does the reasonable thing and gets them one of their own.

Castoria, absolutely sick and tired of the bullshit around here, tries to keep up the nice girl act. When gudako forced her to overwork again, Castoria absolutely loses it, and now people wonder if she’s a berserker pretending to be a caster for fun.

Smut, Bedivere gives sad Tristan passionate head in an attempt to cheer him up because they have other things they need to do for the roundtable already and he’s tired of listening to Tristan sigh and mutter obscurely under his breath

Gudao has the hots for Cu Chulainn. Scathach notices, and decides that he needs to be good enough for her student. Gudao is forced into Scathach bootcamp and tries to survive.

Smut, lb6 prompt where grimr wants to place a strengthening rune on muramasa. on his prostate.

Koyanskaya gets summoned to Chaldea, ready to tear things down from the inside. But they're... weirdly nice? Strengthening her skills, leveling her up, boosting her abilities, hey why are they pushing her towards the simulator hey why do Skadi and Castoria look so tired hey why did they say "welcome to hell" just before she was shoved through the simulator

I want Castoria and Morgan to talk and come to an understanding. Perhaps neither sides will ever forgive each other and perhaps neither side will ever love the other but. At the very least a catharsis has been reached and both can have their hearts be at ease.

Smut, Asterios is trying to be gentle when he and Euryale have sex. She’d tell him not to be…but he’s failing. Horribly, wonderfully failing at being gentle. If it ain’t broke, it ain’t her mind in about an hour.

I want to read a story about Saber defending Sakura from danger while Rider reacts like the victim in an NTR porno

Any

Character of your choice trying to bring up the idea that, maybe, they would like to do cnc as the dom in bed. They can fuck too if you want but mostly I want the focus to be "how the fuck do you tell your sexual partner you want to roleplay forcing sex upon them." You get extra bonus point if the character in question is one that isn't someone you would normally as a suave confident dom (Mash, Mandricardo, Castoria, you know the kind)

#weekly roundup

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here we go: ‘86 is the title of my fic! this is the prologue i’m so so so excited yet nervous because it’s my first fic published but i hope you guys love it! 🖤

‘86 // The Prologue: THE FREAK AND THE BABE

*TRIGGER WARNING: swearing, mentions of abandonment, nsfw.

MARCH 23, 1985

I quickly gather my things as the bell dismissing us rings. “Thank god, I’m starving.” I think to myself. It was the last day of school before spring break and I couldn’t wait any longer. As well as school being absolutely draining, I have a week off from being harassed by Jason Carver.

Jason Carver is your average jock. Puts his feelings before others, doesn’t care about others. Just your good Ol’ average egotistical jackass. I never quite understood his obsession with me. I’m just a girl who hangs out with the band kids and I also write all the time. A coping skill I acquired dealing with the aftermath of my father leaving.

So, with that being said, I never understood the appeal I had on him. It’s like clockwork. I’ll attempt to sneak into the cafeteria so that I can avoid him, that’s not the case. He’ll always catch me. So, today would most likely not be an exception. A girl can certainly try. I sprint out of my classroom and hurry to the lunchroom, when I’m so rudely interrupted by an egotistical entity. I growl at his presence. “Hi Roxanne, how are you today? He cockily asks while fixing his obnoxious hair. I roll my eyes. “It was going good until you showed up.” I say under my breath.

I continue walking as he does as well, attempting to put his arm around me. I push it away. “No thank you. I don’t need a man to protect me from nothing.” He smirks then snickers. “Okay fine.” I start to grow very impatient and uncomfortable as the entity moves in front of me. I just want to eat something! “Are you at least going to be at the game later? You know, to cheer me on.” My anger grows and I scoff. “You seriously think I’m some bimbo with pom poms in love with you? Please.”

My skin begins to feel hot when suddenly the scent of old spice and weed overrides my senses. Realization hits as I see a leather covered arm wrap around me instantly calming me down. It’s Eddie “The Freak” Munson. Eddie is a senior who is repeating his senior year for a third time next year. I can’t help but to like him. Those eyes draw you in. I also sneak out with Robin to The Hideout to watch him and his band perform. He looks majestic when he shreds. I always find myself wondering if he notices me in the front row.

“Hey babe, is this guy bothering you?” I look at him astonished, blink a couple of times before it clicks. “Yeah. He’s… He’s harassing me about going to the game later and won’t stop.” I look up at Eddie, who gives me reassuring eyes before he sees red. “Carver thinks he can pull a fast one on my girl? Think I wouldn’t notice?” I put my hand on his chest continuing to play the part, only to notice how quickly his heart was beating.

I sneak a peek at Jason, who looks like he’s seen a ghost. “I’m just surprised a pretty thing would go out with a freak like you.” Eddie grows even more angry. “She is not a ‘thing’. She is a woman.” I rub on his chest even more. “A woman that chose the wrong guy.” Jason snaps. Eddie snaps harder. “At least i’m not a scumbag like y-“ I plant my lips on his as I drop my school books to caress his face. The cafeteria grows extremely silent.

His arms wrap around my waist and mine go into his curls as our kiss deepens. My eyes stay closed even though I’d like to see Jason’s face. Eddie stops the kiss and winks at me. I give him a smile. We stop our efforts and look at the pathetic thing. “Anything else Jason?” I ask, raising my eyebrows while still holding Eddie. Speechless, he walks away. I turn to my knight in shining armor. “Thank you so much. He wouldn’t leave me alone. How can I repay you?” Eddie chuckles. “That kiss was definitely something babe, show me what else you can do.” Now it’s me who’s speechless. Eddie kisses me once more and leads me somewhere.

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Eddie leads me to his van, away from the school. My smile intensifies. Eddie notices me smiling and snickers. “You know, you have a really nice smile.” He leans against the van, making the butterflies in my stomach grow. “Really?” I try to hide from embarrassment. “No no darling, don’t hide. I love seeing you smile, especially in the front row.” His cockiness peaks. I start to get flustered. “Oh…” I speak quietly. “I never thought you’d notice.” “Oh no sweetheart. I see you dancing with Robin Buckley. It’s hot catching glances with you.” He opens the van and climbs in before offering his hand. “M’lady.”

I grab his hand, put my foot on the step and he pulls me in. The force of the pull makes me fall into his arms and he wraps his arms around me, catching me. “Wow, I never ever thought I’d be in your arms.” Eddie has. a shit eating grin. “Took us long enough huh?” I laugh with him. “Yeah… But especially you. What took you so long?” That’s when the overwhelming feeling comes as Eddie puts his lips back on mine. My eyes shut immediately as our hands roam all over each other.

The contrast of my warm skin with the chill ones of his rings hits quickly and I need more. His lips are soft and rough. His calloused hands explore beneath my shirt, causing me to shutter a bit. I laugh a bit. “I always see the way Carver approaches you everyday. The way it left you feeling.” Eddie begins to bite and suck on my jawline. Little moans come out of my mouth and into his ears. “I would constantly beat myself up for not coming to help, but today…… fuck. Today was it.” The way he breathes onto my neck and also him talking. Oh fuck.’”I couldn’t stand it any longer. That asshole doesn’t deserve you.”

My hand and fingers go into his locks that have been begging to be pulled. “God Eds.” I moan as his lips travel down to my collarbone. His moans fill his van as I tug and pull. He begins to bite, lick, and suck onto my breasts. His hands hook onto my breasts, gives them a squeeze. He moves them behind me and unclasps my bra. “Finally.” I gasp as his hands get back to my breasts. “I’ve always liked you Rox. I would protect you from anyone and anything, including that piece of shit.”

He continues to do wonders as his hands travel down to my shorts. “I could never work up the courage to talk to you. God you’re so fucking - fuck.” He switches by laying me on the floor and he’s on top. He smirks like a menace. “You get nervous around me?” His brown orbs glisten with lust and love. “Oh darling.” He takes my shorts and throws them. “You didn’t seem nervous pretending to be my girlfriend.” He teases as his fingers glide against my leg.

“That’s because - oh fuck.” His fingers go on the fabric of my panties and start rubbing gently. “That’s because what sweetheart? Use your words.” The pressure of his fingers increased. I moan and whimper. “That’s because… Because I normally get shy around you.” Eddie devilishly grins and chuckles spreading my legs and looks at me with a confused look. “You were scared to talk to me? Baby girl…” He comes up eye level with me and holds my face in his hands. “I don’t bite…” He looks down at my panties. “Not yet, but I’m not scary baby. I’ve been wanting to talk to you for so long.” He rubs my cheek with his thumb.

“I guess… No, it’s silly.” I chuckle. “What is it sweetheart?” I give him a yearning smile. “When I was ten, my parents split. My father left… I just always thought all men were like that. It’s silly.” His eyebrows furrow a bit. “I’m so sorry Rox… He seems like a real asshoel.” “He is. My brother Dustin misses him but I can’t stand the thought of him.” My father is in prison. I live with my Uncle Wayne. He’s really great.” “What happened to your dad? Your mom?”

“My father, I honestly don’t remember much. He’s committed several crimes. My mom left shortly before he went. Uncle Wayne took me in and he’s been in my life ever since.” I lightly smile. “Maybe I should meet him.” His eyes brighten. “You will darling. You will.” We both smile and chuckle. I moan when his thumb brushes against me.

“Did you want to keep going?” He raises his eyebrows. “Oh my god please.” I whine as he smirks going back down to my center. His slender fingers wrap around the hem of my panties and pull them down quickly. I twitch a bit at the cold air. Eddie is in awe at the sight in front of him. “God you’re so fucking beautiful• He says under his breath. I laugh wickedly. “You think so?” I tease. “Oh baby, you’re gorgeous.” He pants. “I just can’t wait to taste you.” He circles his right index finger and middle finger around my core slowly. It’s pure ecstasy. He stick them in and starts pumping in and out of me.

“Oh my god Eds.” I groan. “Please.” He lowers himself more and his tongue licks slowly as his fingers reach my clit. His fingers start circling around rapidly. His tongue darts in and out of me. “God you’re fucking divine.” He moans as he tastes more of me. I can already feel my high approach. But I don’t want him to stop. He’s just unreal. This is ecstasy. “Ed-Eddie. I’m gonna cum.” He laughs against my core, vibrating it. “Go for it sweetheart.” I groan as I release.

I can feel myself tremble as Eddie takes everything I gave him. He licks everything up. I start panting as he comes back up for air. He’s a panting mess as well. His hair is disheveled and unkempt. Added with sweat. “You, my darling, are magnificent.” I blush at the compliment. “I need you.” We pant some more. “Not now sweetheart. We’ll save that for later. For now, we have to go on with our school day.” I chuckle. “Wow Eddie Munson actually gives a shit about school.” He laughs and hands me my shorts “Come by after school. I’d love to, um, have you.” I grab my discarded bra and put it on. I then grab his face and kiss him.

“You already have me sweetheart.” I give him a daring smirk. I sit on his lap with his member poking me. We get into a steamy passionate kiss as if everything disappears. We don’t even hear the faint sound of the bell ringing. We pull away from each other. “Damn Rox, we only just got to know each other. But goddamit you’re already the death of me.” I giggle. “Well, I guess I have that effect on people.” He grabs my face again and our lips connect again. I grab onto his shirt and rip it off him. Eddie smirks at me. “Round two?” I climb on top of him. “Yes.” We take a very extended lunch break in his van while passersby walk past to class. Meanwhile, Eds and I were learning about each other.

#joseph quinn #eddie munson #maya hawke #robin buckley #stranger things

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Hey! I just seen u take requests so can u make 1996 james x 80s kirk fanfic ? Like Older man/younger man thingy

Thank you for the ask ❤️💫

You can also read it on ao3 here

“So when do I get to meet this mystery boy of yours?”

Kirk looks up from tuning his guitar, finds Lars sitting opposite him, taping his hands up ready for the gig.

“Well, he’s here tonight I think,” Kirk replies with a slight shrug, ignoring the devious grin that spreads across Lars’s face.

“Well, are you gonna introduce us?” Lars asks, picking at the tape around his fingers, bends forwards to dig his bony elbows into Kirk’s thigh, pushing at the guitar.

“I wasn’t planning on it,” Kirk says, pull the guitar strap over his head, and Lars just huffs.

“Y’hear that Jason? Kirk’s not gonna share his boy toy.”

Jason looks back at them from where he’s hovering by the door, fingers twitching over his bass.

“It’s been like, what? Two months? I wanna know who keeps putting your phone on silent when you should be at rehearsals.”

Kirk pulls a face at that but before he can answer, his phone buzzes next to him. Lars swipes it before he gets the chance to even look.

“Aww, he’s in the front row,” Lars declares. Kirk snatches his phone back.

“And you never told me his name is James.”

“Well I didn’t think it was your fucking business.”

“Guys,” Jason interrupts. “Can you please have this fucking pissing contest after the show? We’re going on now.”

“Fine,” Lars says, grabbing his drumsticks. “But I’ll be on the lookout.”

They manage to filter their way through the backstage area before finally spilling out onto the stage.

Kirk spots James right away. He’s smack bang in the middle, right at the front, towering over everyone. He gives a little wave, eyes gleaming, and Kirk feels his chest flutter as he waves back.

He can just about hear Lars shout motherfucker as he realises the boy Kirk’s been going out with is, in fact, at least ten years older than him.

Kirk just smirks, and the set begins.

— —

“You mean to tell me that absolute beefcake out there is yours?”

Kirk’s cheeks turn pink but he just shrugs, laughing at the incredulous look on Lars’s face.

“How old is he?” Jason asks.

“Thirty three.”

“Dude, that’s so fucking old.”

Kirk just rolls his eyes, then suddenly the door opens and a roadie scurries in, murmuring about some guy intimidating the crew to get backstage and now he’s waiting in the corridor.

Kirk holds in his laughter at that, because it makes James sound so fucking macho.

“Just let him in. I know who it is.”

The roadie looks between them with wide eyes, but when Lars and Jason ignore him, he nods and leaves quickly.

The door opens again then and James steps in, all six feet of him, with his thick fucking moustache and sideburns.

Kirk practically throws his guitar aside as he moves to pull him into a hug, feeling strong, beefy arms enclose around him.

“You were fucking amazing,” James says softly, and Kirk gushes, pulls back enough to catch his mouth in a kiss.

“So you must be James, huh?”

Fucking Lars.

Kirk huffs and breaks the kiss, hearing the small chuckle James gives vibrate through his chest.

“I am. And I’m guessing you’re Lars.”

He lets go of Kirk to extend a hand out. Lars narrows his eyes for a moment, but then then takes his hand.

“You look after him, right?”

Kirk guffaws, embarrassment making him want to curl up and die. He buries his face into James’s shoulder, feeling James’s arm circle his waist.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”

“Well, you just look like you could crush him if you weren’t careful. He’s like a fucking stick.”

“Well, Kirk likes it when I do that, so.”

That shuts Lars up and he purses his lips. Kirk wants to die.

He peeks from James’s shoulder, catches Jason practically scowling in the corner. Seems his band mates have become somehow unnecessarily protective over him. And it’s fucking stupid because he’s not a child.

“Well, this was nice but we’re going,” Kirk announces, tugging on James’s arm towards the door.

“When do I get a turn?” Lars shouts.

Kirk flips him the bird, hearing James’s laugh rumble, before he’s pulling him out the door.

“Use protection,” Jason calls before finally, the door closes.

Kirk sighs, lets James wrap him back up in his arms.

“Your friends are a piece of work, huh?”

Kirk just grumbles, moves to slip his arms between them, cupping James’s cheeks, thumbing over the hair there.

“They’re just jealous.”

James smirks, his hands moving down to cup Kirk’s ass, squeezing it gently.

“Of you or me?”

— —

James wastes no fucking time as soon as he’s got Kirk in the bedroom, plastering him against the back of the door, hands gripping his narrow hips.

“Fuck,” he says, breath hot against Kirk’s mouth. “You have no fucking idea how hot you looked tonight.”

Kirk is momentarily beyond words because James is towering over him, tongue flicking against his lips as he presses a meaty thigh between Kirk’s legs, and it feels so fucking good that if James asked, he’d bend over right fucking now.

Instead of replying, he grasps numb fingers into James’s short hair, whining slightly as his lip is pulled between sharp teeth.

“Wanna fuck you,” James says, presses his thigh up harder into Kirk’s clothed cock making the younger’s hips stutter.

Kirk nods, licking into James’s mouth with vigour, feeling his big hands roam all over his lithe body until they start to fiddle with his fly.

Kirk pulls away from his lips and swats his hands away, undoing his jeans himself before stepping out of them.

James quirks an eyebrow.

“Eager, are we?”

Kirk would blush but he’s too far gone to get embarrassed, so instead he slips his hands under the bottom of James’s black wifebeater, pulling it hastily over the older man’s head.

He runs his hands up James’s broad chest, fingers running through the coarse hair there before moving to play with his nipple. It earns a harsh curse from James, who grabs Kirk roughly by the chin, bringing up for a filthy kiss. All tongues and drool and moans.

Kirk pinches the little nub between his fingers, just to hear James whine into his mouth, thrusting his pelvis against his.

A hand pulls on his hair then, tilts his head back.

“Stay here.”

That’s all the warning Kirk gets before suddenly James isn’t holding him anymore. Instead, the older man shimmies off the rest of his clothes before sitting in the middle of the bed, beckoning Kirk over with a finger and a sly grin.

Kirk knows that look, it means James is in a dirty mood, which is fucking great because Kirk’s always in a dirty mood.

He hurriedly takes his underwear off before crawling over the bed to sit on James’s lap, his thighs straddling him on either side.

James doesn’t move, just rests his hands on top of Kirk’s thighs, eyes focused only on his face.

The lack of anything makes Kirk shrink slightly under his gaze.

“You’re so fucking pretty.”

And Kirk… well, he’s never had someone be so nice, genuinely nice, to him in bed before and it makes him a little overwhelmed. He’s so used to being called slut and whore, which is so fucking hot, in fact that’s what James calls him most of the time when they sleep together. But to have someone be gentle with him makes him completely derail and become a total pleasured-out trainwreck.

Kirk doesn’t know what to say, especially as right now he doesn’t know if he can hold his tongue long enough not to say I love you, so he’s glad when finally James pulls him down for a kiss, feeling his moustache tickle his top lip.

“I’ve got an idea,” James says when they pull away for air, and Kirk quirks an eyebrow, his smile brimming at the wild look in James’s eyes.

“I’m just gonna lie back and let you suck my cock,” he says, which is just a little disappointing, not that Kirk doesn’t like sucking James off because he definitely does, but because he thought they were going to do something new.

James lies back then, so Kirk takes that as his cue to crawl to the other end, however a hand comes to his hip.

“Stay where you are, just turn around.”

Kirk can’t help the smirk that impedes his face then because he’s sure he knows where this is going.

He’s does as he’s told, moves to hover his face over James’s cock, making sure to wiggle back so that his own hangs freely about James’s face.

James’s hands come up to knead at his cheeks, and Kirk practically purrs before licking James’s dick from root to tip.

James curses under his breath, fingers digging into the flesh of his ass, as Kirk sinks all the way down, swallowing around his length.

As he focuses on keeping James’s cock in his throat, he can feel hot breath over his own dick and wriggles his hips just to entice him further.

James laps at the head of his cock, making Kirk moan around the dick in his mouth, only to then trail his tongue down, over and under his balls-

And then… and then he pulls Kirk’s hips down roughly and goes to town on his arsehole.

Kirk chokes, pulling off to breathe as a moan is ripped through him, the feeling of James’s tongue pressed flat against his hole like heaven.

He breathes heavily, his hips thrusting down a little to try and get more of that gorgeous feeling.

“Keep going, baby,” James murmurs, though it’s muffled slightly from where he’s got his face buried in the depths of Kirk’s ass, but the guitarist gets the point.

He goes back to putting his lips around James’s cock, flicking his tongue over the frenulum just to hear him moan against his hole.

“Good boy,” James says, and he smacks a large hand over the back of Kirk’s thigh, making the younger man jolt forwards, his throat opening to take even more of James’s cock.

Kirk’s eyes practically roll into the back of his head as James dips into his hole with his wet tongue, and he can’t help but grind back against his face, throat contracting around James’s dick.

There’s drool dripping down his chin, matting the hair around James’s cock, and he bobs his head a little, letting the head drag against his cheeks as he hollows them.

James is sucking and licking at his perineum before thrusting his tongue in and out of Kirk’s hole, making him quiver and his hips move of their own accord as James pulls his cheeks apart to get even deeper.

His orgasm hits him by surprise, and he’s quickly clenching around James’s tongue, ropes of cum covering both his and James’s stomachs as he moans around the dick in his mouth.

He leaves James’s cock in his throat as he moans and drools, can feel the grin James gives against his hole before a light kiss is placed there, then he’s being lifted off of James’s cock by his hair until he’s back to straddling those beefy thighs.

He whimpers at the loss, though his jaw aches as it moves to close again, but James just shushes him, sits up behind him before holding him close around the waist, nosing at his neck.

“I don’t wanna cum like that,” he explains, but it doesn’t mean Kirk has to like it. He was perfectly fine with letting James fuck his throat to death.

He huffs a little and James chuckles.

“I’m not twenty anymore. It’s gonna take me a while before I can go for seconds, and I really wanna fuck you.”

That satisfies Kirk enough, and he twists his head to kiss James, slow and languid.

Before he can even catch his breath James flips their positions, pushing Kirk onto his back, using his arms made of pure muscle to move Kirk like he’s nothing, and if that doesn’t just make Kirk swoon even more…

Kirk instinctively wraps his legs around James’s waist, dragging him in, but James just shakes his head, leaning over to grab the bottle of lube on the night stand instead.

Kirk makes a face.

“Just because I plan on fucking you until you can’t walk, it doesn’t mean I’m not gonna be careful”.

He coats his fingers graciously in lube before slipping two fingers into Kirk’s greedy hole.

Kirk’s already slightly loose from James’s tongue, so he doesn’t really feel the stretch until a third is added. He hisses, presses down further into James’s hand, but James just shushes him, driving his fingers in slowly until they can all fit.

He doesn’t take too long then, especially when Kirk starts to whine with impatience. When he pulls his fingers out he goes to grab a rubber, Kirk’s stops him, all red faced and panting heavily.

“Wanna feel you,” is all he says, and James practically growls, moving to slick up his big cock before teasing the tip over Kirk’s entrance.

Kirk keens, wriggles his hips, and James smirks, pulling Kirk’s legs up onto his shoulders before slowly pushing in.

He feels so fucking big, and it practically punches the air from Kirk’s lungs. He scrambles for purchase, fingers moving to claw at James’s back until finally, the head pops in.

It stings a little, but Kirk doesn’t really mind, instead gyrating his hips until James finally bottoms out.

James’s breath is hot against his cheek, and he’s practically bending Kirk in half, dropping to his elbows, letting his weight sink into Kirk.

Feeling completely filled to the brim, Kirk digs his heels into James’s shoulders, urging him on.

“So fucking tight, “ James whispers, experimentally moving his hips, making Kirk gasp as his fat cock presses against his prostate.

The moan that’s punched out of him must have sounded like a klaxon , because James starts to thrust like a maniac, pushing him up the bed with every snap of his hips.

He’s drilling into him so fast it has Kirk white knuckling into James’s hair, high-pitched whimpers elicited every time James’s balls slap against his ass.

James is dragging his teeth just below Kirk’s ear, whispering praises as he rams into him at full force. Kirk feels like a rag doll, letting the older man roughly fuck into him whilst all he can do is take it and hang on for the ride.

James is grunting, starting to get close, and Kirk squeezes around him, just to hear the high whine that comes from the older man’s throat.

“So fucking close,” James groans, hips pistoning now, leaning down further, crushing Kirk’s chest as Kirk bends even further.

Kirk can feel his abused hole throb around James’s cock, can feel his prostate pulse every time James slams into it, and soon enough he’s getting close.

It’s only when James bangs at his prostate at the same time Kirk’s cock rubs between their stomachs that he comes again, silent this time, back arching as his legs quiver around James’s neck.

James fucks him through it, continuing to plow into him just to get his own well earned release.

“Where d’ya want it, baby?”

Kirk gasps, a certain thrust pressing directly into his oversensitive prostate.

“Inside,” he says, can’t even feel it in him to be ashamed at how quickly he answers that question.

James moans at that, and he only thrusts once, twice more before spills his load deep inside Kirk, pressing his hips against Kirk’s ass harshly as his cock pulses with his seed.

Kirk nearly comes again at the feeling of James painting his insides, quivering under the older man.

After a moment, James stills, face hiding in Kirk’s neck.

They’re silent for a moment before James collapses on top of him, and Kirk finds the feeling of being crushed by such a fucking unit of a dude homely and warm; like he’s being kept safe and cared for.

James moves, puts his chin on Kirk’s chest.

“So, how was it, baby?”

And Kirk is floating so peacefully in his post-orgasmic haze that he can’t help it when he says, “I love you.”

A blush spreads across James’s cheeks, and it makes him look younger. It makes Kirk wonder if James looked this gorgeous when he was his age too.

“I love you too, baby boy.”

Kirk all but melts, lets James’s arms wrap around him as James stays lying on his chest, and he kisses his forehead, fingers reaching out to brush over the thick sideburns on his cheeks.

“I don’t wanna move,” he says after a moment, an overwhelming feeling of dread settling in the pit of his stomach, but James just smiles, kisses his chest.

“That’s okay. We’ve got nowhere to be.”

He squeezes Kirk gently before reaching over the side of the bed to fish Kirk’s phone from his jeans. He flicks the switch on the side, subsequently silencing it, before tossing it back onto the nightstand.

“See? Just us.”

Kirk huffs a laugh, fiddles with the short hair behind James’s ears.

“They’re starting to figure out it’s you that keeps doing that.”

James hums, snuggles down to press his cheek against Kirk’s chest, arms hooked underneath him.

“Fuck ‘em.”

#kirk/james #metallica fanfiction #metallica #asks #smut

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tracidant · 2 years

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Trigger warnings for Major Character Death, Cancer (nothing graphic at all)

Prompt - Bruce has incurable (by normal medical standards) brain or whatever cancer.........AND GO!!!

LEGACY

When Bruce let the family know his diagnosis - inoperable brain cancer - he wasn't surprised by their reactions. Dick immediately contacted Superman. "He's your best friend and has x-ray vision. Maybe he can see what normal medical imaging can't and zap the cancer out." Tim contacted Michael Holt, aka Mr. Terrific, at S.T.A.R. Labs. Jason contacted Kori to see about using her old ship's healing chamber. Duke contacted Jefferson Pierce, to see if perhaps his ex-wife, Dr. Lynn Stewart, a neuroscientist, could help. Stephanie contacted her mom, a nurse at Gotham General. And of course, Damian contacted Talia.

"No Lazarus Pit."

"But Father, it will heal you. You aren't dead, so the...side effects...would be minimal, and certainly preferable to the alternative."

"No."

Cass made a call too. She left the room, and Bruce figured she just needed time. He'd wait a bit to go check on her.

While talking to Clark, who was nearly in tears, "There's nothing even I can do, Bruce. I'm sorry," he saw Cass return.

With Harley Quinn.

Cass motioned for everyone to leave the room, and Alfred suggested sandwiches in the kitchen. He figured no one would eat, but maybe it would give them a distraction.

"Hey, Bruce. Cass told me what was up. She thought maybe you'd want to talk to someone. I know I'm not a doctor any more, but I still have all the knowledge, and it's not like you're a traditional guy anyway, so how about we sit and chat a bit."

"Harley, I...thank you." He motioned for her to sit on the sofa and then sat next to her. "I already know about the whole stages of grief thing. I did the anger and bargaining and all that already. I've accepted this. You might be better off talking to the kids."

"You've cheated death a bazillion times, Bruce. You always find a way. Your SuperBestie is like the embodiment of hope. Are you sure you've really accepted this?"

"Yes. I see my legacy, Harley, and I'm proud. So proud of it. I see these kids who have grown so much. They're all heroes themselves, and they'll lead the next generation to be even better than this one. I've even helped a few former villains turn their lives around and become heroes." Harley blushed. "The Wayne Foundation is stronger and helping more people than ever. If this is where my story ends, I'm perfectly fine with that. I'm not sure I could do any better if I lived a hundred more years. Or a thousand."

"What about your kids?"

Bruce laughed. "They've had to deal with my death before. They have each other, their friends, and I'm sure you'll be there for them too, if they need it."

"Absolutely."

"Thank you."

"What about grandkids? Your kids are all gorgeous and most of them are over 18 now. They'll start gettin' hitched and having little ones soon. You'll miss seeing that."

Bruce got serious. "That will be my biggest regret."

Ivy put her hand on top of Bruce's. "Well I promise Auntie Harley will tell them all about their Grandpa Bruce and how he saved her and so many others. And I'll keep an eye on the kids too."

"Please do. Dick will try to hide his pain caring for the others. He'll try to do too much. I think I worry about him more than the others even. Duke has already essentially lost his parents, so he may feel some abandonment issues. Tim will try to pull away from his friends when he needs them the most. Jason and Damian will be angry, and they don't think straight when they're angry. Cass, I actually worry about the least. Her and Steph will have each other's backs. And Barbara too. Is it weird the women will probably deal with this better?"

"Not really. Men have such a societal stigma about asking for and accepting help. With women, since we're seen as weaker," Harley rolled her eyes in disgust, "it's deemed ok for us to ask for help."

Bruce thought for a bit. "If people had seen the women I've seen, they wouldn't think that way."

"Well, you're kinda a magnet for strong women. Speaking of which, have you talked to Selina yet?"

"Yes. Earlier today. Right before I told the kids. She's on her way."

"Do you have your diagnosis info from your doctor? I'd like to see it, if that's ok. Psychiatrists get a lot of neurological training too, so I know my way around the human brain. Kinda nice to be looking at it from this aspect rather than just bashing them in, ya know?"

Bruce smiled and handed her the folder. She looked it over for a few minutes.

"Well, the good news is the location might be unlucky in that's it's too hard to get to to be operable, but you should keep your mental faculties right up to the end. I'm sure that's a pretty big deal for you."

"Yes, it is. The neuro-oncologist told me as much, but it's still nice to get a second opinion."

"So, you're definitely not looking for options? It's not like you don't have access to a lot of super smart people, literally. Plus the best medical science can offer, not to mention aliens and magic and all that."

"I don't want false hope. Not for me or the kids. As you said before, I've cheated death too many times. It's my time."

"I guess there's not much more to say then. At least now, but if you do want to talk more, you can call me anytime."

Bruce stood up and Harley followed. He hugged her tightly. "Thank you, Harley."

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Five weeks later, Bruce went to sleep and never woke up. He never really lost his cognitive functions, something that everyone was grateful for. He was buried a few days later, on a perfect fall day, in the family plot next to his parents.

Cass had already taken over as the new Batman with Stephanie as her Robin, with an updated suit. A few villains laughed at first, but that didn't last long, and word soon got around that the new dynamic duo was not to be messed with.

Dick had indeed tried to take too much on himself, but Wally and Donna were there to knock some sense into him. Apparently they knocked enough sense into him that he proposed to Barbara, and they were married, and pregnant, a few months later.

Tim went to San Francisco and lived at Titans Tower full time with plans on being there by himself. Kon, Cassie, and Bart, made sure that didn't happen, even when he screamed at them to leave him alone. (He was very glad they didn't listen.) With his friends' and the family's permission, he told Bernard who he really was, and Bernard moved to the Tower a few months later. He turned out to be a pretty good Oracle for them, and eventually took the name Knightwatch.

Jefferson and Katana had gotten married and moved to Gotham. Duke moved in with them and continued as Gotham's daytime protector. He still spent a lot of time at the Manor.

Roy asked Jason to help him find Lian, which turned out to be a great distraction for him. Both Artemises joined them, the younger going by Tigress now. Jason and his Artemis eventually got together, shortly after they rescued Lian.

Damian took a while before he could go back out in costume. He wasn't doing well and tried staying in Metropolis with the Kents, but that seemed to make his anger worse. He knew going to his mother right now would be a terrible idea, and finally it was Conner that suggested a plan.

"Go to Smallville. I'm not there as much to help Ma and Pa out, and if you're working on the farm, you'll be too busy and too tired for anger. Trust me on this one."

So Damian stayed with the elder Kents for six months. After a rough settling in period, the arrangement worked out well for everyone. He found a lot of joy working with the animals especially, and started looking into veterinary schools for the future.

Alfred had lost a lot and it weighed heavily on him, but as soon as he found out Dick and Barbara were going to have a child, it was as if he'd gotten twenty years younger.

Selina and Talia bonded over their grief, and Selina ended up going to Nanda Parbat to help Talia run the League. It had never been more efficient.

When the Joker heard about Bruce Wayne's death on the news, knowing exactly who Bruce really was, he left Gotham and was never heard from again.

Harley Quinn started up a group called The Reformed with Ivy, Kite Man, Clayface, and King Shark. Mr. Freeze, the Riddler, and Bane joined them a few months later. They helped out with keeping Gotham safe, day and night. Harley tried to get them to wear matching outfits, but had to settle for everyone wearing a "B" (like the Robin "R") on their assorted suits. She stopped by Bruce's grave frequently to tell him of their adventures.

#batfamily #bruce wayne #bruce wayne has inoperable brain cancer #harley quinn #dr. harleen quinzel #bruce wayne's legacy

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ask-will-and-nico · 2 years

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“Hey, come on,” Jason said. “Whatever you’re thinking, stop it.” Nico shook his head. “I’m just so fucking tired of it,” he admitted. At this point he was about ready to go back to Luke if it meant keeping everyone else around him safe. He was so sick of running for so long and worrying that he was putting everyone he knows in danger. Was it even worth it? Would it be so bad to just say fuck it and take Luke back finally? At least he wouldn’t have to worry about all his family and friends then.

“Look, I can tell you really like this guy. So maybe that’s the motivation you need to actually get rid of Luke. Instead of just disappearing again. Because I know we’ve all missed you and I know you’re tired of running, too.” Nico pouts, though he’s sure the effect is lost with all of the tears in his eyes. He is tired of running. He just wants Luke to leave him alone. Or for someone who could actually do something about it to care.

-/-/-

“I’m so tired of putting everyone in the line of fire,” Nico said. He pulled at his hair and let out a groan. “I hate that I’m threatening everyone around me just by being here and existing. How does he even manage to keep finding me? Who’s telling him?” Nico asked. He hadn’t told absolutely anyone but his family that he was coming to New York, and Nico knew none of them would sell him out like that. Nico had even gotten a new phone with a new number after the second time he ran away so Luke couldn’t contact him. “Do you…do you think he put something in me?” Nico whispered. He honestly wouldn’t put it past Luke.

#asks #mini fic 8

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invisibleanonymousmonsters · 3 years

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Heeey! Can I request for the Father of Mine universe? Something along the lines of hickeys, maybe smeared lipstick all over their faces at an event, family dinner or something like that?

“Just skip it and stay here with me,” Jason offered as he leaned against the bathroom frame, shirtless and with his arms crossed.

He had been watching Y/N get ready for at least 15 minutes.

She was currently putting on blood red lipstick that went perfectly with her black winged eyeliner.

Jason wasn’t a big lipstick guy – mostly because it prevented him from kissing his girlfriend the way he wanted to. But he couldn’t deny that it looked incredibly sexy.

“I can’t. I promised Bruce,” Y/N explained as she looked at him through the mirror.

“There will always be other charity events,” he answered with a roll of his eyes.

But he’d had enough of keeping his distance and wrapped his arms around her from behind. He started peppering kisses on her shoulders since her dress was leaving the skin completely exposed and he just couldn’t help himself.

“You know,” she began, “you could always come with me.”

Jason stopped his kissing.

“Guess that’s a no?” Y/N sighed with a shy grin.

But she didn’t really care.

Y/N understood that Jason hated these events. To be honest, she might hate them just as much. But Bruce kept asking her and she tried to go when she could. Sometimes she needed breaks and her father understood that.

Jason ignored her question and his hands started roaming heatedly across her body.

“Don’t even think about it,” Y/N warned, immediately pushing him away.

“What? I didn’t do anything,” Jason laughed innocently.

“Not yet,” she spun around and pointed at him. “But you were going to!”

“And is that so bad?” He asked with a crooked smirk.

“It is when I’m running late. And the reason I’m late is because you couldn’t keep your hands off of me an hour ago.”

Jason tilted his head and narrowed his eyes playfully. “I didn’t exactly hear any complaints…”

Y/N couldn’t stop herself from laughing and shook her head.

No, there had definitely been absolutely no complaints from her.

“I won’t be there long,” Y/N promised.

Then she brushed past him and walked into the giant walk-in closet.

Barely even glancing at all the shoes, she grabbed a pair that matched her dress.

“Can we order pizza or something when I get back? I’ll be starving.” Y/N asked mindlessly as she slipped the shoes on, using the wall to balance herself.

Jason didn’t even realize he was staring.

But how could he not?

The dress was simple. Just a little black dress. It was a charity event after all. But it fit Y/N like a glove, hugging her in all the right places.

Her heels were at least 4 inches, putting her eye level with Jason – if not a tiny bit taller. She would be above the majority of men at the event, except for probably a small handful.

“What?” Y/N asked self consciously. “Too tall?”

“No such fucking thing,” Jason quickly answered.

Y/N usually wasn’t self conscious about her height. She kind of had to get over that back in high school when she was taller than most of the boys in her grade.

But that didn’t mean she completely stopped having slip-ups. Slip-ups that involved questioning her heels or outfit.

Thankfully, Jason was quick to remedy such situations.

“You just look so beautiful,” Jason added as he stepped forward and grabbed her hips possessively.

Y/N kissed him. “Thank you.”

But she opened her mouth to give another warning.

“You’re gonna be late,” Jason spoke for her. “I know. I know.”

Y/N tried not to laugh at her boyfriends desperation as she grabbed her clutch.

“Remember: pizza!” Y/N called over her shoulder as she walked out the door.

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Bruce and Damian were waiting for Y/N at the venue.

Dick and Tim skipped, going to these things less and less as they became fully grown men with lives of their own.

“Thank you for coming,” Bruce greeted as he kissed her on the cheek.

Y/N was about to turn her attention to Damian and give him a hug.

“What the hell is on your neck!?” The boy cried out before she could.

She blinked in surprise, completely unaware of what her half brother was talking about. Self-consciously, her hand went to the sides of her neck, not sure what she should be hiding.

“Can Todd not keep his hands to himself for 30 seconds?” Damian growled.

That’s when it clicked.

Y/N had a hickey on her neck.

“Damian, lower your voice,” Bruce warned his son.

Meanwhile, Y/N started feeling hot from embarrassment.

“Father, make him stop,” Damian whined.

To her surprise, Bruce cleared his throat uncomfortably. “Damian, Y/N is a grown woman in a relationship. She can do as she pleases.”

It was the right answer, but Y/N was still sweating from the embarrassment.

“If you’ll excuse me,” she quickly mumbled, before disappearing to the nearest bathroom.

But Y/N swore she heard Bruce continuing to scold Damian for his rudeness and for embarrassing her.

When she reached the bathroom, she lifted her head to see that she very much did have a hickey on her neck. It was perfectly hidden in the shadow of her jaw, which was why she hadn’t noticed it while getting ready. If she had, she would’ve put 5 layers of makeup on it to make sure her family didn’t notice.

Thankfully, she brought some cover up with her and quickly started going to work.

After 10 minutes, it was invisible and Y/N let out a sigh of relief.

She pulled out her cellphone, glaring at it as if were her boyfriend.

“You better start behaving. Damian and Bruce just found a hickey on my neck. I’m so fucking embarrassed,” Y/N texted to Jason.

“Who cares?”

Y/N rolled her eyes. Of course he’d answer with that.

“Call me old fashioned, but I’d prefer not remind my father and younger brother that I do in fact have a sex life.”

“A healthy, satisfied, and passionate sex life *,” Jason corrected.

Before she could respond, he texted again with, “Did you cover it up?”

“Obviously.”

“What a shame. Maybe it would’ve kept the spoiled rich boys away from you.”

“You’re on thin ice, Jason Todd.”

“Ooo. I love it when you use the full name. Gets me all hot and bothered.”

Y/N sighed and tossed her phone back into her clutch.

She’d given up on making Jason feel any bit of sympathy. That man would never feel guilty about showing the world how obsessed he was with her.

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Jason was reading on the couch when Y/N returned home.

“Hey, beautiful,” he greeted before returning to reading his book.

“Ugh. I drank too much champagne. I have the worst headache.”

“I’ll order some pizza,” Jason offered and pulled out his phone.

Y/N sighed in relief when she took off her heels and then she collapsed on the couch, laying her head on Jason’s lap as he placed their order.

Without thinking, his free hand when to her head and started massaging it, hoping it would help with her migraine.

“Hmm,” she hummed with her eyes closed. “That feels better.”

“Order has been placed,” he confirmed.

“Thank you.”

“Arrives in 30 minutes.”

She didn’t say anything, knowing exactly where he was going with it.

“What could we possibly do with 30 minutes?” Jason teased as he inched closer to her face.

She opened her eyes and giggled up at him.

“Ya know, I heard that sex helps cure migraines…”

“Does not!” Y/N yelled out.

Before she could argue with him further, his lips shut her up real quick.

For as large as Jason was, he managed to maneuver his body very gracefully, until he was hovering above Y/N while she lay comfortably on the couch.

“You look beautiful with lipstick,” Jason said it as if it was law. “But I like it even more when I ruin it,” he added with an almost evil smirk.

It was hard for Y/N to have a clever quip when he said things like that to her.

“How about I mark you up even more?” He threatened.

“Jason…” she warned.

But they both knew Y/N was pretending to be annoyed by it – or against it. When in reality, she kind of loved how obsessed Jason was with the idea.

Just when Jason hiked Y/N's dress up and was tracing her legs, someone cleared their throat.

Jason squeezed his eyes shut in frustration and actually growled. Then he quickly lowered Y/N’s dress and tried to make her modest again.

Y/N covered her face and groaned. “Please, please, please tell me Bruce is not standing at the window right now.”

Jason smirked. “And Damian.”

Y/N pushed her boyfriend off of her and sat up to face them.

There stood Batman and Robin.

Tonight was just not her night.

“You have lipstick smeared all over you,” Damian pointed out to Jason smugly.

“I’d say one day you’d see the appeal, but I’m struggling to imagine anyone ever having that kind of interest in you,” Jason shot back.

“Jason!” Y/N scolded in a yell.

Then she quickly turned to Damian with a sympathetic look, “Dami, he didn’t mean that.”

“Yeah, I did,” Jason corrected. “What do you guys want?”

“Red Robin is missing,” Bruce stated darkly.

“So…go find him,” Jason replied.

“We need your help,” Bruce clarified.

Jason groaned and rubbed his face. “Fine. But we’re setting some fucking ground rules from now on. I’m sick of you guys invading our personal space. We have a door for a reason. Use it.”

Bruce just nodded.

Then he looked down at Damian and with a glare, got him to nod, too.

“I gotta change,” Jason told them, annoyance clear in his voice.

Y/N followed him into their bedroom, to give them a moment of privacy.

“You don’t have to be so rude,” Y/N sighed as she sat on the edge of their bed.

“They spent all night with you and now they have the balls to interrupt?” Jason shot back. “And I want my damn pizza.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at him. “I promise I’ll save you some.”

Jason was in his full gear now, Red Hood helmet tucked under his arm.

He took in a deep breath, tension easing off of him as he saw how cute she was looking up from the bed at him. Her lipstick was half off her lips, but she still looked beautiful.

“Promise you’ll be careful,” her tone was nothing but serious.

“Don’t worry about me,” Jason dismissed as he leaned down at kissed her.

"And be nice to Damian."

"Never."

Jason went back to the living room where Bruce and Damian waited.

“You might want to rub some of that off,” Bruce mumbled as he turned and jumped on the window.

Jason glared at Batman’s back as he reluctantly rubbed Y/N’s lipstick off his mouth with his gloved hand.

Then he looked at Damian. “Say another word about it and I'll skin you alive.”

Damian gave him a dirty look, “I’m not scared of you.”

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citrinesparkles · 3 years

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welcome home.

jason todd x gender neutral reader. 2,086 words. notes: requested by an incredibly flattering anon as part of my hundred followers celebration! thank you again for the feedback, and for enabling me :) also was subconsciously influenced by this piece. warnings: arguing, discussion of danger, reader gets accidentally threatened, patching up wounds, lots more swearing than my usual (but it's all mild language). angst and comfort, i think. super dialogue heavy. this is so long and a little (lot) messy just. prepare yourself

"man," a robotic voice echoed dangerously through the dark living room, sending chills through you. "did you pick the wrong apartment."

luckily, the voice was familiar. "um, the one i live in?"

he choked out your name, startled, and you flicked on the light switch to find him frozen in place with a gun in his hand.

"right." you said tensely, glancing at it- which made him jerk his hand down, shoving the gun into its holster as though it burned him- and looking back up at the eyes of his helmet. "so, uh, i'll turn a light on next time."

"you shouldn't be home yet," he said stiffly.

"i texted you like, three hours ago to let you know i'd be home a day early."

he swore quietly. "my phone's in the river."

"how did it- you know what, at least that explains the radio silence. you didn't think to have someone else- anyone else- let me know?"

"uh." he paused, tensing almost imperceptibly for a moment. "no. i was, uh, i was busy. i'm sorry."

"busy, huh?" something felt very wrong, and not just the fact that he had nearly shot you. "okay, i'll bite, busy with what?"

"nothing important."

the sinking feeling in your stomach intensified and your eyes narrowed dangerously. "important enough that you forgot to tell me you weren't dead in an alley somewhere, when you knew i'd be texting to check in anyway. leaving me worrying in a hotel room in another city."

"nothing out of the ordinary, nothing to worry about." you were really getting sick of the sound of his modulator, but he continued before you could say anything. "go back to what you were doing, babe."

"yeah... uh, no." you stepped forwards and he flinched back defensively, making you freeze. "seriously, what is up with you tonight?"

"noth-"

"jason, i promise if you say nothing one more time, i'm going to lose my mind."

he shifted his foot back slightly, and you took a deep breath.

"okay," you conceded, raising your hands up in surrender and moving backwards yourself. "respecting your space now. that wasn't my best decis-"

your voice cut out when something under his jacket caught your eye.

something red.

"holy crap, jason, what the hell?"

he winced quietly. "you weren't supposed to be home yet, okay?"

"take that stupid helmet off already, would you?" you snapped, already moving to get the first aid kit.

"i would've gone somewhere else if i'd known, okay?" his voice, now clear and crisp without the filter, followed you down the hall.

"that does not make this better!"

"can you please not yell at me right now?"

you dashed back into the room, shooting a vicious glare at him. "jacket."

he slid it off gingerly, dropping it on the couch next to his helmet.

"can you get the armor, or do i need to help?"

even despite the domino mask he was wearing, you could tell he was rolling his eyes. "if i couldn't do it on my own, why would i have come here if i didn't think you'd be home?"

"hm," you took the piece he handed you and carefully set it on the couch, "maybe because you're a stubborn jackass?"

he grunted, sliding his undershirt off and passing it to you. "i don't wanna stain the couch with that."

"your priorities suck."

"it's the nicest piece of furniture we own!"

"it's still a couch!"

"it was expensive!"

"oh for crying out loud-" you threw your hands up again, this time in frustration. "fine! fine. i'll go put this in the tub and get a soak going. you-" you shoved the kit towards him pointedly- "start washing that off."

"how come you're calling the shots?" he snapped back petulantly.

"because my torso's in one piece."

"i have way more experience with this, i should be making the decisions here."

"oh, of course, my apologies!" your voice was absolutely dripping in sarcasm. "what, pray tell, would you have us do?"

he scowled at you for a moment before reaching for the first aid kit and flicking the lid open. "whatever."

you turned on your heel, stomping into the bathroom.

the shirt got thrown into the tub and the tap got tossed all the way on, and as the water crashed into the gray fabric, you took the opportunity to squeeze your eyes shut and breathe deeply.

you opened your eyes a minute later, finding the water dyed a rusty almost-red from blood.

his blood.

you turned off the tap- gently pushed the handle, this time, the fire in your chest now largely extinguished- and made your way back to the living room to find him running a rag over the space below his ribs.

"may i?" you asked softly, stopping a few feet away and holding a hand out to him.

his jaw clenched and relaxed three times in quick succession, but he finally sighed and dropped his shoulders before holding the rag out. "yeah, c'mere."

you worked in silence, being as gentle as possible. jerking your hand back and mumbling apologies when he hissed.

"s'okay, comes with the territory."

you pressed the alcohol-soaked towel back against him, and he sighed.

"that was stupid, huh."

a small laugh escaped you. "it so was."

"can we..."

"try that again?"

"yeah."

you pulled back, standing up straight to meet his eyes. "only if i can take the dumb mask off of you."

"i thought you liked the mask," he teased, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

"jason."

he chuckled, wincing again when it jostled his wounds. "ouch. uh, yeah, mask. g'head."

you gently pulled it from his face, setting it neatly on his other gear before running your thumbs across the line of adhesive it left on his cheekbones. "hi there."

"hey." he leaned into your touch, vibrant eyes fluttering halfway shut. "so uh, welcome home."

"thanks. could've done without the gun, though."

a choking sound tore from his throat, his eyes flying back open. "holy shit, baby, i almost-" he jerked back from you, no regard for his side. "you almost- shit, shit, are you- i'm so sorry, i didn't-"

"okay, woah, hey-"

"i could have killed you."

it was a whisper, horrified and harsh, and while it was technically true, his tone teetered on the edge of a dark space you had seen before and really didn't want him falling back into.

"yeah."

you desperately searched for the right thing to say, rejecting variations of "but hey, you didn't actually", "maybe you should be more careful about waving a gun at people", and one particularly unhelpful "no shit, sherlock".

finally, you settled on a quiet, calm "but i'm still right here, okay?"

his hand flew up to cover his mouth, doing absolutely nothing to hide the near panic written on his features. "i could have killed you."

"okay, so, in the future, we'll... we'll uh, we'll come up with some kind of system for letting you know when i'm home, or something."

"oh, like a phone?" he asked harshly. "the one i was stupid and sloppy enough to dunk in the harbor?"

"that wasn't- i'm guessing that you had a lot on your plate." you waved the cold, bloody towel in your hand at his wounds. it made him curl in on himself slightly, stepping backwards again until his back hit the arm of the couch.

"no excuses. i could have killed you."

"i-"

"no, i almost shot without saying anything!" he exclaimed, brow furrowed and eyes stormy. "i thought someone had broken in, and i got so- i don't even know, damn territorial or some stupid shit- that i almost put a bullet between your eyes. i could have-"

"jason!"

he screwed his eyes shut and dropped his head, roughly tugging his fingers through his hair. "i almost-"

"but you didn't. okay?" every fiber of your being wanted to hold him, to tug him into you and put his hand against your ribs and show him you were okay and breathing, heart still pumping, but he looked enough like a cornered animal that you half expected him to bite you if you tried. "c'mon, jaybird. a life like yours, can you really afford almosts?"

"life like mine, i can't afford to let anyone close to me. apparently, if the goons and thugs don't kill you, i will."

"that's not-"

"what if i hadn't said something?" he snapped venomously. "what if i'd lost more blood and was loopy from it? what if i'd come home with a concussion- again- and didn't think past 'point and shoot'?"

"jason," you finally interjected. "you think i haven't thought about that?"

his eyes, grim and vicious and so full of emotion that you thought you could drown in them, dropped to the floor.

"because it's not a secret that your life is risky. you're risky. i know that. but you're worth every ounce of danger, okay? i'm choosing this, choosing you, knowing full well what i'm getting into, because you're worth all of it."

"i'm not worth any of it."

"that's not your call to make."

"it-"

"you think i need you to make my choices for me?"

"no, of course not."

"you think im stuck here?"

"do you feel like you are?"

"absolutely not." you inched forward again. "i'm here because i want to be."

"...i just... i don't..."

"don't want me to get hurt?"

he finally looked back up at you, eyes watery and jaw tense. "or worse."

"i know, baby. i know," you sighed. "but that's part of life, right? and if the hurt's inevitable, i want the rest of my time to be as nice as possible, and you make my life better. make me better."

"by putting you in danger?"

"it's gotham, handsome, i'm gonna be in danger either way. at least with you, i know i have someone looking out for me. right?"

"always," he said immediately.

"okay then." you took the last step between the two of you slowly, watching for any resistance. meeting none, you brushed your knuckles against his. "i can't think of anywhere i'd feel safer."

"you know that's crazy, right?"

you hummed quietly. "nah."

"i'm being serious."

"me too."

he studied your face silently. you smiled softly at him.

finally, a sigh escaped him and he scooted his hand forward, wrapping his index finger around your own and squeezing gently. "you're sure you want this? i can set you up with a place downtown for a bit. you'd never have to see me again, never have to worry about... all of this."

"i've never been more sure of anything." you said it firmly, confidently, letting the words hang in the air for a few moments before popping one eyebrow up playfully. "why, need to make room for a side piece?"

a startled choking sound escaped him. "excuse me?"

"i mean, when you were talking about being busy, it felt kinda suspicious."

"what is wrong with you?" he asked, exasperation and laughter coating his voice.

"listen, you were being evasive!" his head fell forwards, resting on your shoulder as he laughed.

"i didn't want you to know i was bleeding all over the place!"

"why, didn't want me to worry?"

"exactly!"

you reached your free hand up, gently resting it on the back of his head and playing with his hair. "then maybe, just maybe, you should have gotten someone to tell me your phone went for a swim."

"fair enough."

you stood quietly for a long time, running your fingers through his hair and enjoying the feeling of his breath against your collar.

"i..." he muttered, pulling back to look in your eyes. "i don't think- um. i don't think i'm..." he groaned, gaze darting to the ceiling. "i love you. but the minute you have enough of- of all of this-"

"i won't."

"but if you do, i'll... i'll understand, okay?"

you squeezed his finger gently. "okay." you inhaled deeply, dropping the bloody towel you were still clutching and slid your hand forward to hold his completely. "can we get a bandage on that and go to bed, now?"

"....yes please."

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"wait!" you yelled, throwing the first aid kit haphazardly onto the bathroom counter and racing after him into the bedroom, where he whirled around with wide eyes. "i love you too! i never said it back- i love you too."

"don't yell like that- i thought something was wrong!"

"me not saying it back is urgently wrong, jason!"

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Jason is ruining me this season because despite all the bad shit he’s done I just want to hug him & let him know he is wanted 😫

Okay but like what if Crane actually just left Jason at Snowy Cones tied to the chair and the Titans get him back or something like that somehow they get him away from Crane & back and there’s a fight about what to do with him (mainly Gar & reader fighting to like at least get him clean before doing anything else) and idk just something soft with Jason detoxing and reader helping him and showing him people do care about him 🥺

THIS 😭

➣ pairing: jason todd x gn!reader

➣ fluff / angst

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Jason looked horrible.

You hadn't seen him since he left San Francisco with Rose, and though that was months ago, you hadn't stop thinking about him. You were mad, to say the least, but all of that was pushed aside when you heard the devastating news about him, one that almost broke you.

Redhood was the worst thing to become of Jason. You felt helpless and so aggravated that he was doing such things, but at the same time, you knew it was not his fault. It was Crane's, and everyone knew it too.

Tonight's mission was to take down Crane and 'Redhood's' mission to distribute the anti-fear drug, putting all your energy into fighting the guards. Perhaps it was your anger towards Jason that got you through. He had become the person that he solemnly swore he'd never become. But here he is.

But as your nearly teary eyes gaze sullenly at his sunken face, which is wet with drool and god knows what else, you know the right thing to do.

"Jesus Christ," Gar mumbles as he stands beside you, looking at the mess of a boy Crane left behind.

"We need to get him out of here," you glance over at him. He nods in agreement, unable to peel his eyes away.

"Tell me what we need to do,"

"Guys, stop." Dick cautions, putting his hands on either of your shoulders. Gar and you look at each other before glancing back at Dick. "It could be a trap."

"We can't just leave him here!" You shriek in disbelief.

"We don't know what Crane has up his sleeve right now. The best thing for us to do is to leave him here."

"Absolutely fucking not," Gar grits his teeth, knuckles almost clenching in a fist. "He's coming with us."

Jason coughs himself awake, eyes rolling as he slips in and out of consciousness. You crouch beside him, taking his hand in yours.

"Jason, can you hear me?" You ask softly, ignoring Dick's sigh of discontentment from behind you. Jason groans, eyes slowly dragging up to meet yours.

"[y/n]," he slurs with a raspy voice. You gulp and pull yourself together, knowing that now is not the time to have a breakdown.

"Yes, darling, it's me. We're gonna get you out of here, okay?"

"Hey, buddy, you doing alright?" Gar kneels on the other side of him. You run out to the car, only to return with a wet cloth and further bickering from Gar and Dick.

"We're at least cleaning him up," you snarl at him before crouching beside Jason. In your head, you count to ten, trying to find anything to distract your eyes from pricking with tears. God, he really does look awful up close. You dab his chin, wiping off the drool that drips from the corner of his mouth.

"Uh, what is going here?" Kory asks with Conner and Blackfire behind her. She stops in her tracks when she notices you and Gar, tending to Jason with such care, a sense of fear runs over her.

"I'm trying to warn them, but they're not listening," Dick murmurs to her.

"Guys, no, stop it. We need to go," she tries and pulls you away from Jason.

"Get off of me!" You almost yell, swatting her away before putting the cloth down. You move behind him and help Gar untie the rope from around Jason's waist.

"Stop and think for a second!" Kory snaps. "He could be a weapon; you don't know that."

"Yeah, and you don't either," your voice slick with venom. You were so sick of everyone blaming Jason for everything when none of them even remotely believed that they had something to do with his meltdown. "We are getting him out of here. End of story."

"[y/n]…" Dick sighs, approaching you and Gar slowly.

"No, enough. I've had it with all of you giving up on Jason like he's some piece of disposable waste. What was your speech a year ago about not giving up on family? You really seem to live up to that, now, don't you," Gar snaps.

"I-"Dick sighs again. "I know, okay. But as I said before, we all know he's working under the guise of Crane. We don't know if Jason is just a ploy, okay? It's safer—"

"For who? You or Jason? Because from the way I see it, Jason is being manipulated. You said it yourself. The best thing we can do is save him now before it's really too late," you sigh. "Now, can we please stop fighting and help him into the car, for fucks sake," you roll your eyes, having enough of this bickering. The sooner you all get out, the better.

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Barbara helps you hook Jason up to an IV drip. He lays in his bed, so entirely out of it, you're not even sure if he's ever going to be okay again.

"Are you okay?" Babs consoles, knowing that this has certainly not easy for you. She knew you have been taking this the hardest out of everyone. Being one of Jason's closest friends, your time in Gotham has been spent grieving and wishing you were all in San Francisco and normal again.

Your lip trembled, eyes overflowing with tears that wet your cheeks. You practically collapse on the chair beside the bed, and Babs pulls you into her.

"I hate seeing him like this," you sob, arms stretching around her. She rubs your back, letting out gentle coos to help you calm down.

"You should go join the others," you smile weakly, pulling away and wiping your eyes.

"Are you sure? I can stay here if you need me to?"

"It's okay. Please, go enjoy tonight's successes."

She rubs your arm, apology laced in her touch before she makes her way to the kitchen, closing the door behind her. Your head drops onto the mattress beside his body. How could you have let this happen? Was this your fault too?

“[y/n]?” Jason coughs, and you swear you've never lifted your head faster.

"Hey," you smile weakly, taking his hand in yours. "How're you doing?"

"Oh, you know, pretty damn fucking great if you ask me," he scoffs. You don't mean to, but a minor chuckle releases from your throat.

"Here, you should probably have some water," you hand him a glass, and he looks at it with caution. "I haven't done anything to it if that's what you're concerned about."

He hums before gulping it all down.

"Jason," your lips trembles once again. "I'm so sorry."

Jason doesn't say anything. He rests back onto the pillow, staring up at the ceiling.

"Why're you doing this? Don't think I'm coming back to you guys because I'm not."

"Because I care."

"Do you?" He turns to look at you.

"You know," you chuckle, looking down at your fingers. "I had the biggest crush on you. Of course, I never had the guts to say anything; you were too special of a friend for me to ruin that."

"How do I know that you're not lying?"

"Because I'm the one who saved you back there. I wasn't going to leave you, I would never to that."

There is a moment of silence that surpasses you both; neither of you knew what to say. Was he to thank you or be mad at you?

"I should probably let you rest," you cough slightly before standing up.

"Wait," Jason takes your hand in his. "Stay. Please?"

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