tags — 18+ minors dni | f!reader, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), teasing, begging, slight choking, kinda rough sex, pet names (doll), creampie (0.7k wc)
jason has you spread open beneath him, legs hooked over his thighs as his free hand grips your hip. his thumb presses into the soft flesh, holding you open while he rocks his swollen head against your throbbing clit.
his cock is thick and heavy between your folds, gliding through the mess of his precum mixing with your slick. jason drags the flushed head of his cock up through your glistening arousal, coating every thick inch until he’s covered.
you whimper pitifully, hips twitching uselessly as you try to chase him. jason chuckles shakily, slapping your clit with his cock. your whole body jerks, a high, needy moan ripping from your throat as the heavy weight of it lands against your sensitive bundle of nerves.
he continues to drag his cock through the mess between the both of you and the lewd sound of it causes another whine to tumble from your lips.
“such pretty noises,” he rasps.
“jay…” your voice cracks.
his hips jerk involuntarily and his tip catches at your entrance, stretching you open before he pulls back again. he rolls his hips slowly, sliding the swollen head inside you once more and stilling. jason’s eyes flutter shut as he relishes in the sensation of your warm cunt fluttering around him and trying to pull him in deeper.
its absolute torture as he drags his hips back, pulling out and pressing only the tip back inside. over and over. you reach down, fingers brushing through the slick between your bodies and circle your clit to try and dim the deep, empty ache of wanting him.
your thighs tremble, voice turning hoarse from begging for just a little more and only when you’re nearly sobbing his name does jason finally give in. his hand slides up from your thigh, up your side until it's wrapped around your throat.
“so impatient,” he tuts, surging forward in one long, relentless thrust, burying himself to the hilt.
“Oh, fuck,” you gasp, your whole body going rigid as he splits you open, stretching you wide, forcing you to take every thick, pulsing inch.
his hand tightens around your throat, tilting your head up and forcing you to look into his eyes as you take him. a filthy squelch merges with jason’s guttural groan as he bottoms out, his hips flush against yours.
“happy now, doll?” he grunts, pulling back only to roll his hips back into you again, harder.
he sets a punishing rhythm, hips driving deep and knocking the air from your lungs. jason groans under his breath, watching the way you struggle to take him. each thrust is loud and wet, the slap of skin on skin filling your bedroom.
your mouth falls open, a silent, helpless whimper slipping past your lips. you can’t speak, can’t breathe, can’t think—any chance of a coherent thought disappears as your mind goes blank.
your moans break into choked off whimpers as he angles his hips to hit that spot that makes you see stars. your head spins, your whole body trembling as heat coils tight in your belly. your nails sink into his shoulders, legs trembling around his waist, as your orgasm crashes over you.
it’s overwhelming as wave after wave of white-hot pleasure ripples through you. jason groans, his hand dropping from your throat and landing on your thigh as he fucks you through it—dragging out every last drop of your release until your cunt is twitching around him.
jason isn’t far behind you. he can feel his release approaching, his cock throbbing and straining inside you with every little clench of your overstimulated cunt making his hips stutter.
his rhythm turns desperate, frantic, as he chases his own release. with a sharp, wrecked groan, the pressure hits him all at once. his hips jerk, snapping forward one last time as he drives his cock deep—pulsing thick ropes of cum inside you, painting your walls and filling you up until you’re dripping all over the mattress.
jason’s fingers are bruising against your skin as he continues to slowly rock his hips until you’re both a wrecked, sweaty mess. one of your hands reaches up into his hair, curling into the sweat-dampened strands.
“just the tip, huh?” you tease breathlessly.
“shut up,” jason chuckles, hiding his face in the crook of your neck and gently nipping your skin.
note — post #2 for my 1k celebration!
(req) — can you write something for jason todd… literally anything (i need him)
Summary: when you don’t show up to work, Clark stops by your house to make sure you’re okay, only to find you sick in bed
Word Count: 1.2k
Content/CW -> gn! reader, takes place around superman #38, sick! reader + typical sick stuff, reader works at the comic store w clark, hurt/comfort
— requested as part of my neglect week event
froggi yaps -> whoever first decided to request superboy prime struck something inside me because now he’s living rent free in my head :,) since this one was my choice i decide some hurt/comfort would be fun! hope you enjoy <3
Clark’s always teasing you.
He’s always making jokes at your expense, smiling coyly and commenting on whatever comic you’re reading now, leaning over your shoulder to read and laughing when you get flustered. It’s a routine for him, something he’s grown used to during your shifts together.
More than that. It’s comforting. It helps him get through the day even when he’s late from Superboy-ing around, helps him keep even after he’s gotten lectured by the boss for the umpteenth time.
Except you’re not here today.
He noticed your absence immediately, and had already asked around about you only for your boss to shrug his shoulders and say you weren’t coming in today. Clark had tried to ask more questions but the boss just brushed him off, sending him to the back to bag and board more comics.
Still, even as he dives into what was usually his favorite task, Clark can’t stop thinking about you. He misses you, really. Misses your laughter when you tease him, the way you huff and cross your arms over your chest and mutter a quick, ‘that’s not funny’.
His shift drags on, the little texts he sends to you throughout the day going unanswered. It only makes him worry more—what could possibly be going on that you don’t have your phone?
He doesn’t even bother to go home after work, instead, he’s on his way to your place. He’s nervous, flying instead of walking because he can’t shake the feeling that something is horribly wrong with you. That you need him.
It’s a small victory that your living room window is unlocked, though Clark finds no comfort in that. Isn’t he always telling you to lock up tight?
He swallows it back, persisting into the warmth of your living room and locking the window behind him. He calls your name, noticing the distinct emptiness to your house.
You don’t answer.
He calls out for you again, footsteps light as he makes his way into the hallway. Still, there’s no answer. Clark’s frown only deepens.
He knocks gently at your bedroom door. “Hey, you in here?”
No answer.
He pushes it open, slow and careful so as not to walk in on anything he shouldn’t, only to find you laid out in your bed. You’re curled up in a ball, buried under so many blankets that Clark can barely make out your form.
He calls your name again, voice softer this time. You stir slightly, arms curling in to rub at your eyes.
You blink into the darkness. “CK?”
He cringes at the sound of your voice—all scratchy and dry, sounding like every syllable hurts you. He catches a glimpse of you with his xray vision, frowning when he notices the spike in your temperature.
Sick, he realizes. You’re sick.
“What’re you—” You cough, clearing your achy throat, “what’re you doing here?”
“Was in the neighborhood, just thought I’d check in and all.”
You squint, trying to decipher the expression on his face through your bleary eyes. “Neighborhood? You live seven blocks in the opposite direction.”
“Nevermind that.”
You prop yourself up, body aching in protest, and kick away some of the blankets. You’ve been like this all day, completely laid out in your bed, in pain and hoping for a respite.
“You didn’t come into work today,” he leans against the doorframe.
A pained smile comes to your dry lips. “You were worried.”
“I was not.”
“Worry not, Clark.” You shiver slightly, the cold seeping in from the cracks in your blanket. “It’s just a cold.”
“You’re shivering.”
“I’m aware.”
“Do you need anything? Have you even eaten today?”
You shake your head, a sheepish look on your face. “Didn’t want to get up,” you admit, defeated. “Body hurts so bad.”
He pauses, thinking back to what he needed when he was sick as a kid. Gingerale, plain crackers, cough syrup. A cold cloth on his forehead and someone to tell him he’d be okay. His heart sinks at the thought of you sitting here alone all day.
“What about water? Medicine?”
Again, you shake your head. Clark bites back the urge to tease you, to ask if you were just planning on dying alone in here.
“Hang tight, alright? I’ll be right back.”
It’s a half hour before Clark returns, a plastic bag hanging from his arm. You’re already half-asleep again, curled under your pile of blankets and somehow still shivering.
Your eyes open at the familiar click of your lamp flickering to life. “Clark?”
“Mhm, just me,” he says, rifling through the bag and unpacking its contents onto your nightstand. “Brought you some stuff.”
Pressing a gentle hand to the small of your back, Clark helps you sit up in bed, propping you up against your headboard. His hand lingers on the warm fabric of your shirt.
“First things first: drugs. And sorry, not the fun kind.”
You laugh a little, ribs aching horribly. Clark grabs the water he brought you off your nightstand and brings it to your lips. You swallow a big gulp before he replaces it with his palm, two blue pills resting against the skin.
You tip your head back, swallowing the pills despite the searing pain they bring to your throat. You wince, and Clark’s lips purse into a frown.
“I brought you some ginger ale too,” he gestures to the shiny green bottle on your bedside table. “And there’s lots more medicine.”
“Thanks, Clark.”
He pulls away, the sudden lack of his warmth leaving you cold. A shiver rolls through your body, limbs shaking as you desperately draw them inwards in an attempt to conceal your warmth.
He gets one step away from the bed before turning back to you. “Are you sure you’re not gonna die without me?”
“Y-yeah,” you say, but you’re shivering so badly it comes out as a stutter.
“Do you always have to be so stubborn?”
You’re too tired, too cold and too sick to think of a retort, though Clark yearns for your usual snarkiness. He sighs, kicking off his shoes.
“W-what are you doing?”
“Staying.”
You look at him with glassy eyes. “You’re gonna get sick.”
He flexes a bicep, flashing you that playful grin. “Kryptonian physiology, do your worst.”
You sigh, relaxing back into your pillows and watching as Clark shuffles over to the other side of your bed, lifting a corner of your comforter—buried under half a dozen throw blankets—and sliding under. He reaches an arm out to you, the warmth of his skin already radiating through your bed.
“C’mere.”
“You don’t—don’t have to.”
He rolls his eyes. “I’m not gonna sit here and let you freeze to death, work would be so boring without you.”
Among other things, he thinks, though he doesn’t dare say it out loud.
You roll into him, letting his strong arms draw you into his chest. The scent of his deodorant and body wash is just strong enough to seep through your congested nose, the scent a comfort to you. You rest your head against his shoulder, the shivering that’s plagued you slowly fading away.
Clark holds you tightly, resting his own chin above your head, trying to cover as much of your body as he can with his. Slowly, he feels your breathing even out, feels the tenseness of your muscles fade, feels you fall asleep in his arms.
He waits, holding his breath for minutes until finally, he can’t take it anymore. “Sleep well, angel,” he mumbles, brushing his lips over your scorching hot forehead.
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(18+ | mdni) Grinding on your man while he's in uniform ♡ (gender not specificed but + afab)
He paused in his movements when you palmed his bulge through the fabric of his uniform, he looked at you with a hint of desire but mostly surprise- your boyfriend is aware of your clingy nature but he didn't expect you to need him two seconds before he leaves for work.
"Need something?" His earlier surprised look shifted into a cocky grin, his eyes trailed all over your figure. Your hand traveled to his chest to gently press him against the wall, looking up at him with visible desire. "I'll make it quick." You whispered, pulling him closer by his collar. Without warning, he smashed his lips against yours- lips dancing in a passionate kiss while his hand traveled to rest on your lower back, pulling you firmly against him. Desperate to seek friction, your hips grinded against his bulge, letting out soft moans in his ear.
He returned the favor by mimicking your movements, pressing his erection against your wet, clothed core. He let out groans of satisfaction, whispering praises in your ear while the movement of your hips colliding are borderline sinful. "So good, baby." He breathed out- just by feeling your hips against his, it was enough to make him cum in his pants. Feeling more bold, you pulled his head towards your breasts— you earned a satisfied moan from him, eagerly kissing and sucking— his hand extracted from your hips to give attention to your breasts. His moans sent jolts of pleasure coursing through your veins. Your hips had a mind of their own, continuing to rock against his, desperate to chase your release.
He then lifted his head to face you, "Baby, wait—" he breathed out, not being able to control his moans because of how good your hips feel against him. You continued grinding against him anyway, desperately wanting to please your boyfriend before he goes off to work. "I'm gonna—" he lets a loud, satisfied moan at the final movement of your little dance. You feel his breath fanning against your face, the pure bliss visible in his handsome features.
"Satisfied?" You questioned, your voice slightly teasing as he adjusted his pants, though, he may have to change because of the visible wetness. "I got carried away, sorry.
He gave you a dismissive wave at your apology, "Don't." He whispered, his hand reaching out to palm your cheek, thumb stroking at the softness of your skin. "I'll make sure to properly take care of you when I get home." He added before giving the side of your lips an affectionate peck. "But I gotta change my pants first. Your fault."
Or: The one where you text your bf because you need ransom money
Includes: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Wally West, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent and John Constantine
Warnings: No real warnings // Requested here by anon <3
Morph's thoughts: had so much fun making these. Just so you know Bruce's is the shortest just because i feel like being kidnapped would happen all too often lol just your usual wednesday afternoon.
Summary - Jason plans out a whole proposal only to forget everything when he gets down on one knee.
Jason has always been a planner. Even when he was young he took comfort in making a plan. It makes him feel more confident in himself and in his abilities if he can make a plan and at least a dozen contingencies for said plan.
So when it came to him proposing to you he planned it out for months in advance.
You had begun dropping hints after your third anniversary, staring too long at rings in the windows of a jewelry store, making a secret wedding Pinterest board that he found open on accident on your phone, bringing up the future often.
Jason would be an idiot to not see your hints and come hell or high water he was going to make it happen.
So he started planning out the best date and time to propose to you. He probably looked a little crazy to his siblings as he set up a cork board in one of his many safe houses with ideas and dates.
Dick was the only one that thought his planning was sweet, everyone else thought he was stressing out about your answer. And maybe in a different time he would be but after three years of you staying and reassuring him that you wanted him he was sure that you would say yes.
He had the ring custom made with your anniversary etched on the inside of the band and a garnet in the center alongside two small diamonds. Dick and Roy had helped him pick it out, they argued most of the time but in they end helped, three months before he planned to propose.
There were multiple phone calls from his brother and best friend to hype him up in the two days before he planned to propose. He had outwardly scoffed at them calling him to tell him that you would obviously say yes but inwardly he appreciated the support.
When you walk out of your shared bedroom he almost gets on one knee there. You look radiant and Jason almost forgets his whole plan. He restrains himself because him proposing before dinner wasn’t planned.
First, Jason takes you to the bookshop where you met and has become a semi-frequent date spot.
It’s a small hole in the wall shop that really only people know in the upper east side know about. He knows the owner, an older woman named Meredith whose family had this shop for generations, and she was extremely excited to know that you two were getting engaged. She keeps it a secret for him but does give him a discount on the books you end up buying.
He really enjoys watching you read through the backs of books with a slight pinch between your brows. You eventually end up getting two since you couldn’t decide between them.
After you finish up at the book store he takes you a couple blocks down to an Italian restaurant that he knows is a front for the mafia but makes the best cannolis he has ever had so he lets it slide. You talk about your work, friends and anything else that comes to mind and Jason is happy to watch you talk.
When the check is dropped off by a gruff looking guy who gives Jason a knowing smile you reach for it and Jason lightly smacks your hand away from it.
“Nope.” He states simply.
“Jay-” You go to protest with a frown on your face.
“Nope!” His voice increases in volume as he takes the bill away from your hands.
You give him a huff and an eye roll before giving in. Jason feels particularly accomplished as he walks up to pay the bill.
Once the bill is settled Jason leads you back to your building and up to the roof.
He had some help decorating the roof since he was with you for most of the day. Steph and Cass had taken point on that because Steph had told him that his taste was tragic, Cass had agreed before pulling out Bruce’s credit card that she swiped off of him somehow.
“Jason.” You gasp softly at the lit up rooftop decorated with pillows and blankets for stargazing. “This is beautiful.”
He runs his hand over the back of his neck in embarrassment, “I just came up with the idea, Steph and Cass set everything up.”
You squeeze his hand softly, “You still thought of it and that’s what matters.”
Jason takes a deep breath, reaching for the ring box in his pocket. “I also have something else.”
You get a confused pinch between your brows that evens out into shock as Jason gets down on one knee.
He goes to say the long speech he had planned, the one where he told you how much you mean to him, how you love him the way he is, how you make him want to live again rather then just survive. Jason had pondered what to say for months.
But now as he look up into your shocked face and teary eyes his brain stutters to a stop.
“Please?” Jason breathes out, no other words in his mind.
“Yes.” You sob and throw yourself into his arms. “Yes! Oh my god Jay. Yes.”
Jason holds you with a smile on his face that’s so wide it hurts because you love him when he has a plan and even when he doesn’t.
Blue’s Notes - Late night update inspired by this post! It’s so Jason that I couldn’t not write it.
dick getting eaten out by you - that's the whole title :3
(dick grayson x ftm! reader/t4t relationship)
sub dick grayson and slight dom reader shh
Your head is nestled in between Dick Grayson's thighs, your nose nuzzled against his pubic hair as your tongue flattened to lick one long stripe on his clit; you looked up to see his blissful expressions before feeling his strong hand getting tangled in your hair as he eagerly grinds against your face, his moans of pleasure increased in volume; throwing his head back at how your talented fingers and mouth are getting him closer to his climax.
"Oh God, baby—!" He managed to gasp out, his thighs instinctively wrapped tightly around your head. "So fucking good." That small praise had motivated you to speed up the pace of your fingers that were thrusting inside him. His words were incoherent, you could barely make out what they were but his body language alone makes it clear that he's getting close.
"Gonna cum?" You cooed, pausing your relentless motions of your tongue on his pussy, he whined at the sudden loss of contact, though, he could barely form words; only gave you an eager nod as a response- his cunt clenching around your curled fingers when you finally resumed your actions. The sounds of his sweet desperate moans made you grind against the soft mattress, the vibrations of your moans against his pussy sent a high amount of pleasure through him.
He moaned out variations of "baby, please" "let me cum" that you could barely comprehend but remained determined anyway. After one final thrust of your fingers, his abdomen convulsed; he felt a wave of immense pleasure coursing through him when warm ropes of cum made contact with you, "Ah—! Good boy good boy good boy-" he moaned out, he'll never stop praising you despite you being in a dominant role. You extract your fingers out of his cunt to taste his release, subtly smirking to yourself at how you got him to cum in such a short amount of time.
Dick's thighs loosened around you, panting as his brain slowly becomes foggy. "Never thought you had it in you." He teased, weakly, patting the spot beside him. You complied, letting his arms immediately wrap tightly around you before you even get to properly nuzzle beside him. He let out a hum in contentment, lifting his head to pepper kisses all over your face- you quietly giggle when his lips formed into a smile before slowly pulling away to admire your face. The handsome face he loves waking up next to.
"I love you so much, baby." He looks at you with utter devotion combined with a hint of vulnerability in his eyes, he pulled you closer against his chest when you replied, "I love you too, Dick." His heart beat significantly faster when he heard those words. "But seriously, didn't know you ate pussy so well."
sfw! — jason todd x ftm! reader + just jason being a cuddle bunny
For someone who looks like he could split you in half in a swift motion, you never expect him to be such a needy lover. The only time you didn't feel his hands all over you is when he's out for patrol or during your work shifts. To him, it's a reassurance that you're actually here with him— that alone brings him comfort, which explains why he'd let out a childish whine whenever you pull away from him- even though you needed to use the bathroom.
Even absentmindedly, he would trace small circles on your chest where your top surgery scar is with his thumb when you're both topless, scrolling through your phones or even watching a movie. A delicate touch that's only reserved for you, his obsession with feeling your skin against his made you think that his hands had a mind of their own— it might as well be true.
You love how he looks up at you with pure love and admiration, his arms wrapped tightly around you with no intention of letting go anytime soon— he loves whispering reassurances and sweet nothings as his warm breath tickles against your skin, "My sweet boy." He presses his lips on your shoulder, "I love you so much, you don't understand." you could never overthink about how he's feeling - because every single one of his actions always betrays him.
Johnny Storm hates it when you hide your face from him :(
warnings : nsfw (mdni) — johnny storm x ftm! reader, missionary <3
Your face is contorted in pleasure as you feel Johnny's cock thrusting inside you, practically sucking him in. Your heart starts beating even faster when he leans close to your ear, "You like that, baby? Want me to go faster?" His breath tickled against your skin— you nodded in response, your palms remain covering half of your face- which made his lips form a frown. His earlier cocky expression had faded, replaced with a look of concern — his hand reached out to yours in an attempt to pull them away from your face.
"Angel?" His slowed thrusts had stopped, his cock still nuzzling inside you. "Everything okay?" His tone had softened significantly, the Johnny who cares deeply about your comfort and wellbeing. You were struggling to form words, overwhelmed by his caring tone combined with your own insecurities. He's aware of how self conscious you are — though it pains him that you think so lowly of yourself. To him, you're the cutest boy he had ever seen.
"I'm sorry. It's just-" you paused, your features are now exposed to him. His expression showed pure admiration, which helped you gain courage to let your feelings out. "I hate what I look like during- you know." Your lips formed into a nervous smile, luckily Johnny immediately knew what you were trying to say. At first, he stayed quiet- bringing your hand closer to press his lips against your knuckles.
He stared at you for a while, taking in your facial features and your bare figure. He felt his cheeks heat up when you caught him admiring you in all your glory, he snapped out of his little trance. "Sorry." He chuckled nervously, leaning down to rest his chin against your sternum. "Nothing turns me on more than knowing I'm the one making you feel good. Your face looks extra cute when I'm balls deep inside you." You playfully gave him a light slap on the shoulder, "I'm serious. Who told you to look all cute for me?"
"Okay, Johnny." You slightly cringed at his words, but there's no denying that hearing those words coming out of his mouth hits you significantly harder than any "You're gorgeous" compliment. He expects you to fully believe him every time he compliments you. He feels absolutely offended when somebody questions his amazing taste in men— though he didn't expect it to be his own boyfriend.
"Jokes aside." His voice dropped an octave, his eyes narrowing slightly when he looked deep in your eyes. "Baby, I get awestruck just by looking at you." He leaned in to kiss your cheek, before moving to the side of your lips, forehead, then every part of your face — to reassure you that he's obsessed with every inch of you. "My— handsome boy." You giggled when you felt his lips lingering against your skin, which caused him to have the same reaction as yours.
"I could stare at your face for hours." He whispers while stroking his thumb against your cheek, a tender smile spread across his lips. "You're so swee-" you got cut off by your own pleasurable gasp when you felt his cock hardening. "Johnny?"
//cw// MDNI, adult toys, sub!dick grayson, light dom!reader, kind of a college au?? fluff and smut, not really a lot to mention
//synopsis// You and Dick have a lazy afternoon in Dick's college dorm but things heat up when you find something in Dick's room you probably were not meant to see. - wc: 1.1k
//ao3//
It was a lazy Saturday afternoon and you were having a sit-com marathon on Dick’s couch in his college dorm room. Snuggled up under a cozy blanket, his whole weight on top of you as you lay on the couch, head on your chest. His breathing was gentle as you brushed your fingers through his hair. You kissed the top of his head, smelling his fruit scented hair product. He groaned softly, nuzzling further into your chest, completely abandoning the show and slowly falling asleep.
You had also abandoned the show at this point, it was more just background noise as you both had seen the show a million times before. You were scrolling on your phone, resting your arms on his back when the screen suddenly read ‘battery low’.
“Ah shit, Dick do you have a charger I can use? I forgot to bring mine.”
He grumbled and lifted his head, “yeah um, somewhere in my bedroom.”
“Very descriptive, thank you. Now get offa me.”
“Mmm no…” he protested as he held onto you tighter.
“Dick, c’mon. It’ll be 5 seconds.”
“Alright, alright.” he lifted himself off of you leaving you quite cold. He curled up with the blanket on the opposite end of the couch, looking at the tv screen.
You made your way to Dick’s bedroom which was just down the hall and scanned the room for a charger. You spotted it plugged into the wall beside his bed and knelt down to connect your phone. While you were down there, you noticed his bedside table drawer was open and something inside caught your eye. It wasn’t really at all like you to do this but you opened the drawer further to reveal some normal things like chapstick and journal but one thing stood out…
“Is that what I think it is… stop.”
A clear silicone fleshlight. Dick Grayson owned a fleshlight.
Your mouth fell open in disbelief but quickly turned into a twisted smile as you let out a small chuckle. Probably crossing a boundary, you picked it up and looked down the barrel that was covered by the lid; it looked clean. Dick was always really clean and tidy.
You walked out of the room, toy still in hand, and practically skipped back to the living room. You stood in front of him, holding it up, looking a little too giddy.
“What is this…?”
Dick looked away from the tv and instantly turned completely red.
“I- uhh… where did you find that? W-why are you smiling?”
You didn’t say a word, you just sauntered closer and removed the blanket that was covering Dick’s lap, revealing a steadily growing bulge. You got down on your knees between his and twisted off the top of the toy.
“What are you doing…?” Dick looked at you quizzically.
The teen wonder’s protest ended quickly as you reached into the opening in his pyjama bottoms and pulled out his throbbing cock, already leaking precum. You smiled to yourself before giving him a couple pumps and picking up his slick with your thumb. He whined and bucked up into your hand.
You let go of him as you let some saliva fall into the hole of the toy, lubing it up. His cock twitched at the sight and he gasped as you lined up the entrance with his head. You slid the silicone down his shaft, making a slick wet sound as he bottomed out and almost filled the entire toy.
You looked into his eyes as he looked back down at you in disbelief.
“You want me to keep going?”
He nodded.
You started to pump the toy, twisting it slightly at a steady pace. The sound of it was obscene as Dick gripped the blanket beside him in a fist and made the cutest little whines.
“Ah- oh fuck…” Dick whispered under his breath.
“Do you think of me when you use this?”
The question caught him off guard, “I- what…?”
“When you’re sitting in your bed jerking off with this thing, do you think of me?”
His thighs twitched and his grip tightened on the blanket as he tried to make a coherent thought.
“W-would you be mad if I said yes?”
“Now why would you think I’d be mad? I just wish you’d sent me videos.”
His head lulled back as your pace quickened and he made the sweetest whimpers that made your clit throb with heat.
“I’m- I’m gonna cum, fuck,” Dick whined.
You lifted the silicone all the way off his throbbing cock and it jumped with the sudden loss of stimulation. Dick looked down at you with confusion amidst the haze.
“Don’t.”
A sudden understanding washed away the confusion.
He nodded, “okay.”
“Good boy.”
You smiled to yourself before teasing his head with the entrance just to hear him whimper and to feel him squirm under your touch. Slamming the toy all the way back down, Dick let out a broken cry and you could feel his cock twitch.
“Please.”
You pulled the toy away again.
“Not yet, a couple more for me okay?”
“Okay…” he replied weakly.
His head was red and throbbing, it looked so sensitive and it jumped in anticipation before you slowly slid the toy back down his shaft. You looked up to see a tear rolling down Dick’s cheek but he was smiling and not focused on anything, completely blissed out.
You pumped as the toy made pornographic sounds against his skin and his whines became louder and more desperate.
“Fuck, fuck.”
You lifted the toy, “C’mon, Dick. You can do it.”
“I dunno if I can hold it, please let me cum,” he begged.
“You’re so cute like this.”
“Please.”
“Alright.”
You pushed the toy down slowly and watched as his eyes rolled back and his mouth opened. He gasped as his head hit the end of the toy. His hand reached for your free one, grasping it and holding on tight.
With a whimper and a mumble that sounded like Im cumming but garbled by ecstasy, he came. Sticky white ropes shot into the toy, you saw it fill up and drip down his length.
“Good boy,” you remarked as you pulled the silicone away from his sensitive cock, now going soft.
His cum dripped a little out of the toy before you tipped it upward to keep it from dripping all over the place.
“Might as well get this cleaned up, huh?”
Dick said nothing but mewl of agreement, his head fell back on the backrest of the couch as his dick softened against his pyjama pants.
t4t with Jason, your periods have synced so you’re miserable together ♡
notes & tags: general ♡ t4t couple (duh), ftm!reader, ftm!Jason, non-sexual nudity, showering together, dysphoria, fluff, roughly 600 words
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Late night walks to the corner shop under his apartment—you walk in, in your PJs, looking dishevelled as hell, miserable, both radiating an aura of annoyance that can be felt from miles away. You quietly browse the aisles for snacks and drinks and period products, hand in hand. A man ducks his head and scurries out the aisle when he accidentally bumps into Jason and gets glared down. His fuzzy pink pyjama pants and slippers don’t really soften his general demeanour.
You both shuffle over to the till and dump all your stuff in front of the cashier who’s trying to be nice and social despite the late hour.
‘Pampering the girlfriend?’
Jason just cocks his head as you rest your own against his shoulder.
‘No?’
Jason leaves a $50 bill on the counter and you both scramble to collect your new hoard of stuff and book it back to his.
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Laying on top of Jason with a heating pad wedged between the two of you—it’s the only one you own and you were both sick of arguing that the other deserved it more: so this was the compromise. Jason lazily rubbing your back as he rests a book on your shoulder blades, softly reading aloud to you as you doze off against his chest, head tucked into his neck, occasionally brushing your nose along his jaw or kissing his throat.
Being gently shaken awake a couple hours later to find that you had bled through everything. Jason gently helping you up and steering you towards the bathroom before you can even process the embarrassment or shame of both of you being covered in your blood. His hands are so gentle as he helps you undress and get into the shower—he steps in behind you. You’re too tired to even stare but it’s hard not to notice how beautiful he is, especially when he kneels in front of you to help you wash the blood off the inside of your thighs.
You’re both dried and dressed half an hour later, bundled in layers and shuffling back to bed—you switch out the bloodstained towel for a new one. You settle down beside each other—the hot water bottle, no longer hot, now sits on the floor beside your bloodied clothes and towels. Jason’s kissing away any apologies you begin to mumble out sleepily, he’s not hearing any of it, grumbling something about shutting up and going to sleep instead.
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Taking turns massaging out each other’s cramps—complaining about the pain, only for Jason to absentmindedly stick his hand in your sweatpants, and kindly press a warm hand down against the cramping, kneading your stomach like a cat as you watch on, part incredulous part grateful.
Offering to return the favour when your cramps finally lessen a little and he just stares and shrugs. Your thumbs gently digging into tender flesh as Jason groans and melts into your touch—only as the pain dissipates does he being to realise how much it had actually been bothering him.
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Making a handful of gay jokes in every conversation you have because neither of you really wants to admit how much bleeding takes a toll on your confidence and how dysphoric you feel. But at least you can look at each other and joke about being two gay guys: because if he’s a guy and he’s bleeding, and you’re his boyfriend and bleeding, that means this isn’t remotely feminine, right?
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High-fiving each other when you finally declare yourselves-period free and finally being able to slowly reenter functioning society.
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i’m on my period again (as the stories goes) so I’m bringing you along to be miserable with me ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ hope you enjoyed this short little drabble
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//contents// T4T superboy prime/jason todd, smut, strap on, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, vibrator, prime is referred to as Clark
//synopsis// Jason and a plus one of his choosing were invited and urged to go to the Wayne gala that was supposedly very important for Jason to attend. He and Clark decide to make it a little more interesting with some toys... wc - 4k
//a/n// gang i got really carried away with the plot oopsie :3
//on ao3//
“Well don’t you look handsome…” Clark remarked with a sly grin on his face.
“Shut up,” Jason growled, tightening his bowtie in the mirror.
They were both all dressed up in expensive three piece suits for a particularly “important” Wayne gala. Bruce insisted that Jason be there despite his many protests and lame excuses. Jason agreed to go on one condition, he got to bring someone with him so he wasn’t alone with the rich freaks. He never did mention who he was bringing.
“So, how do I look?” Clark said, stepping behind Jason.
He looked at Clark through the reflection and with a soft smile he said, “You look great.”
Clark wrapped his arms around Jason’s waist and buried his face into his collar. He stayed there for a minute, swaying to a silent rhythm. His hands wandered along Jason’s abdomen, pushing the flesh in where he knew there was something nestled deep inside. Jason agreed—quite enthusiastically—to make the night a little more interesting with some toys. A wearable vibrator that stretched along Jason’s walls and rested upon his clit lay dormant against his flesh.
“Right,” Clark said, lifting his head. “Let’s go wreak havoc.”
Jason smiled and let out a soft chuckle before the moment was rudely interrupted by the ring of Jason’s phone on the table. He picked it up to see the caller id which read, ‘PENNY ONE’.
He pressed accept, “Hey Alfred, what’s up?”
“Nothing much, sir. Master Bruce has asked me to ask you if you would like to stay the night at the manor and perhaps for breakfast.”
“Uh…” he looked to Clark who was now sitting on the edge of the bed, nodding his head profusely. “Sure, I guess.”
“Splendid. Will your guest be staying with you or shall I make up another bed?”
“No, he’ll be with me. Thanks, Alfred.”
“My pleasure, Master Jason. See you tonight.”
“Bye.”
He hung up the phone and watched as Clark quite literally vibrated with excitement. He levitated slightly off the bed and looked like his head was about to burst because it couldn’t contain his smile.
“Oh my god. I’m spending the night at Wayne Manor. This is truly every nerd’s dream.”
“Yeah well we gotta pack bags now, c’mon.”
In a flash, Clark packed both of their bags. After interrogation from Jason, asking if he got everything, they left Jason’s apartment and headed for his bike out front.
“Hold on tight to those bags, Prime.”
“You know, I could just fly us there.”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
They sped off through Gotham City streets, ducking in and out of traffic, doing many illegal things. But it’s Gotham. No one’s really going to stop them. They made it all the way across town to where the long winding driveway to Wayne Manor was already packed. Good thing Jason knew the way in through the Batcave.
They went around to the back and through the tunnels, down to where they were met with the screeching of bats and the illustrious Batcave. There was no one there so Jason parked his bike right beside the Batmobile, careful not to scratch the paint. He had just gotten back in with Bruce’s good graces, it’d be a shame to mess that up over a paintjob.
“Hello, Sirs,” Alfred said, coming down the stairs. “Shall I take your bags up to your room?”
“That’d be great, Alfred. Thank you.” Jason replied, taking his helmet off and haphazardly fixing his hair. “This is Clark.”
“Hi, it’s an honour to meet you, sir.” Clark said, giddily.
“Pleasure’s all mine. Masters Bruce and Dick are upstairs mingling already if you’d like to find them.”
“Thanks,” Jason added. “We’ll be right up.”
As Alfred climbed back up the stairs to wait on the party, Clark fixed Jason’s helmet hair and smoothed out his jacket. He then took out his phone and opened an app that was locked by face ID. He pressed a button on the screen and in that same instant Jason doubled over, mostly in shock. The toy inside him began to buzz against his sensitive flesh, it was a low vibration but enough to make his stomach flip.
He straightened himself out and put on his best poker face.
“Ok,” Clark started. “You good?”
“Give a guy a little warning next time, will ya?”
He chuckled, “You got it, boss. Now c’mon, I wanna meet your dad.”
They climbed up the stairs and out of the Batcave where they could hear the string quartet playing a quick polonaise. Their hands brushed as they walked along the halls toward where the music was coming from and Clark quickly grabbed the other man’s hand, interlacing their fingers and watched as Jason’s cheeks started to flush.
“Me holding your hand makes you blush but not the vibrator inside you?”
“Shut up.”
Clark tried his best to contain his shit eating grin as they emerged through the doorway to where the party was very much happening. There were people dancing and drinking and eating, wearing fancy clothes and their hair done up all nice. It was a proper ball.
From across the room, someone waved at them with a massive smile that just about lit up the room. He then motioned in a “come here” type of way. Jason dragged his plus one all the way across the dance floor to meet with his older brother.
“Jason!” Dick embraced his brother in an uncomfortable hug. “Haven’t seen you in forever. How’s things?”
“Oh you, know.” He gave a meek smile.
“So, you brought Prime as your plus one?” Dick said with a hint of worry in his voice but trying his best to conceal it.
“Clark, but CK’s alright,” Clark said, offering his hand to shake which Dick took gladly. He was always one for second chances.
“You better treat my brother right, though. I know where to find you.” He said in a way too cheery tone.
Clark put his hands up in surrender, “Trust me, I know.”
“So,” Jason started. “How’s Kory?”
“Oh she's great! She's here actually, somewhere.” He scanned the room, looking for her mane of fiery hair but not succeeding. “Right, anyway. Jay, have you seen Bruce yet? I can’t find him, he was here a minute ago.”
“Nope.”
“Damn, Vicki wants to talk to him. I’ll go find him, you two enjoy the party.” and he left with a smile.
The string quartet on the raised stage in the corner finished the song and everyone clapped briefly before they started up again, this time with a slow waltz.
“Care to dance?” Clark asked with his hand extended.
“God, I hate you.” Jason took his hand nonetheless and they walked onto the dance floor. “I’m leading though. I doubt you know how to dance.”
“And you’d be right.”
Jason put his hands on Clark's waist and in turn Clark placed his hands on Jason’s shoulders though it was strange seeing as Clark was quite taller than his partner.
“Right, follow me.”
They danced a simple waltz, careful not to bump into the other patrons, and especially careful not to step on each other's toes. Thank goodness the music was slow or else Clark would’ve almost certainly lost his footing. As they became more comfortable in the steps, they grew closer and closer until Jason rested his head on Clark’s shoulder and let out a comfortable sigh. They danced like this until the song was over and let go to clap for the band.
“That actually really calmed me down,” Jason remarked as they made their way off the dance floor.
“You’re welcome,” Clark said cheekily.
They made their way to one of those standing tables people gather at, this one was empty. Jason felt he had gotten used to the vibrations inside him and pulsating on his clit but it was certainly still there. A waiter walked by with a tray of drinks and Clark managed to snag two of them. They looked fruity, they tasted fruity. Not really what Jason usually drinks but Clark seemed quite content so he didn’t say anything.
Jason felt something—a strong hand—on his shoulder.
“Hey, kiddo. Been a while.” It was Commissioner Gordon, greying but still ruggedly handsome.
Jason put on his ‘party voice’, very close to a ‘customer service voice’.
“Jim, good to see you! Anything new with the GCPD?”
They talked the usual small talk, nothing much. But, behind them, Clark had taken out his phone and opened the app. With a devilish smirk, he started messing with the buttons just to see how Jason would react. To his astonishment, Jason didn’t so much as flinch. Upon second thought, maybe it wasn’t that surprising; torture training and all.
What Clark didn’t know was that Jason’s stomach was doing flips and he could feel the silicone getting slicker with every passing second. Jason took a sip of his overtly sweet drink to try to keep his composure.
Just then, a commanding voice came through the speakers and everyone turned toward the stage where Bruce stood. Jason knew this part of the evening very well, Bruce would say what the gala was for and which charity he was donating a large sum to this time with a very sure look on his face. This time however, Jason spotted a twinge of… nervousness?
“Everyone, if I could have your attention for just a few moments. As I’m sure most of you know, I am sort of known for philanthropy so you must have assumed this gala was for nothing less. You’d be right. But this is a unique—special—night. I would like to announce the Jason Todd foundation.”
Jason’s heart dropped.
“All of the proceeds will go to victims and the families of victims of violent crimes. It will help pay for medical bills and court bills so they can receive the justice they deserve.”
Jason turned to Clark, “Turn it off.”
“What?”
“The vibrator, turn it off.”
“What if I don’t?”
“Don’t test me.”
“Alright, alright.” Clark took out his phone and turned off the toy.
They turned their attention back to the man speaking onstage.
“My son, Jason, cheated death. I know first hand how much money it cost, I’m just glad to be so lucky I didn’t have to worry about that on top of mourning. By some magic, perhaps fate, my son is alive once again. Jason, if you could come up here please.”
Every single eye turned to look at Jason as he walked through the crowd, toward the stage. He felt Clark’s hand grab his wrist, walking with him so he wasn’t alone. Jason walked up the steps to the stage and met his father. Bruce pulled the boy into a tight embrace.
“Jay, know that this hug truly comes from my heart and isn’t for show, okay?”
“Okay…” in that moment all he could think about was how damn glad he felt that he told Clark to turn the toy off.
He heard the polite applause from the patrons below as he turned around to face them. They all looked like they were about to cry. If Bruce hadn’t said anything, he probably would’ve assumed the hug was a ploy to get the waterworks going.
Just as he was thinking ‘what a wonderful moment’, he felt vibrations surge through his entire body. He tried not to make a face or any inkling of what was going on within his loins, but his father didn’t have to be the world's greatest detective to feel him tense up.
They walked down the steps as the strings started back up behind them.
“Are you alright?”
“Yeah. I just have to kill my plus one.”
“Right, well no killing under my roof. Or any roof for that matter. Or when you’re not under a roof. You get my point.”
“You’re right, I’ve got a better idea anyway.”
“I don’t want to know.” Bruce knew after many years of raising children—teenagers—to just not ask so long as no one is getting hurt.
Jason beelined his way back across the room, straight for the grinning man who was looking way too smug. Jason wanted to punch him but he knew his fist would probably break into a million pieces.
He grabbed the man by the wrist and pulled him violently out of the ballroom. Thankfully, no one really noticed them leave as everyone had started to dance and mingle again. They sped through the empty halls as Jason pulled Clark along with vigor.
“Where are we going?” Clark’s heart was becoming exceedingly fast along with the reddening of his face.
“You, shut up,” He demanded as they encountered Alfred walking by. “Alfred, perfect. Which room did you put us in?”
“You old room, Master Jason. The bed is made and-”
“Thanks.” Jason interrupted, continuing at his brisk pace leaving Alfred in the dust.
He continued to tow Clark along the familiar halls as the poor boy was trying his best to not giggle due to his assumption of what was going to happen in a few short moments. Actually two things, one of them being he was going to see Jason’s childhood room. The other… well, you know.
Jason found the room on muscle memory and pushed Clark inside before shutting the door, quite forcefully.
“I was on a stage.”
“I know.”
“With my father.”
“I know.”
“I WAS HAVING A MOMENT. Stop it with that stupid grin.”
“You’re pretty when you’re mad.” Clark stated, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.
Jason’s face contorted in unbearable… wait no, that’s not anger. Or at least not completely.
“Take off your clothes.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice.”
Clark took off his jacket and undid his bowtie slowly while keeping eye contact with Jason with those puppy dog eyes he knows how to abuse. Jason took a step forward, in between Clark’s knees, and started unbuttoning his shirt. The toy still vibrating against his slick flesh, he clenched around it. He let the shirt fall past Clark’s shoulders, revealing the scar on his chest. Jason dragged his fingertips along the raised skin before he pushed Clark down. Jason worked on unbuckling Clark’s belt and yanking off his pants with much force, his boxers too.
Jason licked his lips at the sight of Clark's folds glistening in the moonlight and his cock throbbing ever so slightly.
Jason took off his jacket and undid his bowtie before settling down on his knees in between Clark’s. He pushed Clark's thighs open before licking all the way up the sensitive skin of his thigh and reveled in the way he trembled.
Jason’s thumbs pulled open Clark’s outer lips so he could get a better look at Clark’s throbbing clit. He licked his lips before diving right in like a man starved. Clark gasped at the suddenness and latched his hand onto Jason’s hair and let out a moan. His thighs quivered as Jason’s head bobbed slightly up and down, sucking and lapping, making obscene slick sounds.
Clark looked down to see Jason looking right back up at him through his bangs, his eyes filled with the kind of lust they talk about in the bible. He dipped his tongue past Clark’s entrance, coaxing a strained moan out that died in his throat as Jason slipped two fingers in. Jason loved the sounds Clark always made, you’d never peg him for one to whine yet here we are.
Jason moaned into Clark’s slick folds, humping the air and trying to get off with the vibrator still abusing his own core.
“Jason…” Clark breathed among whimpers. “I’m gonna-”
His thighs tightened around Jason’s head as his whole body thrashed with pleasure rippling over him. He threw back his head with a guttural moan and a string of profanity. He lay there, trembling in the aftershocks of his orgasm as Jason planted little kisses on his inner thighs.
Clark took a couple deep breaths to recoup his composure before sitting up to see Jason’s head resting on his thigh. Jason was breathing fast and clearly trying not to moan.
“You want me to turn it off?” Clark said in a teasing tone.
“Please…” Jason whispered.
“Alright.” Clark smiled and reached for his phone. “Come up on the bed so I can undress you.”
The vibrator shut off making Jason’s clit throb. He stood up briefly before flopping onto the bed beside Clark. Clark tossed his phone on the bed and began fumbling with Jason’s belt buckle as Jason worked on his own shirt buttons. Soon enough Jason was propped up against the headboard and just as naked as his counterpart save for one thing: the toy inside of him.
“Oh look at this,” Clark started. “You’re fucking dripping.”
He slowly pulled out the soaked toy from Jason puffy cunt and placed it on the nightstand. Clark smiled to himself, watching Jason clench around nothing and ran a finger up his folds, coating it in slick. He flicked Jason’s clit as he came up making Jason let a groan escape.
“Stop teasing, just fuck me already.”
“Needy, are we?” Clark jeered.
“I’m gonna kill you.”
“You can try.”
Clark streaked across the room—faster than a speeding bullet—and was back between Jason’s legs wearing his strap-on and his signature cheeky smile in 2 seconds flat.
“Did you really pack that?”
“What? You thought I was really going to tease you all evening and not fuck you senseless after?”
“I can’t believe you brought that here.” Jason laughed.
“Lube?”
“More fun, no?”
With a gust of wind, Clark sped there and back to get the lube, coating the silicone with it. His heart leapt as he saw Jason all spread out underneath him, waiting patiently to be fucked. He licked his lips before swiping the head through Jason’s folds, spreading the lube and mixing it with Jason’s slick. He thoroughly made sure Jason’s entrance was ready before slipping it in gently and slowly.
Jason gasped as it went in, feeling the stretch he was so used to. He let out a soft moan as the silicone kissed his cervix. Clark’s hands wandered over the scarred skin near Jason’s hips, riddled with old wounds. They were similar this way—scarred. It made them feel all the more close.
Clark started to move his hips, slowly pulling almost all the way out so his tip brushed against Jason’s sensitive spot. Clark let his hips roll, watching the strap pump in and out of Jason’s gooey walls.
Clark's wandering hands meandered higher up Jason’s abs to his chest to his collar bone before stopping and wrapping one hand around Jason’s neck. He pushed and squeezed ever so gently as his hips started to speed up. Jason held onto Clark’s wrist as his cervix was abused. The bed started to creak as they picked up speed and Jason’s moans got louder. He felt a tear drop from his eye in sweet ecstasy.
Clark wiped his cheek with his free hand and leaned down to kiss the same spot.
“You’re so pretty like this; crying, taking my cock like a good boy.”
Jason would’ve had a quick witty response but he was preoccupied with getting absolutely railed. Nothing but sweet whines left his mouth as Clark’s fingers pressed against his carotid, feeling how fast his pulse was.
“Clark…” Jason moaned.
“You gonna cum?”
Jason nodded, “Uh huh.” before his whole body started to convulse.
“There you go, baby. Good boy.” Clark let go of Jason’s neck, leaving red marks that looked likely to bruise. He kissed the blemish before licking all the way up from Jason’s collar bone to his jaw, holding the back of his neck. He left more kisses, more bruises, probably more likely to last into the morning.
Between heavy breaths, Clark gently pulled out while rubbing Jason’s thighs. He watched as Jason’s slick mixed with the left over lube poured out of his hole. He bit his lip.
“Fuck,” he whispered under his breath. “Right. I’m gonna clean you up.”
He rushed to the bathroom to get a damp washcloth and rushed right back to wipe up the mess between Jason’s thighs. Clark placed another peck on the newly clean skin before quickly cleaning himself and the strap up and throwing the rag in the hamper.
He slumped on the bed, cuddling up to Jason, putting his head on Jason’s chest and just listening to his heartbeat slow down. Jason placed a kiss on Clark’s forehead while pulling him in closer.
“God, I hate you,” Jason said with a smile.
“You love me and you know it.”
“Yeah.”
They got under the covers as it was starting to get cold, not doing anything very active anymore. Jason spooned Clark, running his fingers over the raised scar on Clark’s chest. They fell asleep just like that, listening to each other breathe.
The sound of birds chirping outside the window filled the room as the sunlight poured in from beyond the drawn curtains. Jason’s eyes fluttered open as he began to stir, all he saw was a mess of black hair in front of him. He smiled to himself, he hadn’t been this happy in a while. He nuzzled into the crook of Clark’s neck and squeezed as hard as he could, pulling him in closer.
Knock
Knock
“Master Jason? Breakfast is ready downstairs if you are awake.”
Jason sat up, “Thanks, Alfred. We’ll be down.”
He looked back down at Clark's bare back and ran his hand down his spine.
“Clark…”
He groaned.
“Clark. Wake up.”
“Five more minutes.” He mumbled into the pillow.
“Nope, c’mon. Up you get.” Jason pulled off the covers of both of them and got out of bed. “Put some clothes on.”
“What happens if I don’t?” Clark replied, slowly sitting up.
“Then my entire family sees you naked.” He threw one of the shirts from his bag at him.
Clark watched as Jason got dressed before putting on the shirt that was thrown so rudely in his face. He got up and scrounged in his bag for his pyjama bottoms and slipped them on.
“Ready,” he said with a cheery smile. “I’m starving.”
As they walked down the long and fancy halls, Clark interlaced his fingers with Jason’s and smiled when he heard Jason’s heartbeat quicken. Right before they entered the dining room, Clark stopped and kissed Jason, heartily, holding the latter’s head.
“What was that for?” Jason asked as they pulled apart.
Clark shrugged, “Because I love you.”
“Ditto.” Jason smiled.
“Was that a Ghost reference? Does Jason Todd secretly watch romantic dramas?”
Jason ignored him and opened the door to reveal a bunch of people sitting around the large dining table. Normally it’s only used for dinner but there’s simply just too many people to sit anywhere else. Not everyone was here, only a couple were missing; probably upstairs sleeping or gone home. However, Bruce, Dick, Damian, Steph, Cass, and Duke were there along with a couple plus ones: Kory, Selina, and Jon.
No one turned around to see who came in, they were all very occupied in conversation, arguing over who won a bet on patrol, who scratched the batmobile, or just small talk. Jason led Clark with him to sit down next to Dick who looked like the most peaceful of the bunch that morning.
“Hey Jay, where’d you two run off to last night after the speech?”
Jason went red, “You don’t want to know.”
He could sense the grin Clark was wearing beside him.
“So, where’s Tim? And Babs?” Jason asked, looking around.
“Oh, Tim’s out on patrol still and Babs is in the clocktower helping.”
It was really nice to see the family like this, like a normal family or something close to it. The food was brought out and it was a free for all. Waffles, pancakes, sausages galore and by the time they were done, there was not a crumb left in the place.
Jason leaned his head onto Clark’s shoulder, extremely full and getting groggy. Clark put his hand on Jason’s thigh and rubbed small circles as they both saw a semblance of a normal life amidst the chaos that is being a superhero.
A piece of me dies whenever someone reduces jason as someone who's a sex god and overall a very sexual person instead of taking the time to learn his character errrrrhh
