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past midnight snack
Synopsis: Bruce hasn't come home yet, so you bake some banana bread.
Warnings: Fem-Reader, Slight Angst, Reverse Comfort, Crying, Probably OOC, Let me know if i missed anything.
Author note/s: I do apologize for fall of the face of the planet... again. I lost my motivation to write and left the DC fandom, BUT IM BACK AND BETTER THAN EVER.
(also i am really sorry to who asked for this and it taking so long i really hope it is up to your standards. please dont murk me in my sleep, thank you🤙)
3:36 AM
That's what the clock said. Bruce was normally home by now. In bed? No, just home... in the batcave, in his office, or just being with you. But no.
Within this past week alone it seems like all of Gotham's villains had a meeting to coordinate their attacks all at the same time.
Joker,
Scarecrow,
Poison ivy,
Riddler,
Bane,
Mr.Freeze,
Two-face,
Killer Croc,
Mad Hatter,
and the list just keeps going.
So, the treats just keep being made. You have this thing when being really stressed out — you bake. Cakes, breads, cookies, brownies, you get the point.
So, when you didn't get sign of Bruce coming home you started to bake. First it was lemon cake, then it was sugar cookies, now it's banana bread.
Mashing the bananas, adding the sugar, flour, eggs, butter, milk, even adding those dark chocolate chips Bruce loves.
The clock struck 4:00
And you were so deep in that baking frenzy, you failed to hear the sound of boots dragging across the floor.
Bruce, who had just got back from stopping one of Penguin's many illegal weapon smugglings. He had one thing and one thing in mind only.
You.
His darling wife, the woman whom he loves so dearly.
Bruce, knowing about your little habit, subconsciously went to the kitchen. He knew that the stress he was under was also effecting you.
As he was approaching the kitchen he caught a faint smell of something. A warm buttery almost nutty smell.
Bruce followed the smell almost cartoonishly, feet dragging. Stopping at the doorway, he was greeted by the sight of your back.
Well, you being bent over to pull the loaf out of the oven.
Bruce and his oh so light steps make it impossible to hear him coming. He manages to get completely behind you and drape his entire body on you.
His arms holding you in a loose grip as if he could let go at any moment.
Your initial responses was panic, then relief.
"Hello, Bruce."
Your voice was light but sarcastic.
He's late.
You're mad.
Him being all cuddly wont stop your anger.
However, his tiredness will put it on pause for the time being.
He nuzzles the bridge of his nose into where your shoulders and neck meet. His attempt to say something was a failed one. Voice coming out as a low rumbling and pure vibrations on your skin.
You blink at him a few times, banana bread still hot in its pan.
"What?"
He tried again,
and failed.
"Brucie Baby, what are you saying."
"My starlet,"
Is all that was managed to be heard coherently before becoming a mumble.
A sigh leaves your nose as you take the banana bread out of the pan. Meticulously cutting it into even slices as Bruce continues to bury his face in you.
Picking up some of the crumbs with the tips of your fingers and licking them off.
A small hum of contentment was made at the taste of your baking.
"Brucie Baby."
You say softly taking your right hand and bringing it to his hair.
Pushing your fingers through his charcoal locks - slightly damp from Gotham's rain and his sweat.
"Bruce~"
You sing trying to get him to lift his head up.
"I made banana bread, with dark chocolate chips."
This gets his attention. Lifting his head up ever so slightly.
"Hm?"
Breaking off a corner of a slice and bringing it to his mouth to feed him.
"Open-"
You demand brushing the warm buttery bread piece against his lips.
He does as he is asked and slightly opens his mouth, just big enough to slip the piece of bread through.
The flavors of the banana bread hit him at once.
The warm nuttiness from browned butter,
The faint sweetness from the dark chocolate,
And of course, the creamy almost caramel taste of the banana.
"So... how is it?"
Questioning your silent husband as he buries his head again.
There was a moment of silence.
Then the silence continued,
"Bruce?"
You were about to call out to him again but you felt something wet against your neck.
The wetness rolled down your back.
You felt frozen.
Bruce Wayne.
BatMan.
Gotham's golden boy and nightly savior,
Your husband was crying into you.
You have only seen Bruce cry a handful of times.
The night him and Dick had an argument that lead to Dick becoming Nightwing,
The night that Jason had died,
When he had gotten Tim back from the Joker Jr. situation,
And the day you got married.
So standing here. In the kitchen, with your husband quietly crying into your skin you really don't know what to do.
"... Bruce?"
Your voice is shaky and quiet.
Bruce's response is to press his face further into you. His arms moving from being slack around your midsection to gripping your waist and bringing your back flush with his chest.
He just barely lifts his head up and opens then closes his mouth again.
A silence was deafening before he actually spoke.
His speech was broken and hoarse. Voice just barely audible as his lips ghosted your skin.
"I'm just happy that you're still here..."
His words fell heavy on you.
Your breath stills, taking a moment to figure out what's next.
Taking a deep breath you slowly turn around in his arms and he lets you.
While his hands never left your waist they did loosen a little. His thumbs now rubbing against the exposed skin.
His face was still firmly placed on your neck — quiet tears still come from his crystal blue eyes.
Taking your hands and lifting his head slightly to cup his jaw. You are met face to face with him at last.
His beautiful blue eyes are red and all puffy from crying. Tears still streaming down his sculpted features.
He looks at you with this tired expression, one that held years of exhaustion yet still so full of love for his family, for you.
His starlet.
Bringing his forehead to yours and letting it rest there for a moment for two.
Closing your eyes and just being there for him without any words. Like an anchor on a ship or the string that holds the kite.
Bruce watched your face through his lashes. The way your eyes twitched trying to keep them closed, your lips being slightly parted in the slightest frown of concern, the furrow of your brow.
And then, you leaned in.
Bruce's eyes flutter closed on instinct when he feels you shift in his embrace. Your lips meeting his in a slow, thoughtful kiss. Gently, you snake your arms over his shoulders, loosely wrapping around his neck to bring him closer. Bodies flush with the warmth and familiarity of each other's shapes fitting together so easily.
Safe...
You could feel Bruce tremble, but only for a moment, his arms squeezing the frame of your waist. Even though you were close enough to feel every shift, breath, and beat in his body. The man couldn't help but try to hold you closer, tighter.
Like he was still worried that no matter how secure his grasp on you was...
You could be gone.
Slipping through his fingers even if his hands were white knuckled and bloody.
The thought alone makes Bruce's chest shudder slightly as he tries to collect himself. Taking a gasp of air rather than a full breath when he parts his lips from yours, only to lean back in and continue the kiss just a bit longer. He wouldn't have called it desperate. But you would have... Your husband was many things.
The CEO of Wayne Enterprises. Billionaire and philanthropist.
The Dark Knight. Protector of Gotham.
But under it all...
He was your husband.
A desperate, paranoid man, whose only want.
The one selfish desire he truly lets himself have out of any and everything.
Is to have you. To hold you. To, at the end of his days, still be able to crawl into your shared bed and call you his...
And in a way. You know. You can feel it in the way his fingers twitch, subtly tightening their hold on you even now. The way he tilts his head to deepen every kiss you've shared. How his tongue traces the seam of your lips, not for entry, purely to savor as if this kiss will finally be his last.
... One day that may be the case. But not today.
Pulling away from the tender moment, letting each other just be in the presence of the other.
"Where else would I be?"
It was barely a whisper, something that could only be heard between the two of you.
His grip on your waist had tightened.
"I.."
He trailed off in his sentence.
"I don't even want to think about it..."
You didn't push, just let him place his head back in your neck. Wrapping your own hands around his body in a tight hold to ground not only him but yourself.
"Brucie Baby... I think we should head to bed"
"Yeah, I think that would be for the best my starlet."
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bread.
hey... its published...
(please dont get me for taking so long im so sorry💔)
past midnight snack
Synopsis: Bruce hasn't come home yet, so you bake some banana bread.
Warnings: Fem-Reader, Slight Angst, Reverse Comfort, Crying, Probably OOC, Let me know if i missed anything.
Author note/s: I do apologize for fall of the face of the planet... again. I lost my motivation to write and left the DC fandom, BUT IM BACK AND BETTER THAN EVER.
(also i am really sorry to who asked for this and it taking so long i really hope it is up to your standards. please dont murk me in my sleep, thank you🤙)
3:36 AM
That's what the clock said. Bruce was normally home by now. In bed? No, just home... in the batcave, in his office, or just being with you. But no.
Within this past week alone it seems like all of Gotham's villains had a meeting to coordinate their attacks all at the same time.
Joker,
Scarecrow,
Poison ivy,
Riddler,
Bane,
Mr.Freeze,
Two-face,
Killer Croc,
Mad Hatter,
and the list just keeps going.
So, the treats just keep being made. You have this thing when being really stressed out — you bake. Cakes, breads, cookies, brownies, you get the point.
So, when you didn't get sign of Bruce coming home you started to bake. First it was lemon cake, then it was sugar cookies, now it's banana bread.
Mashing the bananas, adding the sugar, flour, eggs, butter, milk, even adding those dark chocolate chips Bruce loves.
The clock struck 4:00
And you were so deep in that baking frenzy, you failed to hear the sound of boots dragging across the floor.
Bruce, who had just got back from stopping one of Penguin's many illegal weapon smugglings. He had one thing and one thing in mind only.
You.
His darling wife, the woman whom he loves so dearly.
Bruce, knowing about your little habit, subconsciously went to the kitchen. He knew that the stress he was under was also effecting you.
As he was approaching the kitchen he caught a faint smell of something. A warm buttery almost nutty smell.
Bruce followed the smell almost cartoonishly, feet dragging. Stopping at the doorway, he was greeted by the sight of your back.
Well, you being bent over to pull the loaf out of the oven.
Bruce and his oh so light steps make it impossible to hear him coming. He manages to get completely behind you and drape his entire body on you.
His arms holding you in a loose grip as if he could let go at any moment.
Your initial responses was panic, then relief.
"Hello, Bruce."
Your voice was light but sarcastic.
He's late.
You're mad.
Him being all cuddly wont stop your anger.
However, his tiredness will put it on pause for the time being.
He nuzzles the bridge of his nose into where your shoulders and neck meet. His attempt to say something was a failed one. Voice coming out as a low rumbling and pure vibrations on your skin.
You blink at him a few times, banana bread still hot in its pan.
"What?"
He tried again,
and failed.
"Brucie Baby, what are you saying."
"My starlet,"
Is all that was managed to be heard coherently before becoming a mumble.
A sigh leaves your nose as you take the banana bread out of the pan. Meticulously cutting it into even slices as Bruce continues to bury his face in you.
Picking up some of the crumbs with the tips of your fingers and licking them off.
A small hum of contentment was made at the taste of your baking.
"Brucie Baby."
You say softly taking your right hand and bringing it to his hair.
Pushing your fingers through his charcoal locks - slightly damp from Gotham's rain and his sweat.
"Bruce~"
You sing trying to get him to lift his head up.
"I made banana bread, with dark chocolate chips."
This gets his attention. Lifting his head up ever so slightly.
"Hm?"
Breaking off a corner of a slice and bringing it to his mouth to feed him.
"Open-"
You demand brushing the warm buttery bread piece against his lips.
He does as he is asked and slightly opens his mouth, just big enough to slip the piece of bread through.
The flavors of the banana bread hit him at once.
The warm nuttiness from browned butter,
The faint sweetness from the dark chocolate,
And of course, the creamy almost caramel taste of the banana.
"So... how is it?"
Questioning your silent husband as he buries his head again.
There was a moment of silence.
Then the silence continued,
"Bruce?"
You were about to call out to him again but you felt something wet against your neck.
The wetness rolled down your back.
You felt frozen.
Bruce Wayne.
BatMan.
Gotham's golden boy and nightly savior,
Your husband was crying into you.
You have only seen Bruce cry a handful of times.
The night him and Dick had an argument that lead to Dick becoming Nightwing,
The night that Jason had died,
When he had gotten Tim back from the Joker Jr. situation,
And the day you got married.
So standing here. In the kitchen, with your husband quietly crying into your skin you really don't know what to do.
"... Bruce?"
Your voice is shaky and quiet.
Bruce's response is to press his face further into you. His arms moving from being slack around your midsection to gripping your waist and bringing your back flush with his chest.
He just barely lifts his head up and opens then closes his mouth again.
A silence was deafening before he actually spoke.
His speech was broken and hoarse. Voice just barely audible as his lips ghosted your skin.
"I'm just happy that you're still here..."
His words fell heavy on you.
Your breath stills, taking a moment to figure out what's next.
Taking a deep breath you slowly turn around in his arms and he lets you.
While his hands never left your waist they did loosen a little. His thumbs now rubbing against the exposed skin.
His face was still firmly placed on your neck — quiet tears still come from his crystal blue eyes.
Taking your hands and lifting his head slightly to cup his jaw. You are met face to face with him at last.
His beautiful blue eyes are red and all puffy from crying. Tears still streaming down his sculpted features.
He looks at you with this tired expression, one that held years of exhaustion yet still so full of love for his family, for you.
His starlet.
Bringing his forehead to yours and letting it rest there for a moment for two.
Closing your eyes and just being there for him without any words. Like an anchor on a ship or the string that holds the kite.
Bruce watched your face through his lashes. The way your eyes twitched trying to keep them closed, your lips being slightly parted in the slightest frown of concern, the furrow of your brow.
And then, you leaned in.
Bruce's eyes flutter closed on instinct when he feels you shift in his embrace. Your lips meeting his in a slow, thoughtful kiss. Gently, you snake your arms over his shoulders, loosely wrapping around his neck to bring him closer. Bodies flush with the warmth and familiarity of each other's shapes fitting together so easily.
Safe...
You could feel Bruce tremble, but only for a moment, his arms squeezing the frame of your waist. Even though you were close enough to feel every shift, breath, and beat in his body. The man couldn't help but try to hold you closer, tighter.
Like he was still worried that no matter how secure his grasp on you was...
You could be gone.
Slipping through his fingers even if his hands were white knuckled and bloody.
The thought alone makes Bruce's chest shudder slightly as he tries to collect himself. Taking a gasp of air rather than a full breath when he parts his lips from yours, only to lean back in and continue the kiss just a bit longer. He wouldn't have called it desperate. But you would have... Your husband was many things.
The CEO of Wayne Enterprises. Billionaire and philanthropist.
The Dark Knight. Protector of Gotham.
But under it all...
He was your husband.
A desperate, paranoid man, whose only want.
The one selfish desire he truly lets himself have out of any and everything.
Is to have you. To hold you. To, at the end of his days, still be able to crawl into your shared bed and call you his...
And in a way. You know. You can feel it in the way his fingers twitch, subtly tightening their hold on you even now. The way he tilts his head to deepen every kiss you've shared. How his tongue traces the seam of your lips, not for entry, purely to savor as if this kiss will finally be his last.
... One day that may be the case. But not today.
Pulling away from the tender moment, letting each other just be in the presence of the other.
"Where else would I be?"
It was barely a whisper, something that could only be heard between the two of you.
His grip on your waist had tightened.
"I.."
He trailed off in his sentence.
"I don't even want to think about it..."
You didn't push, just let him place his head back in your neck. Wrapping your own hands around his body in a tight hold to ground not only him but yourself.
"Brucie Baby... I think we should head to bed"
"Yeah, I think that would be for the best my starlet."
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i miss you my boy
where's my banana bread.
IN WORKING ON IT I PROMISE
PLEASE DONT FIND ME
Pulchritudinous
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pairing: steve kemp x captured!reader
summary: after being held in steve's basement for a few weeks, you slowly begin to realize that he's preserving you for something other than what he said he was.
warnings: MDNI, 18+, explicit content, smut, piv, oral (m receiving and implication of f receiving), handcuffs, talking about and mentions of cannibalism, actual cannibalism (not you), cannibalistic fantasies, stockholm syndrome, possessive steve kemp, dumbification, no use of y/n, collar use, petnames (doll, sweetheart, bunny, good girl, darling), rough sex, choking, unprotected sex (use condoms irl please), degradation, use of degrading titles/names (slut, sick girl, dog, ), reader has hair and it is mentioned, reader doesn't talk much, knife play, ruining a perfectly good red dress, tummy bulge, hair pulling, spitting in mouth, biting, scratching and drawing blood, Steve being audibly in pain and you being turned on by it, Steve whines a little bit,
word count: 5.6k (sorry if it's long i was yapping)
pulchritudinous: a word used to describe someone with breathtaking, heartbreaking beauty.
Baby's first fic🫦
Nah but fr go support my friend its her first publishing something like this
“i’m batman” no you’re not you’re a 17 year old boy that thinks he’s knows what batman stands for when actually you have the media literacy of a peanut. leave me alone.
Way to pick a day, Dick.
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Synopsis: Meeting your boyfriend's family is always stressful and so is the holiday season. So, what better day to meet your boyfriend's family than Thanksgiving.
TW/CW: Written with Fem-Reader in mind but I don't think I used gendered language. (plz let me know if I did), Prolly OOC, and most likely cringe writing.
A/N: I pumped with out in two days b/c I forgot to write. So sorry it's kinda short- I may or may not add more later in the future but for right now I am just trying to get it out on Thanksgiving Day.
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"Angel, Angel Face, Angel Cakes"
"Dick..."
"Angel Hair! Angel…𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴~"
"What are you saying."
Dick flashed you a boyish grin glancing at you before his eyes returned to the road. Having just left your shared apartment in Blüdhaven with Dick you have about half an hour to kill.
However, this only worsened the preexisting anxiety of the situation; that of this being the first time you're meeting his family.
"Why did you have to pick Thanksgiving of all days."
You completely crossing your arms letting your head fall on the rest.
"Well, its one of the only day where we're all together. I figured Thanksgiving would be less stressful than Christmas, Angel."
His reassurance only helped a little. His right hand left the steering wheel to rest on your thigh, thumb rubbing back and forth in a comforting way.
"I just- Its- Why is it the only time you're all together?"
You stammer your sentences together before landing on one. Dick runs a hand through his hair at your question; a habit formed from stress. Some hair falling back from its original spot, taking a deep breath before turning the corner.
"Well, I guess it's a time to be... Normal?"
His last word sounded more like a question than an answer.
"It's one of the only nights a year where Jason comes out his man hole for actual food, Tim is forced out of his room to eat, and well, Damian can insult people who aren't usually there."
Dick lets out a small chuckle at the confusion on your face and gives your thigh a squeeze.
"Sitting at a table and eating food with family is something that happens once a few times a year and its a nice change of pace from getting our asses kicked or kicking ass in spandex, latex, and leather ya' know? ... Chance to- Just be people."
Just as you were about to asked another question Dick's gets a notification. You both glance at his phone in the cup holder, to which he asks,
"Could you see who that was Angel face?"
Picking up his phone you see its a notification from 'Agent A'
𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘋𝘪𝘤𝘬?
You stared at his phone, you looked back up at him, then back down at the phone. Dicks face contorted into one of confusion at your reaction.
"Whats the matter Angel-"
Before he can finish his sentence he was cut off by you.
"Who's Agent A and why am I being referred to as a 'lady friend'-?"
You ask, putting more emphasis on lady friend than anything. Dick chuckles and explains that Agent A is just his butler his told you about. This leads to starting at him hitting your head on the head rest once again.
"... I forgot you had a butler."
You murmur, folding your arms and turning your head away.
"How?? What makes you think Bruce wouldn't have a butler."
"I forgot that you're Bruce's son."
"How?"
"Because we live in an apartment, Dinkleburg-"
"Hey-!"
He squawks,
"Be nice."
You simply roll your eyes just how you've done a thousand times before. However this didn't last long because as the two of you pull up to his drive way you can finally see just how big Wayne Manor actually is.
You gulp before releasing air through your nose.
"Angel..."
Dick's voice was clam, warm, and just a hint deeper than before. You turn your head just as he parks the car,
"Everything going to be fine."
He murmurs against your fingers, placing a kiss on them after taking your hand into his.
"They will love you."
Now turning over your hand to kiss your wrist,
"And it'll all go smoothly." He reaffirms, giving another kiss to the palm of your hand before squeezing it comfortingly.
Looking at him with a bashful gaze, you mutter back,
"Thank you, Dick."
You lean over the center console to kiss him. A warm and smooth kiss he returned happily.
His lips taste of chapstick and mint due to the gum he chews when stressed. The kiss lasted only a little longer before he pulls away.
"Alright, let's go in and greet the family before they suspect something weird."
You hit his arm and giggle a little at his comment,
"Dick!"
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New Marvel Rivals skins here i come
Have You Ever Tired This One?
Synopsis: You are reading your new book when things get a bit confusing. you ask your boyfriend, Jason for some help.
Notes: Probably OOC, This was written with Fem-Reader in mind but I don't believe any gender specific things come up (I could be wrong), This is my first time writing for Jason, Also sorry for falling off the face of the planet- School was killing me :(
TW/CW: Suggestive, maybe? gagging? gags? You gag like- once
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It was a calm evening, the rain hitting the window, the smell of a new candle being burnt, and a whole king size bed to yourself.
Jason was still on patrol doing whatever the Red Hood does, while you were able to crack open a new book. The book was an enemies to lovers smut book. The kind you see on TikTok and cringe a little at because what did I just read.
Being busy caught in between giggling and wanting to toss the whole book out the window you fail to hear the sound of boots dragging on the hardwood.
Jason, stopping at the open door of your shared room—leaning against the frame, watching you giggle at the book a soft smirk on his lips because you have failed to notice him. He takes a few steps into the room now at the side of the bed watching you read.
He cleared his throat in hopes to get your attention and it worked. The sudden sound of his throat clearing made you jump slightly and press your book firmly against your chest.
"Jason!"
You exclaimed, now recognizing the familiar sound of his laugh. However, this was cut short by giving him a firm whack on his chest. Or at least what you could manage to reach, being in the middle of the bed and stretching out to reach his toned body.
"Alright alright, calm down, bug. What'cha readin'?"
He asks taking his jacket off for a shower. Watching him from the bed like your personal show it takes a moment to process what he said. Blink a few times looking at his muscles flex with every movement. He raises an eyebrow at you from over his shoulder.
"Enjoying the show?"
His teasing breaks you out of the trance he had unknowingly placed on you.
"Huh? Oh! Yeah- It's an uh-"
You stutter and fumble with your book like a flustered fool. Finally, when you get a good grasp on the spine of the story, you read the back blurb.
He lets out an amused huff shaking his head. "You know, I don't understand why you read those kinds of books. Why not read some real literature like Hamlet or 1984-". Cutting him off before he finishes his sentence.
"I read 1984!"
"Reading it for a high school project does not count."
He scoffs wandering over to one of the hanging towels. You huff and grumble about how he was dumb and stupid and some other mean thing as you bury yourself back in the book.
A soft and gentle kiss was placed atop your head with a small chuckle and with that; the sound of the shower starting to run was mixed in with the sound of falling rain.
It wasn't until about an hour later when Jason was finished with his shower along with a few other things like cooking and eating dinner, that he came to lay down next to you. As he got into bed he couldn't help but notice a confused look on your face.
"What's wrong, bug?"
He asks with an unfamiliar tenderness to his voice. Turning to face him quickly then glancing back at your book— now trying to sit up fully; back against the headboard.
"The main characters, they-"
You squint at the words like that will help.
"They are in a position, but I can't figure out what it is-"
You say flatly, glaring at the page. Jason, now leaning over your shoulder to try and get a look at what you were confused about. You pushed the book more his way so he can see better.
He mutters the line of text you have been reading before pausing and repeating what he read, but slower.
"That doesn't make any sense."
He says trying to grab the book from your hands. Letting go of the book with a sigh of frustration.
"I swear, 13-year-olds on Wattpad can write better than half of these so-called professionals."
Somewhere in between being frustrated and Jason taking the book from you. A marvelously, evil, idea pop in your head.
"Hey, Jason,"
He looked up at you with his furrowed brows,
"Yes?"
"You wanna try and figure out what they are doing with me." You ask but not really asking—slithering your hand up his bare chest, resting it on his pec.
He raised a brow at you once more after placing your bookmark in between the pages, setting it down on his side table before turning to your side then picking you up and pulling you into a tight bear hug.
"You're so weird. You know that right?"
He grins with a chuckle as you flail around trying to escape his grasp like a fish.
Sometime later you are sitting on his chest reading the book aloud.
"He pushed her back against the cold wall, pulling her legs over his shoulder."
Jason looks at you confused like you have two head.
"I thought they where in a car?"
"They are-"
You dead pan looking at the book with disdain.
Doing as the book says putting your back against the bed. (Because the book says they are in a car.) And your legs over his shoulders.
"I don't understand how people do this-"
You say breathing deep.
"I'm like- sweating-"
Leaning your head back against the pillow letting your body go limp. Jason chuckles at your sluggish behavior.
"You know, it's easier without clothes."
He smirks down placing his forehead on yours. You glare at him once again hitting him this time on his back with your feet.
Kicking him, not unlike a baby.
"Jason-"
You sigh this time it's more exasperated instead of sharp. However, he just picks the book back up and continues where you left off.
"Her back arches as he placed his hand around he neck."
You frown before doing as the book says and arch your back.
"Ow-"
A wave of concern washes over Jason as you made a pained sound.
"Are you okay? Is everything alright? What happened?"
He asks in quick succession of each other.
"My back popped-" You garble, wrapping your hands around his neck.
A sigh of relief came from his mouth as he rested his head on your shoulder.
"Lemme try again-"
You say arching your back against the bed once more. This time staying. He rolled his eyes feeling your chest against his.
"Put your hand around my neck."
Jason does as he is told, resting his hand against your throat. A small gag comes from your mouth as he does so.
"What was that?"
He looks at you confused trying not to laugh as you coughed.
"I gagged-"
"Why?"
"I don't know."
You whine shifting as to be comfortable. Well as comfortable as you can be legs over your boyfriend shoulders.
"What's next?"
You ask reaching for the book—reading a few lines before grimacing.
"Oh they fuck."
The way you dead pan makes Jason laugh; sitting up from where he was. Your legs by default falling by his sides.
"This book is so confusing."
You smile as he moves to lay back down next to you, pulling you closer into his chest picking up the god forsaken book and tossing it on the night stand.
"That's enough of that..."
He sighs, placing a kiss atop your head.
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Have You Ever Tired This One?
Synopsis: You are reading your new book when things get a bit confusing. you ask your boyfriend, Jason for some help.
Notes: Probably OOC, This was written with Fem-Reader in mind but I don't believe any gender specific things come up (I could be wrong), This is my first time writing for Jason, Also sorry for falling off the face of the planet- School was killing me :(
TW/CW: Suggestive, maybe? gagging? gags? You gag like- once
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It was a calm evening, the rain hitting the window, the smell of a new candle being burnt, and a whole king size bed to yourself.
Jason was still on patrol doing whatever the Red Hood does, while you were able to crack open a new book. The book was an enemies to lovers smut book. The kind you see on TikTok and cringe a little at because what did I just read.
Being busy caught in between giggling and wanting to toss the whole book out the window you fail to hear the sound of boots dragging on the hardwood.
Jason, stopping at the open door of your shared room—leaning against the frame, watching you giggle at the book a soft smirk on his lips because you have failed to notice him. He takes a few steps into the room now at the side of the bed watching you read.
He cleared his throat in hopes to get your attention and it worked. The sudden sound of his throat clearing made you jump slightly and press your book firmly against your chest.
"Jason!"
You exclaimed, now recognizing the familiar sound of his laugh. However, this was cut short by giving him a firm whack on his chest. Or at least what you could manage to reach, being in the middle of the bed and stretching out to reach his toned body.
"Alright alright, calm down, bug. What'cha readin'?"
He asks taking his jacket off for a shower. Watching him from the bed like your personal show it takes a moment to process what he said. Blink a few times looking at his muscles flex with every movement. He raises an eyebrow at you from over his shoulder.
"Enjoying the show?"
His teasing breaks you out of the trance he had unknowingly placed on you.
"Huh? Oh! Yeah- It's an uh-"
You stutter and fumble with your book like a flustered fool. Finally, when you get a good grasp on the spine of the story, you read the back blurb.
He lets out an amused huff shaking his head. "You know, I don't understand why you read those kinds of books. Why not read some real literature like Hamlet or 1984-". Cutting him off before he finishes his sentence.
"I read 1984!"
"Reading it for a high school project does not count."
He scoffs wandering over to one of the hanging towels. You huff and grumble about how he was dumb and stupid and some other mean thing as you bury yourself back in the book.
A soft and gentle kiss was placed atop your head with a small chuckle and with that; the sound of the shower starting to run was mixed in with the sound of falling rain.
It wasn't until about an hour later when Jason was finished with his shower along with a few other things like cooking and eating dinner, that he came to lay down next to you. As he got into bed he couldn't help but notice a confused look on your face.
"What's wrong, bug?"
He asks with an unfamiliar tenderness to his voice. Turning to face him quickly then glancing back at your book— now trying to sit up fully; back against the headboard.
"The main characters, they-"
You squint at the words like that will help.
"They are in a position, but I can't figure out what it is-"
You say flatly, glaring at the page. Jason, now leaning over your shoulder to try and get a look at what you were confused about. You pushed the book more his way so he can see better.
He mutters the line of text you have been reading before pausing and repeating what he read, but slower.
"That doesn't make any sense."
He says trying to grab the book from your hands. Letting go of the book with a sigh of frustration.
"I swear, 13-year-olds on Wattpad can write better than half of these so-called professionals."
Somewhere in between being frustrated and Jason taking the book from you. A marvelously, evil, idea pop in your head.
"Hey, Jason,"
He looked up at you with his furrowed brows,
"Yes?"
"You wanna try and figure out what they are doing with me." You ask but not really asking—slithering your hand up his bare chest, resting it on his pec.
He raised a brow at you once more after placing your bookmark in between the pages, setting it down on his side table before turning to your side then picking you up and pulling you into a tight bear hug.
"You're so weird. You know that right?"
He grins with a chuckle as you flail around trying to escape his grasp like a fish.
Sometime later you are sitting on his chest reading the book aloud.
"He pushed her back against the cold wall, pulling her legs over his shoulder."
Jason looks at you confused like you have two head.
"I thought they where in a car?"
"They are-"
You dead pan looking at the book with disdain.
Doing as the book says putting your back against the bed. (Because the book says they are in a car.) And your legs over his shoulders.
"I don't understand how people do this-"
You say breathing deep.
"I'm like- sweating-"
Leaning your head back against the pillow letting your body go limp. Jason chuckles at your sluggish behavior.
"You know, it's easier without clothes."
He smirks down placing his forehead on yours. You glare at him once again hitting him this time on his back with your feet.
Kicking him, not unlike a baby.
"Jason-"
You sigh this time it's more exasperated instead of sharp. However, he just picks the book back up and continues where you left off.
"Her back arches as he placed his hand around he neck."
You frown before doing as the book says and arch your back.
"Ow-"
A wave of concern washes over Jason as you made a pained sound.
"Are you okay? Is everything alright? What happened?"
He asks in quick succession of each other.
"My back popped-" You garble, wrapping your hands around his neck.
A sigh of relief came from his mouth as he rested his head on your shoulder.
"Lemme try again-"
You say arching your back against the bed once more. This time staying. He rolled his eyes feeling your chest against his.
"Put your hand around my neck."
Jason does as he is told, resting his hand against your throat. A small gag comes from your mouth as he does so.
"What was that?"
He looks at you confused trying not to laugh as you coughed.
"I gagged-"
"Why?"
"I don't know."
You whine shifting as to be comfortable. Well as comfortable as you can be legs over your boyfriend shoulders.
"What's next?"
You ask reaching for the book—reading a few lines before grimacing.
"Oh they fuck."
The way you dead pan makes Jason laugh; sitting up from where he was. Your legs by default falling by his sides.
"This book is so confusing."
You smile as he moves to lay back down next to you, pulling you closer into his chest picking up the god forsaken book and tossing it on the night stand.
"That's enough of that..."
He sighs, placing a kiss atop your head.
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Just took the SAT.
*Sobs violently in a tiny ball in the corner if the room*
Get me out of this fuck ass school